thisavrou_log | january event log

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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!

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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

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all floors—

[ Like a heady brew, the return of the Force leaves Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi feeling particularly light, airy even, with a bit of a bubble. Almost young again. He can hardly help it, though, having spent so very long (what could have been a near-eternity from certain points of view) feeling every bit of his thirty-nine years (and particularly the last fifteen or so). He'd felt too old, practically useless, like maybe all that was truly keeping him together was the Force.

But all that's changed, hasn't it? Again. With the aid of the Force once more, everything is that much more within his reach: Peace, knowledge, serenity, harmony — even feeling becomes easier, because he once more has all the strength he needs to acknowledge his emotions and then let go of them.

To say he's relieved would be an understatement (although he's never quite been one to show it). Instead, he funnels his renewed spirit into what he does best: helping others. To do what he can to explore their new surroundings, he uses the Force as his guide, pairing off with a suitable ally where possible.

Obi-Wan will be exploring all floors in an effort to uncover additional clues about this new destination, while doing all he can to test the boundaries of his now returned Force powers. ]

[[ OOC Note: By default, Obi-Wan will not use the Force on your character. If you'd like to opt-in, hit up his permissions here! ]]

Floor One

[It's disheartening - though unsurprising - to find things as desolate as they are. Fareeha takes this time to collect what notes and technological materials as she can. The information about the Ingress she can only imagine will be helpful, and the tech she hopes someone might find useful in upgrading her armor.]

[She can only hope others are having better luck.]

Have you found anything of note?

Floor Two

[This is the obvious moment Fareeha dons her armor - and sacrifices one of her cleaner shirts to tear a bit off to tie over her nose and mouth to offense of the smell.]

[But more than that, she feels a need to dig deeper - that turning away would be to the discredit of those who fell here. She had to find out what happened. She investigates what she can, and you might catch her pulling bodies into more peaceful repose, if she can.]

[Still, it's a lot to take in, and she'll be shaken by it.]

So much loss ...

Floor Three

[It's encouraging to find some recent signs of habitation, but after searching and then listening to the logs, It feels like they've come to another dead end. She's growing frustrated, and the insight from the audio isn't helping.]

Floor Four

[By now she's pretty wound up, but she's not interested in fighting if there's a discussion to be had.]

[She will be bristly, though. Tread lightly.]

Luke is drawn to his old mentor's Force presence after he steps through and feels the Force flow through him once again, like a cascade of rushing water. He's also an adult again, and it all feels wonderful.

"It feels good....being back to normal." he says. "It isn't the first time I've been without the Force, but it's certainly the longest. I'm finally beginning to feel alive again, I think."

Like Obi-Wan, he's falling into exploring and helping, although he's still debating whether to tag along or not.

"What do you think is best...exploring together, or moving off in different paths?" he asks. "Another thought I had is that maybe we could take nearby areas...it would cover more ground, but we could still communicate to each other through the Force if either of us needs help or finds something important."

[There has been a visible, even palpable relief since they crawled through the tunnels and ended up in the hub proper. There may not be much natural life here--it seems the whole planet is missing that--but what life remains is so much more easily felt. The Force surging back is almost too strong, tingling in places not unlike a limb waking back up and feeling numb in the resulting blood rush. After so long missing it, Anakin's spent the majority of exploring that first floor doing little more than reacclimating to the sensory overload.

He remarks on it as little as his friend does, and perhaps there's still some awkward sheepishness left over from the sting of their brutal argument, but he doesn't need to be told about the similar relief he senses from the other man, likely as little as Obi-Wan needs to be told in turn.

Anakin starts to take the lead as they approach the second floor, until he halts at the first door they see and he feels the sudden, intense urge to vomit. The Force is both a blessing and a curse, he's always been told as much, but he never thought he'd get to a point of willing it away, knowing painfully too well what that silence feels like. He takes a deep breath and immediately regrets that too.

There's no need to be as well-acquainted with war as he has been in his 22--no...it's 23--years to understand what lingers in the air. Lanteeb is the most painful reminder, the most present and visceral, as they'd hidden from the Separatists among bodies too numerous to count. Not even the Temple, as awfully ruined as they'd witnessed it, compared to this.

He coughs, and turns back with a nauseated wince. There isn't much choice but to go forward, not unless they want to stick to the deserted first level for another eternity.]

Please tell me we're not going to get used to this.

floor one; good etiquette demands i remain soft and accessible

[It's inevitable that Frisk will not be far away, even as Chara peruses this endless cycle of worthless garbage. They resemble a normal enough child by now, save for the red eyes - the golden growths running along the edges of their face and down their arms have wilted and fallen away, leaving the skin smooth and whole. And so now they turn through the crumbled detritus with a curt indifference, sifting through the rubble in search of anything that may be of even vague use. At times they locate scraps of paper bearing lines of printed text that are barely legible; these are pocketed for inspection at a later time.

They are not what one might call twitchy. Their composure does not slip. But should anyone step behind them, their red eyes will fasten onto the offender with a perhaps unsettling alacrity, tracking them silently until they depart from Chara's line of sight.

It grows rapidly and increasingly obvious that this floor contains little in the way of useful supplies, and even fewer in the way of revelation.

* Nothing useful.

They move on.]

second floor; get in your zone, don't even look at them at all

* Smells like rot.

This is altogether quite unobjectionable. They tie a scrap of cloth around their nose and mouth for the worst of it, but for the most part, Chara seems quite content meandering about amidst the dead and departed. Kindred spirits, in part. They cock their head and study the carnage with a cold lack of interest, though perhaps, if you can recognize it - you may note a spark of jealousy nestled in their scarlet gaze.

Respect for the dead, it seems, is overrated. Chara goes through the pockets of the ones that still have pockets to speak of, counting off the more intriguing cadavers as easily as one may collect bugs or flowers. Disembowelment, check. Cut to ribbons, check. Some poor man's head was bashed open on something or another, his skull opened like a geode. A little ways off, someone's spine glistens dully, bared to the elements and lack thereof.

They're not precisely hurting for blankets, but they're resourceful, and they'll take what they can get. Scraps of cloth are useful things, and Chara bundles up what little they can find and departs without a word to their dear departed - and oblivious - benefactors.

They will leave the dead to their Endings, to be eroded away into nothing.

The lucky SOULs.

floor three; stay golden and retreat into my sweetest fantasy

[It takes little time to locate the audio logs; logs detailing the tragic fall of a group of researchers, something sufficiently hubristic and horrifying and yes, it's all very sad and Chara is very impressed by the sheer level of moronic shortsightedness, truly. Humans are not the only creatures predisposed to perform in profound and idiotic ways - presuming the owners of the logs are even human.

Chara, for their part, has begun to look for popcorn, or something else to snack on. They're too young for something as disgusting as a drinking game, but it pays to have some food with your quality entertainment.]

wildcard;

[ooc: write your own starter if you choose; I'm flexible! Chara is unlikely to interact with the Savrii for very long - presuming everyone else just doesn't plain keep them away from them for their own good. Feel free to PM me or hit me up at arrpee if you've got questions!]

General:

[Varric didn't linger on the bottom floors for a particularly length amount of time. Interested as he was, he simply wasn't prepared enough to do any exploring of his own. Bianca was still virtually inaccessible to him, and he wasn't about to risk some monster or another coming running at him while he was defenseless. Adding to the struggle was the fact that most of what could be explored was too technically advanced for him.]

[So once he reached the fourth floor, that was where he stayed. For a time, he scribbled down what he could pick up from the Savrii, the crew, anything else that he could find. He wrote down important pieces of dialogue that he picked up on as well. While he was at least marginally less skeptical about their chances of survival now that they'd found... whatever this was... he still figured it best to make headway on his log.]

[Just in case they wound up like the victims they'd found.]

[For the most part, his expression was sour. He was annoyed at his apparent uselessness, and cursing the fact that he couldn't have been made younger like a certain blond he knew. More time than usual was spent scratching at his back, or palming at the butt of the crossbow.]

Wildcard:

[[Hit me with anything, or a PM on Plurk!

Ashstriferous ]]

Edited 2017-01-05 01:48 (UTC)

[First Floor]

[As Asriel checks out the first floor, he picks up a couple of scattered papers and tries to read them. For the most part, they don't make any sense to him. What he does pick out is not interesting enough for him to keep reading.]

It sure is messy in here. How are we supposed to find anything useful in all these papers?

[Second Floor]

[The smell hits Asriel before the sight of dead bodies does, and Asriel stumbles back in alarm.]

Ah-!

[The sight is immediately sickening, and reminiscent of a certain bloody battle in July. For a few seconds, Asriel feels like he's back on the Moira again. Without realizing it, a flame the size of Asriel's palm flickers to life in his hand. He seems dazed for a moment, but someone calling out to him would be enough to snap him out of it.]

Asriel.

[It's probably not surprising that Mettaton is nearby to call to Asriel. It's probably not surprising that he wants to tell his friend that it's okay either, but that's really just a lie, isn't it? The scent of decay, the dead bodies in varying states of putrefaction...how could any of that be okay?

But rather than be off-put by it, Mettaton just feels...empty. Not unsympathetic...

Just emotionless at the sight of so much death. Given his past experiences, it probably follows. LOVE is a hell of a drug.

So he instead tries to ground Asriel, let him know there's nothing to fight.]

Whatever happened, it's long since ended. Let's not add to it.

[If anyone's voice brings Asriel back to reality, it's Mettaton's. The boy blinks, a little shaken, before the flame in his hand disappears. The sight of all these corpses doesn't do anything to relieve his nerves, as Asriel expects the sound of gunfire to ring out at any moment.

The moment he realizes he summoned his fire magic, sudden guilt that totally has nothing to do with what happened in July sinks in.]

Suh... sorry... I-I didn't know I... I wasn't going to...

Edited 2017-01-04 08:42 (UTC)

I did not believe you would do anything untoward to me, if that's what you're concerned about.

[Mettaton moves closer, silently wrapping his arms around Asriel. A hug might help, right?]

This place...it wouldn't be right if there wasn't something ugly here...

It's hardly as if Mettaton wants to be near Chara, but as is evident in pretty much everything in this place, what he wants is not what he gets. So while he's wandering through the fields of death and decay, he does indeed cross their path.

It's not surprising the little monster busies themselves pilfering from the graveless dead. That, in and of itself, is more disgusting than the bodies, at least to him. He's caused too much pain to feel for these people, whose circumstances he didn't care to think about.

They were dead, that's all. As for what Chara is doing...well. He can't help the words he sneers out.

"I cannot imagine that those blankets will be of any use, the stench must be unbearable. Fitting for you, isn't it?"

Seems as if someone's got back his nerve to face the shitty human. Or demon, as they prefer.

[Asriel shakes his head. As much as he wants to say he'd never attack Mettaton - well, the fight they had proved otherwise. And it didn't feel like Asriel had much control over himself these days anyway.

He reaches to return the hug, feeling a little safer. Right, there wasn't a threat. He didn't need to feel scared...]

That's... not going to happen to us, right?

☄ FLOOR TWO
OTA | CW: MENTIONS OF TRAUMA AND GORE

[Kaz has seen a lot of horrors in his life, ranging from festering boils on his own men to bombing survivors in his home country. He's seen his soldiers burning on their shattering home or being torn apart by horrific mindless creatures to young women detonating from bombs shoved inside of them. It does, unfortunately, add a bit of the ability to cope when he's presented with these situations. He's been there. He's seen the worst. Nothing about what this looks like surprises him.]

[But he's a red-blooded human being as well a seasoned soldier, and this? Looks like a slaughter. Whatever happened here was a nightmare for these people, each dying in horror. He hasn't seen a single death that looks merciful.]

[Scarf wrapped around his face, growing hair pulled back into a short messy ponytail, he creeps from room to room, peering in with a mirror stolen from an abandoned purse before entering. He looks around every nook and cranny. There's nothing of value in here for him. Nothing he can use to help the remaining crew of the Moira. Just more dead bodies tucked here and there, cut down in their path.]

[Yet another room awaits inspection and the person he's closest to gets motioned at.]

Let's check this one out.

[He isn't expecting they'll have much luck, but maybe they can notice more than he can. But as he stands there, his eyes unfortunately fall on a woman, face down on the floor, body sprawled.]

This was no way for these people to die. [A deeply painful sentiment, spoken from behind layers of fabric.]

☄ FLOOR FOUR
OTA

[It is getting to be a bit much. Home feels further than it ever has before.]

[What has been driving Miller since the beginning is knowing what happens, what he has ahead of him. Sure, it was like being handed a cheat sheet, but it gave him a goal and a purpose and hope. The likes of which he'd lost after he discovered the truth about Zero's scheme (the one John inherited).]

[In his time as a part of the crew (a year? two years?) he's made peace with some enemies and come to better understand. He's lost people and found some again. He's pulled down some barriers he once built to protect himself and made others to take their place. He's weathered it all with every last ounce of strength he could muster.]

[This was supposed to be the end of their journey, and Venom assured him that they would find their way home. They would conquer any odd to return. Despite a desire for belief, faith, it's increasingly hard to come by. Now Miller is just tired of losing and tired of hoping. So he just sits in the nearest seat he can find and idly listens to the question and answer session as it goes on, watches technicians fuss, and feels largely useless.]

[An uncertain Mama nudges at his hands and Joy sits at dutiful attention, and Kaz's gaze turns down to their pale, attentive eyes.]

A little bit longer. That's all. [If he can't assure himself, he can assure her. He can scruff his fingers into her fur, and hope that it's not another disaster ahead of them when they pass through that gate.]

Edited 2017-01-04 14:00 (UTC)

[Once again, Fatima finds herself within an all-too-familiar scene. Dead bodies. Bodies, bodies, and more bodies. Like some kind of polluted sea. She walks among them, glancing this way and that in an attempt to assess how they died.

She's neither disgusted, nor reviled a the sight. In the last few years--in her whole life, really--she's seen just as many bodies. Some of them in even worse shape than this.

None of it bothers her.

What's really bothering her, more than she could ever possibly say, is the fact that she isn't...bothered. She can't even bring herself to feel sad right now. She feels nothing. She's just...numb.

At least until she looks up and sees Obi-Wan. There's a curious comfort in familiar face.]

You made it.

[Fareeha nods stiffly as they enter the next room. She's been in war, she's seen the casualties of it. It does help to cope, but she hopes she never gets comfortable to it. She's keeping abnormally quiet as she takes a look around, and there's an unedinable sadness in her eyes even if the rest of her face is obscured by cloth.]

No, it's not. Did they even have a chance?

Golly, who let this bag of bolts in here? It's dreadfully unsanitary. He could end up getting all manner of putrefaction in his gears. But perhaps he'll find that suitable. Chara does not look up from their work, busily tearing one of the blankets into long strips. They will work well enough as bandages, or patches if necessary.

Mummy wrappings. A hilarious joke, and one corner of their mouth lifts in a vaguely amused smirk. More comfortable than it looks, right? Frisk might find the joke funny, well-accustomed to Chara's morbidity and their macabre humor.

They are effective at making do with what they have available to them. Chara has little doubt that Mettaton has memories of such things, does he not?

"They're really quite comfortable." Still they do not look up, though they wave one of the freshly-torn strips of cloth in his direction like a tattered victory flag. "Perhaps you should try it sometime."

FLOOR TWO:

He heads into the second floor, following another group, more will probably follow or head through to the next, but he feels better not going alone. The moment they step foot there it smells like death, reeks. Needless to say it's the smell that has him stepping back out to gag a bit, managing barely to hold what little he has in his stomach. Bleh, maybe he will go back to have a better look around the first floor.

After utilizing a spare shirt to wrap around his lower face, covering his nose, the smell is much better and he'll head on in. The bodies strewn about, humanoid or not, don't bother him beyond the previous smell, and he has no qualms with stepping over them to have a look around. They've been like this for sometime for the smell to be that bad, decomposition on some is pretty far on too... it has him hopeful whatever was the cause is long gone.

When it seems like not much is left around he'll start pillaging any bodies that seem like they could have something useful on them. Weapons would be a nice start. Eventually he finds what... could be a sword hilt? A strange sword hilt that is, wedged under some alien looking humanoid. Gingerly at first he tries to pull it out, before having to roll the body over some to get at it. Well now it just looks like some weird futuristic broken sword. He picks the hilt up, holding it to inspect it as he stands. It's purely by accident that he hits the trigger like piece sticking out of the hilt and a sword unfolds out of itself and fits together neatly, startling him some.

"Jesus--" That could have gone right into his face if he'd been holding it the wrong way.

FLOOR FOUR:

Well the cat is out of the bag it seems. They're not going home, but honestly Rafe isn't sure how well that would have worked for him anyway. Considering the whole, dead back home thing.

"Am I the only one who thinks it's horseshit we're helping them when they would have blown the damn ship up for us if it hadn't crashed? Why should we trust anything they say?" Not that he was on the ship, he came a bit after that, but still. Why help them when they destroyed what the crew was here for in the first place? Sure they needed to get out of here, but maybe let's not cozy up to these Savrii so much.

Why not force them to help them fix the Ingress and then kill them after and use it to go. Any where but this place. Seems to easy that they'd just invite them to their home after everything, at least to him.

(ooc: Anyone who's met him previously will note he's physically aged back to his actual appearance of 35. So from precious sweetheart to a literal hot mess.)

Edited 2017-01-04 23:34 (UTC)

[ Mei is combing through wires and bits of metal in the hopes of either finding something to explain all this or at least add to her collection of robot parts so she can build more working drones for people. She's already promised one to Kurt, but she'd like more diverse options than what she has in her PacDisc. Looking up from her search, she shakes her head slightly. ]

Not really. Though I've been looking at the tech more than the notes. What sort of things do they say?

[ ooc: is it all right for me to assume Mei knows Fareeha a little from the former's time in Overwatch? ]

[Starters will be in comments.]

[Starters will be in separate comments.]

[ all floors all day - exploring ]

[Nate isn't quite in his element here—the kind of ruins he loves to explore are a little more ancient—but it's close enough for him to be comfortable. He's got a weapon in his gun belt and a flashlight attached to his hip, but it's the journal that gets the most use. He makes notes on the hand-drawn map and occasionally stops for sketches. If he bumps into anyone else doing the same scouting, he'll gladly team up with them. Safety in numbers and all.]

[ floor 1 - arrival ]

[Nate's got one gun in hand and two ready to be pulled out at a moment's notice when they enter the facility, and finds himself strangely...disappointed? Well, no. After the chaos of the crash and the trials of the weeks that followed, he is absolutely not looking for another fight. But he kind of expected one and isn't immediately sure what to do when there's just nothing.

So, all right. He joins the others in fanning out, looking around, trying to figure out what happened based on what's left. He gathers a few scraps of documents and squints at them, trying to get a sense of narrative or even a fucking paragraph before dropping them and letting them waft to the ground again.]

I'm an amateur archeologist at best, but I'm going to say that what we're finding on this site is a whole bunch of junk.

[Nailed it.]

[ floor 2 ]

[The smile goes away on this floor.

These aren't the first bodies Nate has ever seen. They're not even the first group of bodies of beings who were killed violently. But there's a difference between the long lost corpses of those who sailed on Marco Polo's lost fleet, basically historical relics themselves, and what he sees here. This was a lot more recent, and bodes a lot worse for them.

But eventually he deals with it like he always does.]

Well. This is pretty disgusting. I'm going to be put off lunch for at least a couple of hours.

The mess of corpses did give Flynn pause at first, as he wasn't keen on meeting what made this mess while he was unarmed. Then the smell was enough to make him retreat and retch in a corner for a while.

He returned shortly thereafter with a makeshift bandanna over his face and began to pick over the corpses in hopes that one of them died holding a gun and wearing a pair of trousers with a 34" inseam, seeing as his jeans had to be cut from his body and reassembled with safety pins.

Rafe he kept in the periphery of his vision while working, not particularly interested in his finds until he found the sword.

"Well look at you," said Flynn. "Lucky boy."

[General]

[The feeling of her magic return is... sensational. Even in the face of so many nasty revelations coming from home, Hawke feels lighthearted and cheery despite herself. Or perhaps just better at putting on a face for it. She has her staff out of her PacDisc and is spinning it eagerly in her hands as if she'd forgotten the feel.

It hadn't been particularly useful the past month.

If she sees you watching she'll give you a wave.]

You there! Have anything you need lit on fire? Hot? I can give you an ice shower? Or you're bored and fancy a light show that you can "oooh" and be impressed at because you've never seen magic before?

Yes or yes?

[Floor Two]

[Hawke isn't a stranger to dead bodies. Hell, she's probably the number one cause of them in Kirkwall. But this is decidedly... unnerving.

She tries to glance through some of the bodies near the entrance, kneeling down to see if they have anything on them that might indicate what happened to them. But after a few seconds she starts to cough and that coughing turns to gagging and she has to stumble out of the room for fresh air.

Leaning against the wall she wipes her face, only to smear blood across her nose. Well that is her look after all. If she sees anyone else trying to inspect the room, she'll wave a hand to indicate that's a bad life choice.]

I don't recommend you go in there unless you have the strongest stomach and weakest nose in the universe. And even then I'd still bring a bucket. Or two.

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Edited 2017-01-05 01:40 (UTC)

[ York is in full armor as they explore, as has become the norm for him in the hub. He moves surprisingly quietly for being nearly seven feet of titanium and enters the area behind Nate with caution. A few steps in and his HUD flashes an air quality warning, though, and he speaks up immediately. Being put off lunch probably isn't Nate's only concern. ]

Hey man, you've gotta get out. The air's not safe.

It seems someone else saw his near incident and he looks over at the voice, muffled a bit from the bandana, but he doesn't blame the guy at all. Even through the fabric of the shirt he's got pulled over the bottom half of his face he can still smell some things.

"Lucky I didn't slice my face in two." He manages to say calmly, considering the fact. Rafe gently attempts to try and collapse the sword back into itself, to see how easy it is.

"... I was hoping for a gun, but I suppose this will work. Better than nothing." As long as he doesn't have to fight anyone with said gun. A brow lifts slightly as he gets a load of the man's pants. "Pants" more like it.

"Any luck on your end?"

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