thisavrou_log | january event log

Entry tags:

january event log

Who: Everyone
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!

E
V
E
N
T

L
O
G

the inner gate
"Let them in, and take them out."

Through ups and downs, the Moira and the crew have survived much together:

During the first wave of arrivals, the ship docks at a planet that has an addictive substance called Exuo — crew went through mood swings, heightened aggression, and fits of paranoia. Natives attempted to kidnap and sacrifice everyone.
A solar storm caused a power blip, and strange masks were found in every mailbox that gave them unusual abilities.
They reached Caducus Primary, a planet largely comprised of glass. The representative of CP accused the crew and captains of theft; however, they didn’t leave fast enough, and a skirmish caused damage to their Ingress, which ended with Caducus Primary cracking and being destroyed.
The power fluctuates and temperatures drop. One of the captains, Tipota, is found dead. This is the introduction of Ploiatos, who ended up being one of the original crew members affected by the power of the Ingress.
The Moira docks at Emiri, which was comprised of three main cities where the culture was influenced heavily by finding one’s soulmate. The company responsible for this, Link’d Inc, is incredibly popular throughout the universe. However, hints of forced unions, kidnapping, and slavery are investigated by the crew after an attack on all of the cities by a rebel group. The planet becomes locked down. Benjamin Link joins the crew and helps them escape.
Another month passes, and crew dock on Ceta. It is known for it’s unusual atmosphere and its living beings AKA sentient flying whales. They were hunted for valuable organic resources, and eventually, the crew decided to hire mercenaries from outlying planets to protect them from further death.
Soon after, the Moira stops at an abandoned prison station called Del Pascia with a resident AI (D-E-L) who was “irritated and snippy” but did not keep crew from exploring and taking items. D-E-L tried to persuade crew to stay, and when it became clear no one wanted to, D-E-L tried to infect them as she had infected those who’d remained behind in the prison. Everyone fought and escaped.
Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet that had no signs of life — the crew’s next stop. Here, they meet a “host” who had done the impossible and “fixed” the Ingress. However, she only reversed the energy of the Ingress, which created melted worlds and made it incredibly dangerous to discern reality from the time inside these worlds. The host gifts some of the crew with journals after she decides to go through the Ingress and remain there.
The Moira begins to malfunction, and those of Caducus Secondary, along with survivors of Caducus Primary, hunt the ship and those inside it for revenge. Negotiations started while crew tried to set up defenses aboard. Due to prior issues, the Ingress shuts off, resulting in the melding of Caducun glass with the ship and everyone aboard. When the Ingress finally stabilizes, the Moira is now in a different universe: the Runoff.
Some members of the crew are found on a slavery outpost in the Runoff, and others make a stealthy rescue effort to bring them back to the Moira. First Mate Egan and Captain Ira appear through the Ingress, explaining that they are the original members of the Moira designated to pilot the ship. The old captains hand over authority to them as the ship drifts into the Luminous Sea.
The ship crashes into one of the moons within the Luminous Sea where crew find a group of natives who are overly friendly. They beckon them to stay with food, drink, and much more. Unbeknownst to those who stay with them, an entire year passes. Eventually, what is wrong with the Moira is patched so they can leave.
After months of hard travel, the crew explore the wonders of the Mini Colony. A closed ceremony held on the MC caused crew to change in ways they’d never experienced before. Yet, during the festivities, someone triggered the “fear machine”, and crew suffered from phobias once back on the ship.
Those working on the Ingress pick up a signature for the Midway Hub and begin to make preparations to go there. The new species Ploiatos has become is named Mirtis (meer-tees); some of the crew kill him before things get too out of control again as they had in the previous months. The Ingress is then turned on, and the ship falls into a time slip.
The Moira crashes on the Midway Hub.
Captain Ira draws a map and encourages crew to split up and travel to the Inner Gate of the Midway Hub. Once inside the Outer Gate, crew experience de-powering — a safety protocol of those who’d worked on the Hub. Exploration and survival are a key focus during this time. They move through a network of caves to find the entrance to the Inner Gate.
After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The captains remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they enter through the gate together.

Finally, after entering through the Inner Gate, the crew head down through a system of tunnels that lead them to an underground - and main - section of the Midway Hub. Initial scans show that there is a catacomb of rooms and hallways that seem to have been patched together hastily and messily, suggesting that the builders added on new areas as they were needed. Anyone who has abilities, and tries to use them now, will realize that they are no longer depowered as they had been for the last several weeks. Crew are allowed to explore and are encouraged to look for any evidence as to why the previous tenants are gone, as well as take any supplies found or find ways to radio out for assistance.

☄ FLOOR ONE - jan. 3rd

Deeper in, the first level of the Hub is littered with thousands of papers and notes regarding things on the Ingress. Some are highly classified while others are of the smallest consequence to anyone reading them. Upon closer inspection, some of the things listed might even make sense to those of the crew slightly familiar with Ingress technology—reports of energy distortion and time slips, effects of the energy on those traveling through it, how to isolate particular parts of the Ingress' energy and use them to transport to other places. Only a portion of these documents are legible; the majority have either been torn into pieces or charred. Smaller rooms can be found here as well, offices and labs that are only large enough to hold five or six people at a time, and within some of them, pieces of machinery and electronics can be found. Most recognizable are the circular-curved mechanisms that belong to an Ingress. Yet, rather than just one, there are hundreds. Some have been left in piles of twisted, melted hunks, and some, those parts still (probably) capable of being used if the occasion presented itself, are thrown about carelessly, tossed under desks and under chairs and even embedded in parts of the walls where they - more than likely - exploded.

Not much else can be found on this level. Unless empty cups and broken computers are justifiable as something.

☄ FLOOR TWO - jan. 4th

Crew who travel even further within the Hub will find that not all things have been deserted. Sort of. What greets anyone who explores here is the visible evidence that some sort of intense struggle happened between those who worked on the Hub and a group of outsiders. Dead bodies cover the floors, in hallways, and inside personal quarters. The one constant in the tableau is that none of them died in any sort of peace, and the visceral knowledge of that is clear by the amount of blood spilled and the putrid smell that comes from it having been sealed off for such a long time. Be careful to tread lightly and step with caution. Also, breathing the air for any more than a few seconds without some sort of filter isn’t advisable. Items worth taking might be in the form of blankets and clothes, but most of it seems to have been taken in a rush.

☄ FLOOR THREE - jan. 5th

And even further within the Hub, below the offices and labs and unfortunate death, a power source can be found. From obvious signs, it is clear that someone had lived here recently, and anyone who looks through some of the things left behind will find a list of recordings readily available to them. They are as follows:

audio log 1

audio log 2

audio log 3

audio log 4

audio log 5

☄ FLOOR FOUR - jan. 6th to the 24th

Inside the Ingress Channel, a group of fifteen have taken up a defensive position, standing in a small circle towards the back. When approached, they’ll tell crew to stay where they are; they want to talk to them but with lots of space between. There doesn’t appear to be a leader of this diverse group, but one person comes forward and asks who they are and what they were doing on the Moira as they had seen it crash. With this new group being unwilling to divulge any information, the conversation is slow to reveal anything important or useful.

Through patience and diplomatic efforts by the crew, the following is eventually discovered: these people call themselves Savrii and aren’t native to the Midway Hub. The Savrii aren’t hostile, though they are skittish at first. Their people were sent through the Ingress to destroy all the documented research on Ingress technology and energy that could be found here, taking out anyone who tried to stop them. Their mission was critical, meant to protect the universe from those tampering with such an unstable, natural force. During the incursion, the Ingress machines on the Hub were damaged, and they are what’s left of the group of Savrii that didn’t make it back through before the machine shut down. They’ve seen footage and schematics of the Moira and would have destroyed it, too, if it had landed instead of crashing. The Moirans did the job for them.

Their people don’t believe in fighting or chaos, unless the Ingress energy is being manipulated in any way. The ship was the first of its kind, created by severing some of the energy from the whole. This upset an already delicate balance and caused issues with Ingresses all across the universes. The Savrii liken it to taking a child away from its mother. When the crew explain that they were only passengers, the Savrii believe them. They lower their weapons and open the floor to peaceful discussion. From this point, crew learn that the Savrii have been surviving here as they try to fix one of the Ingress machines, which they are close to but are lacking one of the key elements. Science technicians from the Moira, who have studied the Ingress will realize that after sorting through the wreckage the part they need survived the crash, and with help, the crew are able to assist in replacing the broken element.

When the Ingress is rebooted, they send one of their group through, who returns a moment later with good news. The damage on this side didn’t affect the Ingress Complex on the other, a place where the Ingress Energy was first discovered and built around. They tell of their home, with the largest and first Ingress machine, that is a mecca of travel and culture. It might not be the crew's original homes, but the Ingress there is functioning, and they can use it.

The Savrii can go home. The Moirans are allowed to come with them.

Step through the Ingress and

welcome to thisavrou

( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! Everything will be switching over during the end of the month. )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[For better or (usually) worse, Ronan doesn't consider what harm might come to him. His attention is fully focused on Adam's well-being, for the moment, and what he might be able to do about it. He picks himself up, too, and then his hands are back on Adam, one arm draped across his back supportively while the other hand caresses Adam's cheek.

He could never find Adam unworthy. Adam is his most beloved everything.]

You're okay. Let that brain of yours stop working for a while.

[Adam's worries are practically audible. With unhurried steps, Ronan leads him further from where the others are gathered, down the maze of a hall to the more neglected, uninteresting corridor. One of the doors hangs ajar, and Ronan nudges it further open with his foot. The room is dim and empty inside.]

[Adam chuckles because they both know that that's the most difficult thing for him to accomplish. How could he just let his brain stop working after all? He exhales softly and it's hard to remember he's angry with Ronan when the other is being tender and caring directly toward him. It's hard to really remember a lot of things.]

Are you okay? [Adam asks as they walk through the hall until they find a room that would work for whatever Ronan has in mind. He knew that as difficult as the bodies had been for him there had been some ghosts for Ronan too. They both needed a break.

Despite the dimness, he can see that the room is empty, free of any gore of disturbing remnants of the past which is all in all a relief. Adam's not sure he could have dealt with seeing another corpse or another haunting recording.]

[Adam being angry with him has become something of constant state between them, but that will never stop Ronan from being tender with him. Ronan deserves Adam's anger. He's a frustrating person and he only ever makes things difficult. None of that is news to him.

The question is shrugged off. He doesn't know what the answer is, and it's mostly irrelevant. He's breathing at the moment and he doesn't have any particular reason to believe that'll change. Adam, on the other hand, feels brittle and breakable.]

This seems okay, right? Sit down and take a load off.

[Adam doesn't argue but he will press for an answer later, when Ronan is satisfied that he's taken care of Adam. Adam feels selfish but he nods, giving the room one more glance over before he slid down to the side of the room.]

I don't think anyone will find us here.

[Ronan nods and locks the door, testing it with no certainty that it'll hold, but it'll have to do. He casts about the room with his flashlight, sizing it up, then settles in beside Adam. Rather than lying down, he simply lays his head on Adam's shoulder and gets as comfortable as he can against the wall.]

I've got a good idea.

[And because he's aware his "good ideas" can be questionable, he adds:]

I think you'll like it.

[With that, he shuts his eyes.]

[ It's odd to think they're behind a closed and locked door in an actual room. It's such a normal thing that they haven't had access to. He smiles slightly when Ronan is beside him, feeling the warmth of his body beside him. The weight of his head is also something that's comforting. His fingers brush over the other's arm before resting on his thigh. ]

Okay.

[ Adam isn't sure what it could be. Maybe more food. Maybe a fresh change of clothes, they could both use that. In the end, he doesn't really know what it could be since Ronan gets some odd ideas sometimes and instead his head leans back against the wall, his eyes closing. He's not asleep, he can't find that so simply but he rests while Ronan sleeps. ]

[Sleep comes very easy when he's so exhausted and so comfortable beside his lover. Still, Ronan's gone quite a while. Forty minutes, easily. After all, he's building something rather complicated - though it feels easier with his body resting so close to Cabeswater's heart.

The first sign that he's awake comes with the twinkling of light. In Adam's peripheral view, it'll probably seem like starlight. But it's actually just lamplight reflecting off indigo tiles and glittering in the water. The room is quite suddenly larger, the mundane half where they sit breaking off into a round, domed bath. It's stocked with towels and products and bathrobes. And, yes, neatly folded clothes for them to change into later. Adam will recognize them as some of his clothes from back home.

There's also a tray holding two small cups and a copper pot of fresh Turkish coffee.]

[ Adam notices the change in the light in the dim room almost immediately even with his eyes closed. He slowly opens his eyes and almost thinks that perhaps he did indeed fall asleep and he's dreaming this, but no, it's a bath... among the other items that he's having trouble focusing on because there is a bath. ]

Jesus Christ, Lynch. [ He breathes the words softly, not moving yet because he knows that Ronan still can't. His fingers slide over his thigh finding Ronan's hand. He nearly could have cried because really, this was a good idea and he did like it. They both need something nice like this.

It's hard to think that they could have something so nice in a place like this. ]

[As soon as Ronan returns to his body, he murmurs coyly:]

Does that mean you like it?

[He opens his eyes to admire his work for a moment before turning his attention to something more beautiful. That is, Adam. He laces their fingers together and smiles.]

[ Adam squeezes Ronan's hand, his eyes drawing away from the bath before he answers. ]

I love it.

[ He leans over to press a soft kiss to Ronan's lips. His free hand moved to brush over his cheek, though he had every intent to keep the kiss short and sweet.

He pulls away from the kiss, nipping Ronan's bottom lip gently before pushing himself up. He offered his hand to help Ronan up as well. There's a ridiculous feeling of giddiness at this luxury that Ronan dreamt for them and it had chased away the darkness of his thoughts if not the physical. The idea of being clean made a lot of things seem less horrible. ]

[Well, that's promising. And enticing. Ronan takes the briefness of that kiss to mean it's a preview of what's to come, and he climbs to his feet with Adam's help. He's still a bit groggy from sleep, but it's the warm and pleasant kind of sleepiness that makes him kind of feel like he's gliding.

Assuming that Adam doesn't want to delay, Ronan begins to undress. He's glad to get out of clothes he's worn far too many days to undertake far too many unclean tasks.]

[ Adam sheds his clothes quickly, by this point there's really no shyness left around Ronan. The clothes are horribly dirty, they smell of sweat, dirt and death. He's glad to be out of them. He'll be even happier when it's washed from their skin.

Even so, he doesn't wait to get into the water before once he's kicked away the last of his clothing he moves close to Ronan again, his hand touching his side as he presses another kiss to his lips. He's grateful for the bath but it meant more than just getting clean. He wouldn't have asked for this but that Ronan thought of exactly what it is Adam wants most, needs most at that moment means the most to him. ]

I love you. [ He murmurs against Ronan's lips. ]

I love you.

[Ronan murmurs it in return before capturing Adam's lips for another kiss. He lives for nothing if not Adam's happiness, so he's elated at this moment, heart soaring as his hands travel along Adam's bare skin to rest on his hips.]

Let's get in while the water's still hot.

[Of course, the water won't actually grow cold, because it exists perpetually at this steamy temperature. But Ronan's hands guide Adam to the bath anyway.]

[ Adam sorta thinks that Ronan's a bit full of shit there. He slid his fingers along the other's sides as he moved along with him toward the bath. He's not going to resist getting into the warm water. He pulls away from him only for a moment to get into the water. The water is like a slice of heaven and Adam makes a quiet sound that's very nearly a moan because the temperature is one that's just right and he sinks down into it fully. ]

How'd you know this is what I needed?

The smell, mostly.

[He's kidding, he's kidding. Ronan sinks into the water practically on top of Adam, his thighs on either side of Adam's, nearly hugging his hips. He drapes his arms over Adam's shoulders, looping them behind his neck.]

[ The way Ronan settles against him in the water is distracting but he laughs, briefly. His hands slide over Ronan's sides his hips. He knew it's a joke but it's true. The smell had been one of the worst things, a constant reminder of everything they'd seen and everything that that reminded him of. ]

Ha ha.

[ His fingers slide down, stroking over his thigh as he tilts his head to capture his lips in another kiss. The water is heavenly but so is Ronan. ]

I don't deserve you. [ Words he doesn't really mean to say out loud, whispered into their kiss . ]

[Ronan protests in gentle retort:]

You deserve everything.

[Which is exactly what Ronan intends to give him. Adam might as well consider the bath the first of many divine gifts to come. Ronan kisses him deeply, his fingers running through Adam's curls. He presses closer until their hips are flush and he has Adam pinned against the side of the bath.]

[ Adam won't argue even if he doesn't believe that. He instead focuses on the kiss, on the feeling of Ronan's fingers in his hair. The press of their hips heats him as much as the bath does and it's easy to forget everything but Ronan's body, his mouth and how much Adam loves him.

His fingers squeezed his thighs, massaging upward toward his hips again. It doesn't take much, really, to ignite Adam's desire for Ronan, he never really stops wanting him. Anything less than entangled always feels just shy of enough. His tongue brushed against the other's lips, knowing he'd gain entrance easily to taste Ronan fully.

The way they're pressed together there's no hiding his body's already reacting to the intimacy, not that there's ever really a reason for him to hide it. ]

[Ronan's lips part for Adam's tongue, drawing him in and holding him in the kiss. He didn't set out to seduce Adam, only to help him relax, but seduction is a favorable outcome that'll probably have the same result in the end. His body sways with the movement of the water, the two of them slipping up against one another. It's unbelievably arousing, and so different from being cramped together in the BMW (though that's arousing in its own way, Ronan would say).

His fingers release Adam's hair as he gropes blindly for the soap behind him. Ronan squeezes a generous dollop into his hand, then brings it down to begin lathering Adam's skin. The weeks of camping and traipsing around the tower have left them both filthy in just about every part of their bodies, but Ronan starts with Adam's shoulders and moves from there, massaging the soap down across his chest.]

[He could almost forget how utterly filthy they were in the moments that they were kissing surrounded by clean water and the slick feel of wet skin against wet skin. There's no worries here of space or limited movements, no vague worry that someone that shouldn't seem them would.

Adam moaned against the others mouth when his hands start to lather his skin. He could return the favor, and would, but not yet wanting to bask in the utter ecstasy of being touched by him. Ronan's hands are always so thorough and loving when he touches Adam.

Each time for a little while he can forget everything else that could have happened. He could get lost in Ronan's devotion.]

[Ronan bathes Adam as if it's a ritual. His hands move slowly over every curve of muscle and bone, his soapy palms running down Adam's ribs and over his abs, sliding up his sides and around to massage his lower back. He does it all by touch alone, his eyes shut as he kisses Adam again and again.

Finally, he reaches for another handful of soap, and now he has to break the kiss by necessity. He takes Adam by the wrist and lifts his arm, lathering his bicep while he brings Adam's hand to his mouth and kisses his fingers instead.]

[Had it been anyone else, Adams sure this couldn't have been as reverent or loving or something that his pride could even allow. After all, he is Adam Parrish and he can do everything himself. But there's a guilty pleasure in letting Ronan take care of him. It could be an addiction if he isn't careful but it's also possible he's far past the point of return.

His eyes open when their kiss finally breaks but he watches Ronan's face, he shifts his thumb to brush briefly along his lips and each touch that really had no means being sexual was filling him with an aching need.]

Lynch...

[Ronan meets Adam's eyes, smoldering, as he releases Adam's hand to reach for the other arm. He washes this one, too, with exquisite care. This is his honor. As always, he lives to serve Adam. While he does this, he recites in a low murmur:]

Videt igne micantes sideribus similes oculos;
videt oscula, quae non est vidisse satis;
laudat digitosque manusque bracchiaque
et nudos media plus parte lacertos...

[Ronan presses a hot kiss to Adam's palm. His free hand drops down to hold Adam by the waist, drawing him close to feel his arousal and make his own known, to trap them together.]

Sic pectore toto uritur.

[ Adam can so easily get lost in Ronan's eyes in the words that feel too much, too reverent and worshipful that he's almost uncomfortable. He's not nearly enough to be worthy of this. He's never been even if sometimes Ronan makes him feel that the is.

The water laps around them, a soothing sound as their bodies draw closer. The heat of their arousals as the pressed together makes Adam moan, cheeks flushing, teeth catching his bottom lip after he had. His free hand touches Ronan's cheek then slips down his torso between them. His fingers trace over Ronan's arousal, brushing over the head. It's a teasing touch as he keeps his eyes on Ronan while he does it, fingertips stroking back down. ]

Ronan... [ But he's saying everything. He nearly says more but instead, his hand does wrap around both of their lengths, stroking once slowly, distracted from the fact that perhaps they should finish cleaning themselves up. The water itself had already made him feel substantially less dirty. ]

[Ronan sucks in a breath as Adam takes him in hand, and just as Ovid's words proclaimed, he feels like he's on fire. He could never conceive of Adam's belief that he's unworthy. Every time Adam lays hands on him, it feels like the touch of God. Now that he's been with others, Ronan knows for certain that no one else's touch is like Adam's. It has nothing to do with skill or experience, and possibly it has nothing to do even with love. There's an overpowering something that compels him to worship Adam, and he only feels fulfilled when Adam's blessed hands are worshiping him in return.]

I love you.

[Simpler words now, as Adam's hand massages thought straight out of his mind. It's usually Ronan who takes charge in these moments, but for now, he's content to relinquish his control and allow Adam to pleasure him. His hands run over Adam's sides, holding his bony ribs, while his mouth finds the crook of Adam's neck. Half-submerged in water, he kisses it anyway.]

welcome to thisavrou

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

cw: nsfw btw!!

no subject

no subject