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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)! )
skelepun: ([sans] 77)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
From her left, appearing out of seemingly nowhere, a skeleton kicked back against the wall she was leaning on with a fixed look of cheer stretched across his skull. You didn't make it long on the Moira without hearing about the Ingress's monthly influx of new crewmates. Still, being on the other side of it was a first for Sans.

Didn't look much easier from this end, if he's being honest.

"Y'know, that stuff'll kill you."
takeitslow: ([Laugh])

arrival

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
He has doubled back already near to where they'd been let free. A few more stragglers, but nothing had changed. No miraculous way out. He was ready to take off again until he caught the movement to his right. Peter took a scant second to assess before he started to laugh, bright and loud.

"Dude, are you seriously going to barf?"
breakin_ur_lore: (when I sing its a cyclone)

Med'an | open!!

[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-02-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[medbay - intro]
[Med'an barely has any time to process what's happened to him – the feeling of being pushed forward, unsteadiness in his feet, heat and cold flashing by at the same time – before the announcement goes out about their perilous situation.

He looks down at the “starter pack” he's been given, and the strange device strapped onto his wrist. There had been a brief – confusing – explanation, but weighed most heavily in his mind was the position he had just been given aboard the ship. Physician.

He has no formal medical training. He knows how to heal, in multiple ways, and when he takes a deep breath and reaches out he can feel the Light within him, ready to aid; but that doesn't make him a doctor. He could make a bandage and probably identify a few common illnesses; but that doesn't make him a medical professional.

He is not prepared.

But he can't just stand there and do nothing – not if they really want or need his help – so he decides to just stay put in the medbay and finds a place to change into his uniform. It's got distinct colors – a few other people were wearing similar things, while most of those who'd left were wearing other colors...was this what all medics wore? After a few minutes of observation, he decides that this makes as much sense as anything else, and cautiously approaches his fellow medbay associates.
]

Hello. I think I'm going to be working here. [There's a set to his jaw that suggests determination, and a glint in his eyes that's asking for guidance. If they were being targeted by the Komai or whoever, were they about to go into battle? He has no clue.]

[medbay – open to any scenario]

[As the days wear on, more people begin visiting the medbay. The young halfbreed feels both completely adrift in his new home, and at least slightly more knowledgeable about his duties, and spends most of his time waiting for patients to come in. He's managed to snag an introductory medical text from the library, and studies as much as he can when its quiet.

Whoever comes in is greeted and, if it's not obvious from their appearance, asked what they need. His face seems strained in its seriousness, but his voice is level.
]

[closed to roommates]

[At the end of his first day in space (in space), he's told to go get some rest, and is left to wander the decks uncertainly until he finds the room marked for him. It opens up automatically – there are a few rooms in the Exodar that do that. He should still be in the Exodar, with his uncle, whom he hasn't found listed on the directory – and inside there's....

It's not a regular bedroom, because he's never shared a room with anyone except for his foster father when he was very young. But it's much more homey and normal than he expected. There are nice beds, blankets. A couch. His strained spirits manage to lift a little at the sight of books tucked all about said couch – those are almost certainly books he hasn't read yet...maybe there were even more books about the Light, he only had one on him and he'd read half of it already...
]
Edited 2016-02-02 05:15 (UTC)
imaginary_wife: (12 - JC4v4w1)

[personal profile] imaginary_wife 2016-02-02 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
☄ Medbay

[Doc Yewll has her own form of determination. That of a relatively short (5'3'') petite woman striding around as quickly as she can, putting out clean bandages and healing pads and hell knows what else to repair injuries. Sure, why doesn't everyone just decide to get hurt!!!]

[She turns and heads back over to Med'an when he speaks.]

Stabilize the badly wounded. Leave the moderately wounded to the volunteers. Watch out, people tend to lose arms here. It's like it's contagious.
rraidergirl: (Not throwing away my shot)

[personal profile] rraidergirl 2016-02-02 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Jail Break: part 1. The one where Lara and Ratchet break out of jail.
(closed to Ratchet and Sans)

[ She didn't know where they were. Which... Yes, that was a concern, but she was also fairly sure as long as they were on Eimiri, they could find their way back to the ship. The guards were over dressed thugs and not the sort that seemed accustomed to handling prisoners who offered direct resistance. Lara gets a few new bruises for her trouble, but in the scuffle and struggle and scramble of the fight, it ends with her and Ratchet. Handcuffed, but in the same cell. Lara lets out a slow breath, letting herself relax while she listens to the sounds of the guards swearing and footsetps fading into the distance. ]


Jail Break: part 2. The one where Lara breaks into jail. OTA

[ It was amazing the sort of things one learned when breaking out of secret holding cells. Like the location of other secret holding cells. Handy that. The urban decay that seems to be the sort of place where Link'd Inc keeps their questionably legal holding cells is worlds different than the lush, green forests of Yamatai, but it still feels the same.

Quiet, quiet footsteps. A lock carefully popped, a grate carefully lifted. She's... less deadly armed than she had been on the island, but it's no less effective. She hasn't seen any guards yet, but that doesn't mean they're not there. That they're not watching and waiting, quiet as she is. She slides to the cell and peers in, making a soft low hssst to catch the attention of the person inside.
]

Rescue: The one with the riot. OTA

[ Security was tighter than ever and really that ought not to have been a surprise, but Lara was running on high and running out of quieter ideas and the meeting place is too close to several new security patrol routes. So they needed a distraction. Something large enough and loud enough to pull in patrolling forces. Lara winds her way through shadowy corners and alleyways, head up and looking for ideas. ]

Where's a bar of drunken football fans when you need one.

Moira: The one where nothing blows up. OTA

[ Being simply and purely on the Moira is... Quiet. Terribly quiet, even with so many new faces floating around now, including the lot in the hold. Lara finds it increasingly difficult to sit still, so she moves, a pent up and tense energy that anyone who met her not long after she first arrived might recognize. Even when standing, or in the rare moments in the library or garden when she's sitting, she's restless. Fidgeting and unsure.

And really it's hardly a surprise that she doesn't bump into more people.
]

Oh. [ Lara grimaces, the rather solid and accidental body check making some of her newer bruises twinge. ] I'm terribly sorry, are you all right?

Wildcard.
[hmu!!!! ]
petrifiedshadow: (010)

Capture

[personal profile] petrifiedshadow 2016-02-02 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Starflight had heard the same startled shout and panicked. Until he realized it wasn't directed at him for a change, but some other unfortunate soul in the crowd. He glanced over the crowd to see what was happening before quickly dropping back down. His instincts were screaming for him to run, but whoever it was sounded so scared and helpless. If Clay or Tsunami were here they would have barged in to help already. And if he wanted to be more like them, then he couldn't just leave.

Precious seconds passed as Starflight tried to think of a way to help without making things worse, or getting himself captured. He didn't think he could fight the uniformed officers, but maybe he could cause a distraction?

Starflight snuck through the crowd, and when he finally reached the edge of the circle forming around the commotion, he lurched forward, trying to look like he had fallen. He rammed into the officer holding down the kid, knocking them away. Starflight threw his wings open to get his balance, sweeping over the smaller creature and drawing them closer to him hidden underneath. ]

Sorry! Sorry, sir, I didn't mean- I'm sorry. Someone- pushed me? I'm sorry. They didn't get away did they?

[ He looked around anxiously, pretending to look for the escaped fugitive and praying he didn't look half as terrified as he felt, or that his fear would be misinterpreted as being afraid of the terrorist. He attempted to back away into the crowd without lifting his wings too much and hoping the creature would catch on. ]
takeitslow: ([Smug])

wildcard/ observation deck?

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-02 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter slides to a stop near the only other person in the room, hands folded behind his back and head tilted to watch the stars. The other man looks young enough, short enough at least, that he thinks found someone closer to his age than his mother's.]

It's a lot more than what's in the sky planet-side, eh shortstop?
seeingscarlet: (fragile; 072)

:D

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-02-02 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Wanda always got the impression that outsiders thought she and Pietro had always been a flawless team. That wasn't the case, and this isn't the first time a speedster has almost slammed into her.

Reflexively, she tucks her hair back behind her ears before she turns around.]


It would not be the first --

[Oh.

Fast. Silver hair. Is this the Pietro from Billy and Loki's world? It's always been a possibility, even more so since the Ingress spat out her brother's jacket last month, but actually seeing it is like being punched in the gut.]


...Pietro?
ultramatum: (Minimus 8)

C

[personal profile] ultramatum 2016-02-02 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
With the distraction of the temporary visitors to the ship, it seemed like many of the day to day chores had gone unfinished. So Minimus Ambus was pulling double duty in the mess hall, attempting to restore it to some level of cleanliness. But even without his Magnus Armor, the rooms and doorways were still uncomfortably small, so it took some contortion to get through to the kitchen without dropping the stack of plates he was carrying. So he was facing away from the kitchen when he entered

He stopped immediately upon turning around, looking around at the mess in mild horror. IT had been fine when he was here ten minutes ago.

"What is going on in here?"
gainedlove: (* Alert)

Arrival

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-02 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Frisk is feeling rather lost themself, still carrying the bundle of clothing they had been given and wandering around wondering just how this had happened. SUre, they'd wanted out of the time loop, but...not like this. What if another RESET happens, and they're not there to make sure things go right? It's an unnerving thought...almost as much as the idea that even this isn't far enough away to keep the RESET from pulling them back.]

[Frisk pauses when they take a turn down a new hallway and see someone up ahead, making a double-take when they see just who it is. No way...it's already been a week, he should have turned back by now! Is this for real?]

Asriel?!
curiousnotmalicious: (neutral with a scarf)

Dutch Velders - OTA

[personal profile] curiousnotmalicious 2016-02-02 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: I don’t have much time tonight. Can I write more tomorrow?]

Arrival

Of all the sensations taking part during the arrival, the one that bothered Dutch most was the temporary blindness. Long after it passed her hands found themselves touching her eyelids as she was mystified regarding what had interfered with her dearest sense. Once everything was stable, she looked around. It was all so strange, so different from the Brooklyn streets she’d been used to. Strangest of all, her boots - her treasured boots - are gone.

She turns to look at someone else who has also stumbled upon this strange place. Whether they belong here or not she doesn’t know, but she hopes they have a better idea of what’s going on than she does. Dutch needs a little direction. Without it she’s lost.

“What’s going on?” She asks in a low voice, her British accent coloring her words.
Edited 2016-02-02 05:50 (UTC)
skelepun: ([sans] 31)

C

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
With all the planetary escapes, rescue missions, and general activity over the last several days, the small pleasure in having time to raid the kitchen for a snack was not missed on Sans. He took his time blowing off work, stretching his bones until they cracked in all the right places on his way to the kitchen.

Maybe Loki was cooking up something half-decent. Or maybe he'd just hunt around for something cold and melty. Sweet and salty? He'd experiment. For the first time in a while, Sans felt no pressure to rush.

The feeling was fleeting, unfortunately. It evaporated clean away the moment Sans opened the door and saw the small, harried child digging through shelves far too tall for them.

Standing frozen in the doorway, he found himself completely at a loss for words.
seeingscarlet: (concern; 069)

riot time

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-02-02 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Outside chasing us?

[It's like a cartoon chase scene out here, honestly. Wanda's in one of her more practical Emirian outfits, the green dress with the black vest. Even so, it's not quite enough to be more than flimsy camouflage. Not being able to take the MID off is a problem.]

If we could make them fight each other...
takeitslow: ([Joke])

C:

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-02 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Pietro. It sounds like the sort of thing his grandmother would say, something from the old country. It's a little strange to hear it here, so far out in space.]

Bless you?

[He laughs, shrugs. The woman looks a little shell shocked, enough that he wonders if she's new too. He feels a little bad for making fun, offers a hand in an attempt to be a little less of an ass.]

Peter. Peter Maximoff. Not going to bother saying nice to meet you because you don't look like you're having a good time.
gainedlove: (* Flee)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-02 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Magnus is very quickly appraised of the 'what' in this situation when Frisk yelps and jumps, banging their head on a shelf with a loud rattle. The child whimpers with pain and quickly straightens up with that universal look of youthful guilt. The fact that they're talking to a robot only phases them for a few moments before they launch into an apologetic babble.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to make something, I-I was gonna clean up, I swear!"
skelepun: ([sans] 31)

arrival

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Behind Asriel, Sans stood in genuine surprise at the door. A book he was holding slipped free of his fingers, landing upturned and forgotten on the ground. There was no mistaking that silhouette. Everyone knew King Asgore, the nicest guy anyone could ask for in a ruler.

Whoever it was standing there at the stars, they were a monster. A boss monster. As far as Sans knew, from the stories of long dead princeses and vanished queens, there shouldn't be more than the one.

Apparently not.]


I was about to ask the same thing, kiddo.
skelepun: ([sans] 54)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Eyelights flicking from Niko to the box to Niko again, Sans processed what that meant as quickly as he could. Komai? Probably. Definitely. A message? Not one he was too keen on receiving, but it looked like nobody had a choice anymore.]

Well... heh, not exactly the crate-est gift. [He moved closer, walking alongside Niko with a worried crease between his brow bones. His "help" remained non-interactive in nature, hands still stuffed into his pockets as he watched Niko work.] How do you wanna do this? Tell people, I mean.

Between you and me, we've got more than a few people aboard who might jump without thinking if they hear about this.
gainedlove: (* Stay)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-02 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
It takes a few moments before Frisk realizes that someone else is there, and they quickly clamber back down from having climbed up the shelves themselves to get a look in the higher spaces for that elusive butterscotch. Turning around, the apology that has been on their lips dies when they see just who it is in the doorway.

"Sans?"

Frisk's heart leaps in their chest, several conflicting emotions briefly warring for dominance. Worry that the skeleton is here at all, happiness to be able to see him again, guilt at being caught in making such a giant mess by their dear old dunkle...they hesitate for a moment before they break out into a run across the mess of a kitchen with arms held wide and tears catching at the corners of their eyes.

"You're here!"
skelepun: ([sans] 52)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Browbone drawn together into a Look, Sans appeared completely unsure how to react to that. One peek around the alley, another capital-L-look back at Ratchet, and then, well.

"You want me to give you my honest opinion? I think we're boned, heh." He shrugged, still wearing that persistent grin despite the growing realization that they might not make it back. "But if you got a plan, I'll back you up."
seeingscarlet: (concern; 069)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-02-02 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[What little color remained in Wanda's face completely drains out the minute she hears 'Maximoff.' She takes his hand mutely, attention focused elsewhere: the hand is different and the mind unfamiliar but there's no mistake, it's really him]

I...no, it's --

[Deep breath, try again.]

My name is Wanda Maximoff.
skelepun: ([sans] 67)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Buddy, pal, I think you're missing the way this joke works."

Sans watched as this new human poked at his hand, expression caught somewhere between bemused and snickering. Expressions were a little more nuanced when you carried a perpetual grin.

"I say knock knock, you say who's there, it's a whole thing. It's rad, I promise."

Dodging the question? Nahhh.
skelepun: ([sans] 58)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
By now, Sans was more than used to the reactions. Whether they were with the crew or on Emiri itself, there was always that slight hesitation while whoever they talked to figured out how to react. It didn't bother Sans in the slightest. You could learn a lot about a person from how they reacted to something they didn't understand.

In this human's case, apparently, she rolled with the punches like a pro. Sans' perpetual grin widened in distant approval.

"Etch."
takeitslow: ([Annoyed])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-02 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[The smile stiffens, his eyes grow hard. He drops her hand, tone growing harsh despite the grin.]

You screwing with me? Because you sure don't look like my sister.

[When people take the piss out of him, he can handle it. Snipe back with the best of them. But he's never had the patience for it when it came to his sisters. Some things were meant to stay off limits.]
skelepun: ([sans] 63)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-02 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Sans was back. Back to that hall. Back to the hall he thought he would never, ever get to leave again. The child running towards him wasn't jumping towards him with friendly, eager, empty arms, but instead wore an expression that defied any description Sans cared to give it.

Before Sans realized where he really was or what was happening, he stepped back, hand outstretched. Frisk's soul was blue before they could make it even halfway towards the door.

"When did you get here?"
Edited 2016-02-02 06:29 (UTC)
takeitslow: ([Teenage])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-02 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Buddy, I think you're missing some skin." He shot back, still fixated on the fact he was touching bone. And he'd thought seeing Logan's powers would be the best mix of gross and cool he'd ever see.

"There is no knock knock joke better than that you're, uh, existing? Come on." Peter finally stopped poking the skeleton, opting instead to circle him. Maybe from a different angle, he'd figure out the trick.