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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-02-01 11:09 am

( february intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!

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famed & framed
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.

Yet, unlike most new crew arrivals, this one is in the middle of chaos.

Despite more recent events, the planet of Emiri is not as peaceful as it once was. Frederick Link is still missing, and the authorities of Emiri have yet to lift the interplanetary ban they have placed on all space crafts docked at the aerospace. The captains previous held a meeting asking crew for any and all information that might help them locate the Komai, a mysterious group determined to undermine Link'd Inc's work providing flourishing matches across the universe by causing random acts of violence and protest across the three main cities: Harashan, Avelle, and St. Murtel. These things have led to mass arrests as well as an unsettling atmosphere spreading across the planet, and since a previous broadcast, things are beginning to escalate.

A downward spiral of these events begins as soon as new arrivals start to leave the Ingress—an unmarked box arrives in the cargo bay addressed to the inhabitants of the Moira. As per his job, Niko Bellic is the one to discover this box and open it. For some, the contents may be particularly gruesome. Link’s body is inside, clothed in a simple white button-down and pants (no shoes), and it looks as if letters have begun to bleed through the material. Anyone with expert knowledge of torture may note that Link was, in fact, tortured for information, and those letters? The writing itself spells out the name St. Murtel.

The captains, having been alerted of this, make an attempt to contact those at Link’d Inc. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done.


☄ First: MISCOMMUNICATION
Somehow, whether intentional or not, the Komai have once again hacked public systems and networks to brand those of the Moira as the ones behind these terroristic acts. They still use their own name, but the images are different, focusing on familiar faces wearing the ship’s uniforms and traveling to the Aerospace to return to the Moira. Not only that, there are short recordings of Link’s final words that mention a very recognizable name: Captain Thán. The Komai have redirected the blame to the Moira and its crew for their own means, and in response, any and all crew who are captured by authorities will immediately be detained and shipped out to unknown locations. The Captains send a message via MID and request everyone return to the ship to prevent this from happening. Yet, not all messages will be delivered depending on how far away they are.

With everyone’s safety hanging in the balance, the Captains have decided to take things into their own hands and find a way to lift the block on the Moira so they can leave Emiri’s orbit and avoid further repercussions regardless of whether or not any one of the crew wants to stay.






☄ Second: DECOY & DISTRACT
After learning that Benjamin Link, son of recently deceased Frederick Link, knows how to unlock the ship so they can leave, the captains ask for volunteers to act as decoys on a mission to the Aerospace in Harashan. Their job is to distract guards and Emiri citizens, leaving the path clear for Benjamin to get to the computers. The captains reiterate that they are to use nonfatal methods as they don’t want a repeat of the events on Caducus Primary. Without his help, the ship won’t be able to leave, making this mission critical and extremely time sensitive.

☄ Third: RESCUE
During the mission, Benjamin informs the crew that the Komai aren’t incorrect in their claims that Link’d Inc uses unforgivable means to obtain information in order to make their matches perfect. The children the crew dreamed about are just two of many—the offspring of Emirian citizens who had gone missing. It has long been suspected that Link’d Inc was involved in their disappearances, but only recently has the Komai done anything to shed light on these gruesome rumors. Benjamin, after successfully unlocking the ship, disables the security systems in St. Murtel, which will allow the children a chance to escape. They’ll need assistance in getting out of St. Murtel and to a pre-designated area in Avelle where a group of Komai and Emirians will be waiting for them.

But be careful. If anyone is recognized as part of the crew, they will be placed under arrest for treason and possibly never heard from again.

☄ Fourth: BREAKING OUT
Now that the computer systems in Harashan’s Aerospace have been used to release the Moira, the entire crew are being called back via MID for an expedient exit from Emiri. Crew will be asked to assist other Moirans in getting back to the ship as quickly as possible via transporters or other small crafts as leaving is their only option at this point. In the escape, Emiri launches an attack on the Moira in an attempt to stop them. The ship’s previously unused defense systems activate, and those assigned to those positions are required to man their posts. Perhaps even those who don’t have the clearance are needed. Either way, it’s time to leave.

☄ Fifth: REFUGEES
Now that the ship has finally escaped Emiri’s orbit, the crew will notice a group of stragglers in the main hall. During the crew’s quick exit, about fifty Emirians have taken refuge aboard the Moira, and the captains have agreed to take them to the closest planet so they may start again or live a life free of Link’d Inc “rule”. The captains ask the crew to help get them clothes and food for their short stay, no longer than a day at most, and to occupy them as best they can. Tell jokes, sing songs, bring up the kittens so that everyone can attempt to wind down after this series of unfortunate events. Light entertainment won’t be provided, but on request, some crew members may do just that.


( ooc; This plot is spread out over the first half of the month of February, and follows the order of the prompts listed above. Feel free to take as much time as you need to with your characters and use the info above for posts/logs at your discretion. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
justabit: (unnerved)

[personal profile] justabit 2016-03-02 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's nothing behind him so he'll look back at Sans and ask what's--

...what]


...are you fucking with me?

[He looks behind his shoulder again, feeling vaguely uncomfortable with Sans having just disappeared like that.]
armoured: (happy] excitement)

[personal profile] armoured 2016-03-02 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Both!

[Don't be a lazybones, Peter, this is the best thing ever. Al is such a nerd.]

Isn't it exciting? There's so much to learn about and research, who knows what we could discover if we really put our minds to it.
armoured: (gen] positive)

[personal profile] armoured 2016-03-02 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
S-Sorry.

[He's trying to control himself, but he just can't seem to stop the laughter bubbling out of him no matter what he does.]

It's just... this is the most surreal experience I think I've ever been through, and you sound kind of overwhelmed too. It seemed kind of silly to encompass all of that in-- with the space.
allyisun: (RRRRGH)

[personal profile] allyisun 2016-03-02 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? Ugh! And you say I'm gross! It was more like a parasi-" Allison stops short, because 'that makes it sound like you ate your own tapeworm' isn't really an improvement.

"Anyway, I didn't have time to learn crazy angel language or whatever. I had a boyfriend to save. Still do. I was in the middle of that but now I'm here."

Reminded of her plight, she can't help but swear. Loudly.
whatdidisay: (pic#9528869)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-03-02 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( aw hell.

ivan reluctantly gives her a nod and a squeeze of the hand before he leaves her, ambling over to the desk as if he's interested in whatever the guard is doing. only he gently steps on the power cord for the phone -- neatly and quietly cutting off the phone conversation. he's on the other side of the guard, so that if he looks up at him for an explanation, his back will be to elizabeth.
)

What's up?

( he asks, as if he's inquiring about the status of a doctor. )
vengeance_driven: game (►►the cousins bellic3)

[personal profile] vengeance_driven 2016-03-02 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess I feel more like I wasted so much time... I just didn't want to show my cousin more violence. Kill yet another person from his home.

Even if that person was a complete assholee.

[He glances over at Snake, mouth pursing up a little. He has that sort of understanding that comes with a man that's had to do things he regrets.]

Do you still do it? ... You know, when we're not moving big boxes and shit? Back home? Or did you get out?
soldiergenes: noah gundersen - "david" (i keep kicking at the curb)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-03-02 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Snake. The human." If that's how they're going to define themselves, then fine. But is it really as simple as that? No fancy title for a sentient arrangement of bones? Snake doesn't know what he was expecting, but it's not that.

He looks away from Sans for a few seconds, just long enough to explain to the leftover kids that they'll be making an escape and that they need to follow him closely and listen to whatever he says. Once everyone's on the same page, he starts down the hall.

After Snake's established that the coast is clear, he glances over at Sans. "So, how's that work? Where I'm from, skeletons usually can't do much unless they've got muscles and skin to support them." And organs, but details.
neveroutwrenched: (pic#8815178)

[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2016-03-02 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow that sounds...tedious.

[He didn't know what a 'prole' was but it didn't sound like something that you would call someone you liked.]

This must be some serious culture shock then, huh? Since this is basically a civilian ship.
takeitslow: ([Speak])

Shhhh, no. It's fine

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-03 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
He sticks his hands in his pockets looking back towards the entrance to the gardens. "It's not that I'm putting down you're opinion, it's just that following around slower people gets old real quick. It's a patience thing."

Peter smiles a little at the kittens, trying to keep from laughing. "Yeah, saw that when I first got here. I don't know how you guys managed that. Magic? Weird science? Cats are usually born the old fashioned way where I'm from."
takeitslow: ([Joy])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Plenty of them. But dude, you just like screwed with matter. I wouldn't mind being able to do both.

[He lifts a hand out between them, concentrating until his hand is just a vibrating blur. His wiggles his eyebrows. There's no need to mention he's only tried things like this recently.]
takeitslow: ([Do])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-03 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"You are!" Pointing, laughing; Peter was certainly not trying to be mature about this conversation. "You're the one that did it, not me. Don't hate the guy pointing out the obvious."

He calms down just a little when she starts swearing, catching on that something about the 'saving a boyfriend' thing might be a big deal. "Save from what exactly?"
takeitslow: ([Disgusting])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-03 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Dude! [It startles a little laugh out of him. What's with all the people on this ship and wanting to learn?] The second one at least comes with an answer. We're being used as the work force. Ta-da. That's why we're here.

You know, I'll let you do all the mind stuff. I'm more of a do-er rather than a researcher.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (Or stiff knees)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-03-03 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[If she didn't look astonished before she certainly does now after that comment.

Honestly, the idea of someone having black blood instead of red doesn't sound impossible to her, not after seeing all these other aliens and supernatural creatures around the Moira. And with Crona's case might as well be true, yes, seeing that the other teen looks very pale. Which J first thought to be because they didn' get out much, as it could also explain their over the top shyness and skittishness.]


Sure thing, dear. [J nods at Crona slowly.]

So say. Did you want something from me?
neveroutwrenched: (pic#9704104)

[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2016-03-03 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Right. [He gives Ryan a skeptical look at the comment. Still, for someone with a well-known metaphysical nihilism steak...he’s trying.] You’ve got that whole...dead people. Thing.

[Very sensitive.]

Uh, Tipote. No, Tipota. Definitely Tipota. Sorry I...she was pretty secretive.
averagemedium: (pic#8964020)

dangit now i want steak, thanks

[personal profile] averagemedium 2016-03-03 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
-Yeah. [It comes out as a huffed-out laugh, short and reflexive. He's used to it, but-- he hasn't heard something like that in a while.] Yeah, the dead people thing. Definitely not her, though...

[He hums thoughtfully under his breath, then shakes his head.]

...anyway, thanks. And sorry. I don't mean to weird you out or anything.
whatdidisay: (pic#9526938)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-03-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
( they're the proletariat, ratchet. the working class. )

It sure isn't what I expected from ship duty.
gainedlove: (* Boo)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-03-03 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Frisk frowns again, then sighs, looking down at the ground. They're still upset about that, but...they don't want to fight with Chara again, not right now.

"That kinda thing is his job. He has to." Frisk chews on another bite of chocolate for a few long seconds, then looks up. "He didn't ask anything...funny, did he?" He doesn't know about Determination, does he?
skatebird: (Default)

[personal profile] skatebird 2016-03-03 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Hah. No kidding." Yata doesn't actually sound amused, of course. Sans' comment gets him to thinking, however, and after a moment:

"You think they're expecting a fight at the end of the ride?" Yata's knows the Moria is headed somewhere, at least, even if he hasn't paid much attention to 'where' or 'why'.
skatebird: (ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ i'm weak)

[personal profile] skatebird 2016-03-03 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Al, huh? Yata likes it. Nice and easy. ]

Sure did. Guess they didn't tell you anything useful, either?
skatebird: (ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ i'm weak)

[personal profile] skatebird 2016-03-03 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
The question about having control over his powers gets under Yata's skin, but he hasn't yet shaken the association between Rosethorn and Kusanagi in his mind; his response comes out considerably less hostile than it could.

"My power's not that work, or that strong. I can control it just fine." The only people he knows of that lose control of their skills like their are either total novices or devastatingly strong.

It, rater belatedly, is enough to make him finally wonder about his second roommate.

"So... what's this Elsa chick like, anyway?"
neveroutwrenched: (pic#8810925)

[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2016-03-03 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet gives him a humored shrug.]

You were kidnapped and sucked into an alternate dimension...and the thing that surprises you is that ship duty isn't what you expected?

[It's an interesting set of priorities.]
incantamentum: (lxviii.)

[personal profile] incantamentum 2016-03-03 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Eric understands all of the words individually but together they don't quite add up.] I'm... I'm not exactly sure about that. However there are crew members charged with the task of MID functionality so maybe asking one of them would be your best foot forward?

[He nods, smiling a little wryly.] Honestly? I've not had much interaction with them myself- their announcements for the most part seem to happen when something has gone decidedly wrong.

[Eric is grinning quite pleasantly though when he hears the stranger's take on psychiatry.] I'm glad to hear that the age old bias doesn't sit with you. Unfortunately its quite universal, regardless of whether or not one has been pulled from an alternate plane of reality.
incantamentum: (li.)

[personal profile] incantamentum 2016-03-03 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles.] Sparingly at least, I'm guilty of- I like to think, however, that I use my not-quite-negligible power responsibly. [He takes in the shuttle too.] Thank the gods. I was starting to worry that my earlier displays were garnering even more attention than necessary.
whatdidisay: (pic#9526939)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-03-03 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
You didn't specify about the other stuff, just the culture shock about being on the ship. ( he points out, but shrugs. ) And this is my third kidnapping overall -- that part isn't new. Beyond the different universe and the aliens.

( those were definitely new. )
skelepun: (shrug)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-03-03 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sorry bruh. You just got dunk'd.]