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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)! )
swaddledog: (Default)

[personal profile] swaddledog 2016-02-07 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ At this very moment, that's probably for the best. Furiosa's far too disoriented, which makes her hostile on reflex. She's at least keeping steady on her feet, though her face is pale and beads of sweat were beginning to form on her brow.

It had everything to do with discomfort and dread and less to do with bloodloss. ]


What? [ Give her a moment. She wipes the sweat away with a back of her hand. Despite how knowledgeable this person seems to be of the situation, her words implicate that she came from a similar one. ] You were stolen too.

[ That's her cue to step away from the mentioned machine. ] You really mean sailing through stars, don't you?
hyperkinesia: (What does he want me to do?)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-02-07 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's been a lot of new faces, and not just among the ones coming in for checkups or patching up wounds. Even among the staff in the medbay, there are a couple of new people, some likely assigned to this post when they arrived, others just wanting to help with this entire mess, much like Bruce himself is doing.

Another wave of wounded taken care of, Bruce uses the opportunity to regain his breath and balance, tidying up the place the best he can, so that when more people show up, probably coming from the planet, they have the area ready, and the supplies clean and on hand. He's checking up on how much medi-gel they still have available - a lot, thankfully Meh had replicated quite a lot of it -, glancing over and smiling back at the green boy standing next to him. ]


Not this kind of doctor. [ He goes on to explain. ] I'm just helping out right now. But this isn't my post or anything. Is it... yours? [ He looks a little too young, but here, he'll believe anything. ]
whatdidisay: (miles why)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-02-07 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
That's what Earth was supposed to be for me. ( he sighs, missing the mayor's daughter he'd chatted up while there. sylvia, wasn't it? she was nice. prone to frilly underwear and wearing the lavish gifts he got for her. ) Shame my cousin came and threw it all into chaos.

( as his cousin does. )

The resort idea sounds nice. As much as I want a vacation from this -- beaches and women in swimsuits -- you know that you don't have to pay for drinks here, right? ( he only found this out recently, after months of miles telling him he was adding ivan's drinks to his tab. ) Unless Miles really wants to be an ass.

( not an impossibility )
breakin_ur_lore: (:3)

[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-02-07 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[It's very nice magic! :D Med'an nods rapidly, ready to hear more about the aforementioned machines. There's clearly a lot of technology here that they don't have on Azeroth – but he's been getting used to that with living in the Exodar for the past few months. He can handle it.] Okay.

My name is Med'an. [He'd better, you know, learn his new colleague's names and all. Vaguely he wonders if she's human or not – she doesn't quite look it, but she's certainly not any other race he knows of.]
takeitslow: ([Joke])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-07 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
That's something I've never been accused of before. [A grin] Thanks.

Dude, so different. I mean, space. The technology here is crazy advanced. There's, like, a skeleton walking around here. And robots. And I sleep in an egg. Insanity. It would be the coolest thing that's ever happened to me if they'd just give me some headphones and some chocolate. Home seems a little caveman compared to this, you know?
takeitslow: ([Laugh])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-07 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" He said flatly, frowning. He ran a half circle around Sans, fast enough to cause a gust and disturb some of the crew in the room nearby. Peter ignored their protests, stopping dead back in front of Sans. He leaned forward again and burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, so damn cocky! Cool, cool. You know what? I'm going to believe it. What's going to top a talking skeleton? Wait! You said you had a brother. Two talking skeletons."
breakin_ur_lore: (!!!)

[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-02-07 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy. Sharing a room with a girl. Oh boy. He's never shared a room. Especially not with a girl. Maybe this is the wrong room??]

Oh, um...

[His cheeks start to burn, but she seems completely nonplussed, so shuffles in after her, as if to pretend that this is totally not a big deal. I mean, he's almost an adult, so it's not a big deal, right? No, this'll be fine, it's just different. But he can handle different. Right?

The trunk from the top bunk...
]

Oh – sure! [Her request shakes him out of his reverie and he glances up at the trunk in question, then moves to climb the first few steps of the ladder to grab it. He might be weird looking, but he is very helpful! A GOOD DOG LIKE YOU WANTED!!] Where would you like it?
takeitslow: ([Chatter])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-07 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Peter wiggles his fingers in a little wave, half smiling. "Used my legs?"

"Look lady, it's really cool if you can actually use that little light show to leave. Like seriously, what's up with that? You a mutant? Cause that's cool. But, uh, don't think that you're going to be saving anyone from here. You can do it when they send us back. I guess."
breakin_ur_lore: (!!!)

A!

[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-02-07 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Speaking of fascinating reactions, Med'an jumps backwards when he realizes that there's a blue holographic box walking next to him. He's seem holograms before – his uncle owns a few of their relatives, and every now and then Med'an spends the day with the one of his deceased grandmother, pretending that she's almost there with him – but he's clueless about how they work and, well, why one of a cube would be hanging out with him right now. Uncertainly, he glances around for someone who might be making it appear, or who would at least know what it was.

“Um....” No one's around, though. Is it part of the ship? He reaches a hand out cautiously, going to wave it underneath the box. The holograms he's seen have bases that they project from, that you can disrupt by blocking...
takeitslow: ([Quicksilver])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-07 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter's up on his feet the second the last word is out, clapping a little manically. At least it seems to jar those around him into clapping too.]

See, see? Knew there was some creativity in there. Way better than listening to Pinocchio, right? Wooden dolls, ugh, boring. Dragons are way cooler. Good for you, story guy.
blackblooded: (ragnarok and look)

sorry i'm so late!

[personal profile] blackblooded 2016-02-07 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Crona flinches, and both sets of eyes (the teen's, and the surreal googly-eyed creature attached to the teen's back) turn to look at the man. There's a long moment where Crona's just frozen, a rabbit in headlights.

Then, a nod, and Crona stutters out an answer.

"Y-y-yes." But, oh, he's too far away to hear that sort of quiet sound, isn't he. So Crona tries again, a little louder (firmer too, because that's necessary to be louder).

"Yes. I think so. It wouldn't be right to put the wrong things in the window, would it?" Loud enough to hear, but getting quieter. By the end, it's just a mutter.
skelepun: (im tired)

delicious misunderstandings ahoy

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-07 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[It didn't occur to Sans to make the connection, despite its obviousness to any human. Monsters had different funeral rites, after all.]

Don't apologize, it's cool. I sat down next to you, remember? [Sans closed his book, furtively filing it back into his jacket. Bruce was far more interesting than the stars, for the moment.] N' yeah, I guess we're pretty unique. I'm a monster, there are a lot of us.

[He paused for a moment, a sickening reminder chilling his bones. Were a lot of us, he could say. But wouldn't, of course. There were certain things you just didn't drop in your first conversation with a guy.]

Think of it like this: where humans are made up mostly of water, we're pretty much all magic.
Edited 2016-02-07 02:13 (UTC)
justabit: (disgruntled)

[personal profile] justabit 2016-02-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Rick's silent in response to that for a few seconds, his eyes continuing to be narrowed as he tries to get a good read on the guy. He can't tell if he's actually an idiot or if this was just some stupid act... either way, he really didn't want to be stuck to Papyrus for any longer than he needed.]

H-how do you plan on making sure I have an enjoyable time when w-we're in the middle of a fucking war? You-- y-you think we can just go off and... a-and fondle each others balls while there's people being detained twenty feet from the ship? Y-y-you know how distracting that shit is?
blackblooded: (ragnarok and bullied)

fifteen minutes late with starbucks

[personal profile] blackblooded 2016-02-07 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm." Crona says, agreeing. Then, "that's Ragnarok." Crona points sort of up, sort of back, towards Ragnarok, who's resting his tray of food on Crona's head. He grins, showing just about as many teeth as Sans is.

"Y-you're... um... you're..." A talking skeleton. Crona thought the picture was some kind of joke, and didn't know how to deal with it.

"It would be rude, wouldn't it? To tell him he's a skeleton. He already knows that." That's directed up at Ragnarok, who shrugs. "I dunno. Hey! Skeleton! Did anybody tell you you're a skeleton?"

Both of them look at him, waiting for an answer.
skelepun: ([sans] 68)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-07 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, whaddya know, that's where I'm at. Way down the other end of the hall."

With Frisk snuggled close like this and his mind already buzzing, Sans opted to take the long way for once. Feet clicking through the long mostly sleepy hallways, what surprised him most was how natural this felt. Sure, he'd looked out for his brother since Pap was a baby bone, but Sans was a kid then too. This felt different, and yet somehow drawn from the same place. The kid felt like family, and yet all Sans could see when he looked at him was the creature from that long hallway.

It didn't sit well with him.

"Here we are," Sans muttered finally, creaking the door open. Frisk's weight around his neck remained steady as he shifted the child from one arm to the other. "You still with me, bud?"
leanandgreen: (Ah. Hm.)

[personal profile] leanandgreen 2016-02-07 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[His expression goes from being crossed to being intrigued/confused.]

Oh! Rrrrright. ...Okay.

[Beat. The cogs in his head are turning...]

Uh. And how do we control an explosion in this kind of situation, exactly? [He doesn't sound as aggressively opposed anymore, but he's still skeptical.] Aren't explosions like, the polar opposite of controlled?
skelepun: ([sans] 29)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-02-07 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Luckily for Med'an, he was catching Sans between REM cycles. Any grinning requests that his new roommate pay him 50G for a removal fee were left by the wayside (for now).]

Nah, nah, just throw 'em on the floor. We're fast and loose in here, pal. [Very fast and very loose. The room itself was not exactly tidy.] My brother will probably be in here tomorrow cleaning it up, anyway.
justabit: (drinking #343423)

[personal profile] justabit 2016-02-07 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Rick shrugs, and downs his shot.]

Probably but I mean, I-I really could care less about what happens to a bunch of stowaways. They could be shot out of the trash shoot into the atmosphere f-for all I care.
justabit: (in tv history morty)

[personal profile] justabit 2016-02-07 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Rick looks to her bed, then to the bed of this "Miller" person while she speaks. So he has the choice between sleeping above this chick or on whatever bunk Miller doesn't have taken... both are unpleasant choices.

He gives her a disgruntled stare in response to her eyeing him, and shrugs lightly at her introduction.]


Rick Sanchez.

[With that out of the way, he moseys on over to the couch and haphazardly drops himself onto it, lying across it on his back.]

M-mine.

[Like hell he's actually going to share a bed with someone else. Bunk or not, that's not really Rick's style.]
breakin_ur_lore: (pouty med'an is pouty)

[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-02-07 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
There's a garden here. He's been stressed and confused and worried in the few short days he's been here, but all of that melts away at the sight of quiet and friendly greenery. Living without free access to nature, here and in his new home in the Exodar back home, has been...strange, for a boy who grew up in the middle of a forest, and who learned to speak to the elements as a child. It's not horrible, but he's not sure if he's the type that can be cooped up inside for weeks on end.

In a happy daze, he wanders about, breathing in the clean air and the smell of dirt and growing things. Some of the plants he recognizes, but he's not really looking for anything in particular, just enjoying the scenery. He wonders how big this area is. There's a huge tree in the middle; eventually he finds the way down to its roots, and walks around to see them from every angle. He's just wondering if this would be a good climbing tree, and thinking about going back upstairs to see if there are any low enough branches (and if he's brave enough to try climbing on it when he knows he probably should not), when he becomes aware of someone murmuring and something skittering past him on the path.

“There are kitties here!”

Also a person. Who looks like they were in the middle of something. There's incense, she's kneeling....

Welp. This is awkward. Med'an straightens up and tries to look like he wasn't just squealing about kittens.

“I'm very sorry.”
blackblooded: (awkwardness)

[personal profile] blackblooded 2016-02-07 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Just Crona right now, Ragnarok hiding inside Crona's veins, protective and quiet. He's angry, and upset, and Crona doesn't know what to do to calm him down. They should talk more, they should settle things, they should learn to stabilize their souls before they slip so far out of sync that they face a soul rejection. But that's going to come later.

Right now, Crona's in the garden, looking carefully at the plants without touching anything. There's the smell of incense, of fire burning, and that's a little bit too close to the plants to be all right, so Crona follows it. (The little squirt that had followed Crona from the Bastion is left behind to tussle with a kitten).

And, oh, that's someone Crona knows. The name is right there, right where Crona can think of it (but Crona's no good at names, Crona's never been good at names).

"R-Rosethorn?" That's an easy name to remember, and it goes easily with the face. A little step closer, with a little, excited smile.
justabit: (disgruntled)

and ilu....

[personal profile] justabit 2016-02-07 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
I-I've seen worse.

[Rick shrugs slightly, not looking particularly bothered by the actual shitshow this place was.]

You ever been stuck on a planet where literally every living being is some kind of hipster douchebag? There's always this... just constant stream of whiny little punkass bitches complaining whenever they see someone wearing the same colour of clothing as them. They got their shitty Modest Mouse and.. J-Johnny Eats World or whatever playing on every speaker in town.

Wh-why is it a whole planet of hipsters, anyway? It's practically mainstream to be one at that point it's-- i-i-it's a fucking paradox.
Edited 2016-02-07 02:59 (UTC)
stompadour: (look at her shes fucking ridiculous)

[personal profile] stompadour 2016-02-07 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"What, the colours? Hah. That's not why I picked them, but it's..." She shrugs, watching the Orange Tabby and White Long Hair getting gently manhandled by the children. (She's getting a little more relaxed about it.) It's not like having the little animals around is like having the company other Jaspers by a long shot, but it's kind of nice to have creatures that look a little like her. "I don't know, I like it."
twocomplex: (oren did nothing wrong)

[personal profile] twocomplex 2016-02-07 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, an exchange?

[Crafty. Oren glances back at the knife as if to contemplate it before he nods back to Rinzler.]

That sounds fair enough. Then shall you explain in detail first, or I?
gainedlove: (* Dream)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-07 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
They make a quiet sound in response, pleased and relieved to hear that Sans is so close by. They don't often wake up in the middle of the night, but knowing there's someone around they can find easily when they do is a comforting thought.

Frisk is starting to drift off when Sans speaks up again, making them mumble and blink their eyes open again. They shift a little, waiting to either be carried in or let down to get into bed themself. (Or maybe Sans will float them in, they like it when he does that.) "...mm-hmm."