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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)! )
whynotgoonmyown: (Default)

Mess hall

[personal profile] whynotgoonmyown 2016-02-03 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[A buddy system. They actually implemented a buddy system. It's not that Tyler can't see the rationale, of course, but still... It feel so elementary school.

But he had been volunteered into participating, so of course he was going to get it done. Might as well help a new arrival have the easiest time adjusting as possible. So, when he sees Ed in the mess hall, he takes a moment to check the description he's been given. Short kid, blond hair tied back in a ponytail... Looks like he found him. He approaches Ed, sitting next to him.]


Hi, you're Edward Elric, right?
Edited 2016-02-03 19:51 (UTC)
knaval: (under the sea (under the seaaaa))

first one :0

[personal profile] knaval 2016-02-03 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[riptide took to wandering the ship's halls in his holoform; his fat robot ass isn't gonna be able to fit down them in a million years.

he's almost happy to be called out to. he's yet to find any other cybertronians and he's starting to get a little uncomfortable.]


In my-- what? Wait, what?

[looking down, he hops a few times. how can there be anything in his pants this is a hard light projection...

#nailedit]
takeitslow: ([Joke])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-03 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
And what's that mean? Come on man, spill it. You seen people like me before?
takeitslow: ([Worry])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-03 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[A little awkwardly, he takes one of her hands. It's fidgety and maybe a little sweaty, but he's going to ignore how strange it is.]

So. How does this work? Alternate dimensions or something?
hyperkinesia: (Like it's thinking.)

don't be, this is perfect!

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-02-03 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ People come into the medbay with the most various kinds of injuries, some with just a headache or a small cut or bruise, while others show up with big gashes that need stitches and more thorough dressing. So, despite hoping that the next serious injury will be the last, Bruce is ready for just about anything when the next person steps inside.

It still makes for quite the sight, though - not just the kind of wounds the woman sports, but also the way she moves and acts as if it's nothing but a minor nuisance, and that paired with her getup makes her stand out. There's a trace of familiarity there too, but he can't exactly put his finger on it yet, and quickly he focuses on what she's asking of him instead. ]


I can do it. Come sit down, please? [ He gestures at one of the exam tables nearby, not offering her support since it seems she can move and walk well enough on her own. If she happens to lose her footing, he's still close enough to reach out for her. ]
whynotgoonmyown: (42)

[personal profile] whynotgoonmyown 2016-02-03 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[He listens as Oren speaks. Well, either the man is a very good liar, or he's a very good liar, because Tyler can't detect any deceit there. And really, no scenario is too unlikely, given their situation. He nods, conceding Oren's point.]

I can, sure. Although... Hiding the knife there is a little... The gardener will probably find it and there'll be questions. You should probably just wash it and stash it in your room. Less awkward for everyone.
knaval: (real enough yet)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-02-03 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. That's what it's called?

[riptide likes greeters. especially the ones who are genuine and don't try to stab you when you're past them. even if zam was the latter kind, he doubts she'd try it.]

Has a small purple Autobot come through here? Probably talking about quantum stuff. I'd like to talk to her if she has.
knaval: (*yeah under the sea)

MOIRA

[personal profile] knaval 2016-02-03 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, yeah, fine.

[good job riptide has been keeping his holoform solid. this poor woman looks like she might pass out if she'd gone right through him.]

Are you? I mean, I don't really know much about humans but, uh.

[he gestures to... all of her. smooth.]
twocomplex: (love is an intoxication)

[personal profile] twocomplex 2016-02-03 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a suggestion he wasn't expecting. He inches closer to the knife again, gripping the handle to slip it out of the dirt. Dirt clumps around the blood, red still peaking through as he turns it over in his hand.]

Do you really expect I'll be safe all the way to some sort of water source here? [He honestly doesn't even know where he can find water. He's used to it being more rare. Holy.] I've heard of some sort of murder. Will I not be caught in the middle?
hyperkinesia: (What are they doing?)

I still can't keep on a straight face as I write this

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-02-03 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The voice calling out gets Bruce's attention almost instantly - finished with tending to some minor cuts on one of the refugees, he turns around, spotting the man who's just walked in with an alarmed look on his face. He'd been fully expecting him to be carrying someone, by the urgent way he talked, but when he seems to be holding his hands together, it's starting to look like some serious injury he's sporting instead.

So, when the guy holds them out and Bruce peers at his palms, it takes him one-- actually, more than one second to even spot the tiny little thing resting at the center of one of them. ]


... that's an ant.

[ Not a question, a statement. Delivered in a bland, incredulous tone as he looks from the ant to the guy's face.

There's no amount of flatstaring to convey how ridiculous this moment seems to him right now. The guy has to be messing with him, right? ]
ancientwinters: (LL 7)

[personal profile] ancientwinters 2016-02-03 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pride can affect a lot for people like Loki. Pride doesn't allow her to pay attention the dizziness she feels or searing pain of an open wound. Simpering, as she often would in her younger years, was ironed out much later. The last thing she ever wanted was to be seen as weak as a warrior.

Getting up onto the exam table if a bit of chore with one arm out of commission but she makes it work. ]


Luckily they cut most of my shirt out of the way. [ Regardless she summons a knife to her hand, taking hold of the blade to offer him the handle. Ever since she met Papyrus she sort of. . .doubted anyone would be surprised by magic.

He's a talking skeleton, for Norn's sake. ]
Edited 2016-02-03 20:32 (UTC)
whatawaste: (Seductive)

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-02-03 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Maya had only lost one boot. The other had somehow miraculously stayed on her foot. Of course, what kind of kriffing idiot walked around on only one boot? There were plenty, she was sure. But she was not among them.

Anyway, she liked being barefoot.

She was still too stubborn to put on any of the clothing they'd given her. This wasn't her ship. This wasn't her crew. She didn't belong here.

In her continued, silent protest, she'd taken to smoking her rankweed cigarettes in the corridor. Leaning against the wall, she took a drag, letting out an aromatic, blue smoke in expertly crafted rings.

And it was through one of those rings that she regarded the stranger who appeared at the other end of the hall. Her senses were too dull to accidentally pickup on any of his thoughts, but she thought she could sense some roiling emotion just beneath the surface, mercifully out of her reach. "You new?" she asked dully.
diamondslap: (GUARANTEED TO BLOW YOUR MIIIIND)

rescueeee

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-02-03 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[aurelia is down on the ground for the first time in a few hours. as any good sniper knows, you can't really stay in the same place for too long, and aurelia is due to run off to another area.

unfortunately, for whatever reason, digistructing hasn't been working since she arrived on the ship. she's had to carry her sniper rifle on her back, which is extremely inopportune for a city crawling with security. is it any surprise that she's also in the alleyways? lara's footfalls aren't the heavy ones of the security forces; aurelia ignores them. she's far too busy trying to climb up a dumpster to get to a fire escape ladder.]


Ugh... bloody poor-- who doesn't have a dumpster maid these days? Ugh!

[she's just... complaining to herself. yep.]
diamondslap: (in her pretty cabinet)

iii!

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-02-03 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[the bar, the bar is good. it has drinks that aurelia would actually not hesitate to put into her flawless, high class body. maybe that's the "being stuck in the same place for too long" thing talking, maybe she's just kinda bored and wants a nice buzz. at the end of the day: who cares?

she watches rick cuss out the kid and can't help cackling. ah, kids. how funny it is when they're orphans.]


Jolly good show, darling. [she raises an eyebrow at the sobbing girl, frowning.] Well, you heard him. Go on, urchin. Run along back to mummy and daddy. Or their graves, or whatever.
whynotgoonmyown: (46)

[personal profile] whynotgoonmyown 2016-02-03 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, he's guessing Oren is from somewhere where plumbing isn't a thing, or at least rare. Yeah, the Moira doesn't look like somewhere that has water right there for the picking, he supposes. He really can't blame Oren for being cautious with the murder around, too.]

Sure I do. It's actually pretty easy to find water here. As for the murder... You only just arrived, and the murder can only be as recent as last night at most, given that they snuck the body into our cargo hold. Odds are, you'll never even register in the list of suspects. Not anymore than anyone else here, at least.
Edited 2016-02-03 21:04 (UTC)
twocomplex: (dont u wanna smooch him)

[personal profile] twocomplex 2016-02-03 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. There's some relief in that, I suppose.

[He brings the knife closer, touching his free hand to a cleaner edge. Shortly after, he pulls it back and raises his chin to view Tyler once more.]

I haven't introduced myself, have I? You'll have to forgive me. I'm a bit lost in all this... It's Oren. [He tests a step forward and bowing just slightly as he extends his free hand for a shake.]

Would you mind helping me find some water? I'd hate to clean it with a treasured source.
noctiphile: (gently drips face off)

they started it

[personal profile] noctiphile 2016-02-03 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Finally! Someone who will truly listen!

[Mattias whips towards Ryan and nearly flings the eggs off his plate. He scrambles to keep them on the plate before continuing to press on.] I tried to give this cretin food and he accused me of attempted murder! Then spat at me! And now—[He yelps as cold water splashes his back. Behind him, the demon child smiles, an empty glass of water in his hand. Mattias narrows his eyes before picking up a clump of bad eggs and throwing it at the kid. It bounces off his face as Mattias turns back to Ryan.]

See?
noctiphile: (my shameful pb)

[personal profile] noctiphile 2016-02-03 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm delicate.

[Says the muscular, six foot man. Impatiently, he presses the elevator button. Behind them the door opens with a pleasant chime and slow grate of metal.]

And I've been through far too much today. So, if you would please. [He gestures towards the open elevator.] It most likely won't hurt you.
averagemedium: (pic#8968209)

[personal profile] averagemedium 2016-02-03 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You too. [That smile's a little brighter- this guy seems like decent company, at least.] Guess we're in the same boat-- I don't know about anyone else here, though, I haven't met them. Maybe they stick new folks together?

[He hums thoughtfully under his breath as he glances around the room, then shrugs one shoulder and marks his place in the book. Maybe he's got very little idea of what it's about, but he'll just have to pick it up again later and see if he can figure it out.]

Who knows how things work on this ship, though. We'll have to ask around a bit if you got the same information I did, 'cause it definitely wasn't a lot.
takeitslow: ([Run])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-03 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter takes a moment to assess the guy and nods. Big guy like that shouldn't have a problem. He hoists the kid up higher, holding on to their neck.]

Right. Back in a flash. Hold tight honey. [The last is to the child, half whispered in an attempt to sound soothing. He gives the older man one last look before he's off in a gust of wind. He's back minutes later, looking apologetic. Like the other man would notice it took longer than usual.]

He was a little freaked out.

seeingscarlet: (witch; 029)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-02-03 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wanda nods once and slips into the other side of the crowd. She moves to the back, where no one's watching, and picks her target: a burly man who looks like he won't be as likely to get hurt. It's simple enough from there: a vision that repeats images from the broadcast is all it takes for him to stride forward, shouting about the Komai and their lies and how they've just assaulted him again.

Perfect. Your move, Lara.]
whynotgoonmyown: (03)

[personal profile] whynotgoonmyown 2016-02-03 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oooh, he's seeing some culture shock on the way, if he's taking about a water source being treasured. Still, first things first, introductions. He closes the distance between the two a little and shakes Oren's hand with an easy smile.]

Well, I didn't introduce myself either, so let's say we're even. I'm Tyler. It's nice to meet you.

[He then makes a mental note of the nearest bathroom before indicating Oren to follow him.] So, let's get that washed. Follow me.
averagemedium: (pic#8968208)

[personal profile] averagemedium 2016-02-03 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like that, yeah.

[He breathes out a huff of a laugh, short and quiet.]

You're fine anyway, that was just-- really distracting, you know? Should be good now. [And while he means to let it drop there, curiosity ends up winning out.] D'you always move like that?
takeitslow: ([Disgusting])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-03 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no idea what you- Did you just growl? The hell?

[Peter's torn between wanting to laugh again and wanting to get the hell out of dodge.]
twocomplex: (jk im so hot I DONT NEED AN OVEN)

[personal profile] twocomplex 2016-02-03 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The pleasure is mine.

[Things seem calm, for now. Enkythos was still present— it was hard to miss that. He could feel him regardless of all else, but most notably in the halls on the way here, he'd gotten more than a few reactions. Could there be smaller demons in this place? He's half wondering if some of the people here may have addictions to them, or be hosting them to cure their ailments.

Difficult to say when he couldn't figure a damn thing about what was happening. He keeps the knife at his side, still partially shielding it with his sleeve as they walk. Despite the reassurance that he won't be noticed, he'd rather not risk it.]


Tyler, is it? That's a rather unique name. [Read: weird as fuck name, but he's being nice.]