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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)! )
takeitslow: ([Speed])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-02-08 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Purpose or not- [He waves his arms out at the mess, still grinning like a maniac.]

Only a waste if they don't want to eat off the floor. Not that dirty in here. Feel sorry for the cleaning crew, not the food. [He pauses, shrugs.] Which I'm not letting be me today. You might owe a janitor an apology.
heart_breaking: (Default -- Hopes and dreams crawling)

[personal profile] heart_breaking 2016-02-08 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
The reaction is instantaneous, and they bang their heels on the bed in their haste to take them down and stand up from the floor properly. It's as though they've been doused by a bucket of ice water, and every inch of them is ready to jump, and ready to help.

The fact that they're still in the Hold and that Frisk is looking at them sinks in slowly, and then it's another transformation: they shrink like a dog that knows it's done something terrible. If they had a tail it would be between their legs, and they can't look Frisk in the eye.

"F-Frisk!" Jesus christ, they need to pull themself together. What the hell did Frisk come here like that for? Idiot. Chara doesn't regret anything they did.

He deserved it.

Frisk was always going to find out...

"What are you doing here?" They're grimacing, but it doesn't hide their wince completely.
ancientwinters: (LL 17)

[personal profile] ancientwinters 2016-02-08 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ She tries to use tact. Keyword: try.

Papyrus, stop. She resists a chuckle. Well yes, skeletons are generally important for living they just don't . . .walk around by themselves. ]


. . .That's amazing.

[ Her amusement turns more contemplative. Summoning isn't a simple skill everyone just has. She's thousands of years old and still has trouble summoning multiple items at a time on a good day. Small objects sure but the bones that move at Papyrus's will and he can make messages with?

She doesn't want to be on his bad side. ]


You deserve the title guard instead of Morale Office but I get the feeling our captains aren't so trusting with ranks.
notyetsore: (the glowing bugs are still there)

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-02-08 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows pull together a little bit. Magic...? He's not even going to try to think about that, but...

They work differently from humans. That he can deal with. Though thinking of them like mushi makes the 'really, really nice' part a little hard to process.

"...Huh. Why... are they called monsters, then?"
gainedlove: (* Someone Else)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-08 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
If Chara is a guilty dog, Frisk is the puppy that's been left at the side of the road with no idea why. They feel lost, confused, hurt...nothing is making any sense any more.

"I-I heard about--why did you hurt him? He's our friend, he would never hurt us!" Nevermind that it had always been Frisk in the driver's seat back in the Underground, or that Chara had been irritated and dismissive of the taller skeleton from day one. In Frisk's mind they were a pair, always together and what counted for one of them counted for both. That was how it always had been.
rraidergirl: (We're outgunned outmanned)

[personal profile] rraidergirl 2016-02-08 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
On three.

[ At his count, they hurl the trashbin forward. It hits the big window squarely in the middle and for a split second, Lara thinks it's not going to break. The sound of shattering glass, screams and the metal bin hitting the floor cuts through the quiet night.

Lara looks at Eggsy.
] Run!

[ And she'll bolt away, slipping into the shadows of the alley. ]
gainedlove: (* Console)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-08 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Frisk's expression falls, but they nod solemnly. It really is inevitable...there's no way Asriel can stay himself without a soul of his own.]

I'll make sure you behave, I promise. [They wrap their arms around Asriel's shoulders again and hold him close.] An' I won't let anything happen to you, either. Everyone will be safe.
rraidergirl: (Who tells your story)

[personal profile] rraidergirl 2016-02-08 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
What color...

[ How to answer that question. ]

They were wearing a Moira uniform. [ She indicates her own clothing. ] Very tall, muscular, they looked female? Older, dark hair.

[Strangely charismatic, considering Lara had only met them in the middle of a street fight. ]
pleasereset: dreemurr-reborn on tumblr (Let me think about that)

[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-02-08 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sans...?

[Ah, he remembered that name. And even if he didn't, he knew exactly who Papyrus' brother is. His steps slow a little, and there's a knot in his stomach. It's fine, he wasn't Flowey anymore... well, not yet anyway. But there's still a shiver that runs down his spine.]

Um... well, it sounds like your brother is having fun here?
Edited 2016-02-08 05:06 (UTC)
ancientwinters: (011)

[personal profile] ancientwinters 2016-02-08 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Does it matter? You'd be the the fifth person to act like you have something to hide after so blatantly announcing you know my name. What do I care if my judgments are wrong when all of your opinions have been made?

[ The United States didn't seem to care about how much needed to be rebuilt in all the other countries it bombed and is currently spilling blood all over.

Apples to apples.

How many people have died from her lover's stupid decision making with his weapons division? It's funny how much remorse makes a difference when he quite honestly has the lowest kill count out of all the Avengers.

He sighed, and pillaged one of the bodies of the man who was knocked unconscious. He just needed something solid to transfigure. Ah, here we go. A flash of green light and a staff forms in his hand suited to Pepper's height. ]


There has never been a better time to learn. At the very least I'll get you to protect yourself properly, even if it's a small progress. [ And they'll have plenty of the people to practice on if the footsteps he can hear behind him are anything to go by.

He offered up the staff to her. ]
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[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2016-02-08 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
You're kidding.

[Ratchet frowns thoughtfully. He was pretty sure there was some kind of bartering system in place. But on the other hand, he'd barely gone near the bar during their trip. Too many people, and too many slippery slopes.]

I guess I haven't really spent much time at the bar. [He squints up at the stars.] How's this place even keep a bar stocked...we don't even have enough uniforms to go around half the time.
seeingscarlet: (girl; 050)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-02-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not moving. Nope. Not one bit. Except her breathing has gone fast and shallow - not to the point one could call it hyperventilating but there's a distinct difference when Scott calls the ants away.]

You're controlling them.

[It's not a question despite the wonder in her voice. Wanda can recognize that sort of ability when she sees it.]
rraidergirl: (curiouser and curiouser)

[personal profile] rraidergirl 2016-02-08 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's an impressively quick turn around, she has to admit. And strange to be larger and stronger than someone for once, Lara holds her ground despite the tug on her hand.

"Hold on, you ought to head back to the ship, it's dangerous."
heart_breaking: (Default -- Hopes and dreams crawling)

[personal profile] heart_breaking 2016-02-08 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
They wince outright, stepping back. "I didn't hurt him! He didn't even get a scratch."

It's framed like a complaint. They answer to no living person on or off of this ship, and Frisk has no right to say anything. They weren't even there, so why do they think they can be upset over it?

Chara sits back down on the bed, resting their elbows on their knees and coincidentally winding up half curled into a ball. Their feet don't touch the ground completely, so they kick their feet and open and close their hands in the biggest display of actual distress since arrival. Strangers had been dismissed easily, compared to this.
ancientwinters: (LL 1)

[personal profile] ancientwinters 2016-02-08 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Please, you could smile a little less.

[ Direct is just how she likes to needle people. In her opinion it gets the best reactions. ]

Do really think you can best the goddess of war? [ She chuckles. ] I'll hand over my title if such a day ever occurs.
ancientwinters: (017)

[personal profile] ancientwinters 2016-02-08 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, in a way.

[ He approached her carefully, not wanting to invade much of her personal space, but healing magic was easier with skin contact. He just needed a few fingers against her temples. In his experience magical exhaustion always felt like a weight to be lifted and his magic searched for her trying to alleviate the pressure while at the same time soothing.

She wasn't any good to him, or anyone, incapacitated. It was just a part of being on the battlefield to help others along and he didn't see it as anything strange or oddly kind. ]


Is the pain going away?
ancientwinters: (LL 8)

[personal profile] ancientwinters 2016-02-08 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ The numbing liquid is very much appreciated. She only felt the first prick of the needle before it faded into mildly uncomfortable pressure. Still better than feeling like she was repeatedly being stabbed into. ]

I'm starting to worry when--[ She stopped to shake her head. Okay, she'll deal with blood loss next if she is really that lightheaded. ] When all the information anyone has on this ship are ghost stories and guesses.

[ Someone had to be responsible for pulling them here. How can no one be aware? ]
gainedlove: (* Ignore)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-08 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe earlier in their loops, Frisk would have understood the confusion more. But they're so used to monsters by this point, their oddities and quirks, that humans seem stranger to them by comparison.

"I dunno. They always have been." Frisk shrugs, then tilts their head a bit. "...where are you from, anyway? The Underground's been open for a while. I thought everyone knew."
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[personal profile] twocomplex 2016-02-08 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"We had just one sun."

The only sun there could be, he sure hoped. His eyes linger on Ragnarok a moment longer before he turns to face the protective glass. A welcome distraction. He presses a palm against it.

"And no night. Are you saying you had night in your world? Or that someone could exist in a world without day?"
gainedlove: (* Keep Going)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-08 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You tried to, though." The hurt and betrayal is crystal clear in Frisk's voice--you could almost think it was them that Chara had gone after with a fork, and not a living skeleton. "Why did you want to hurt him? I-I don't understand."

Frisk shrinks in on themself, the sick feeling of isolation only growing seeing Chara like this. This isn't right, none of this is right. Their grip on the bars is tight, making their arms tremble from the force of it, and they bite their lip to try and keep from crying. Chara always hates when they do that.
gainedlove: (* Threaten)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-08 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, come on! Frisk turns back around with a huffy look, about as intimidating as a small, fluffy dog (color unspecified).

"No! I'm crew too, I'm gonna help!"
heart_breaking: (Default -- Hopes and dreams crawling)

[personal profile] heart_breaking 2016-02-08 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"He was bothering me!" Chara insists, glaring at their feet. "I told him to shut up and he wouldn't. What did he think was going to happen!?"

It was his fault. Not Chara's. They wished Frisk would stop looking like Chara'd kicked them in the face, because they hadn't, and Frisk's making way too big a deal out of this. It's not like he even died.

Echoes of silent wailing creep through their mind like ground-mist, and Chara's fingers dig into the side of the bed until they're white-knuckled.
gainedlove: (* Approach)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-02-08 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Then you could just leave! You know how badly we hurt monsters without even trying!" Their heart had never been in that fight with Asgore, not in a single timeline. Only desperation and the knowledge that Flowey had rigged the game ever let Frisk start swinging at all--and every time the boss monster had nearly died at their hands. Someone to great and huge and powerful, defeated a tiny child with a knife.

(Not that they ever felt his dust hadn't stained their soul. It was just like Flowey said--he wouldn't be dead if not for their help.)
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-02-08 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth notices that moment, and for a brief second she hopes Ivan isn't confused about what she's doing here. Why isn't he saying something?]

[...did he just get distracted by her ploy meant for the guard?]

[Good lord, this is going to be harder than she thought.]


Well he says it isn't. [Elizabeth counters, nodding to the guard.] He says we're in the completely wrong place.

[The guard debates with himself for a moment, then agrees to let them have a peek. But only because Ivan is gorgeous.]

[At least, that's what the wink the guard gives him says.]

[Elizabeth pretends to sulk as they're led into the Aerospace. Really, she's looking for a place where they can shove this guard once he's unconscious.]
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-02-08 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Well my cousin could all be putting it on a giant tab, but I don't know how he's expecting me to pay for it when it's all said and done.

( god, he sure hopes not. it's bad enough his family has all the best wine on barrayar, he doesn't want to have miles holding his drinking here over his head when they go home. )

Beats me. Maybe stuff shows up every so often -- that's how we got three barrels of maple mead.