August Event Log: Part I

[savmods]

Who: Everyone
When: August 9 and onward
Where: An unexpected destination
What: The newcomers go on a trip and end up far from where they expected
Warnings: Potential violence. Please label your content!

NOTE: PLEASE READ THIS OOC POST FIRST.

When the time comes for the travelers to go on the off-world trip that will help restore Thisavrou, they are not alone. Others who have settled on the planets longer and come to call them home are also prepared to travel; through the Ingress and do their part. Yet when the newcomers step through, whether they stepped through the Ingress seconds or hours apart, they will find that they have arrived at the same time, and only newcomers are in sight.

What awaits them is not a land of plenty. The land is barren, and dark storms in the sky resemble those held at bay by the Ingress complex—but much, much closer. Those who traveled on the Moira may recognize the landscape; though they have come through at a different point from the crash, they are on the Midway Hub. And there is no portal back. They are trapped.

hitting the road

Though some have been here before, the Midway Hub is not as they remember it. The storms fill the sky, leaving it dark and ominous even when they are not sweeping across the landscape—but they have clearly done so in recent times, and often. While never a lush land, large patches of ground an acre or more wide looking nothing more than utterly dead; the thistle that naturally grows is brittle, black and unable to be consumed even with the usual preparations to make it edible, and here and there animal corpses are found twisted into unnatural poses, but seemingly uninjured. These places are particularly concentrated near the broken Ingresses litter the landscape. While Midway Hub as a whole may seem naturally arid, these dead spots leave no hope that anything can possibly live there again.

The travelers have two options: stay where they are, or move on. While it might seem that they've been tricked into coming here and been left abandoned, those with the technological ability to do so may detect a sign of hope: a familiar energy source, far in the distance. Although none of the Ingresses they pass will ever work again, the faint energy shows that one still-functioning Ingress lies far in the distance, days away.

Although technological scanning or impressive memory of the landscape indicates that they are not separated from their destination by one of the gates that divide the land, they are also far from the shelter of the facility at the center of the Hub. Any attempt to travel in a direction other than that of the energy signal will result in a strange disorientation after several hours, bringing individuals back to their original path as though they've gone in circles. Meanwhile, though travelers will feel the need to slake their hunger and thirst through any natural water sources they discover, wildlife they can hunt for food and any supplies they have on them, if they don't find sustenance, they'll find that they will never pass out or reach the point of starvation. Instead, they'll be left alive and awake but feeling utterly hollow.

storm front

At regular intervals, the energy storms above descend onto the land, bringing not rain but violent clashes of negative energy and thunder so loud that nothing can be heard above it. The passing of the storms leaves some strange effects. The ground is warped and rotted by their touch, even solid stone degrading to a spongy surface. The air is tepid and oddly charged. Prolonged contact with air or ground will not supply energy, however — it drains it from organic and synthetic life alike.

Those who remember their last trip to the Hub, or simply explore in the right direction, may come across the cave complexes with their glowing surfaces and streams. The light is dimmer now, a sickly green, but drinking from the streams will still restore the energy lost, for a time. This time, however, the lethargy that inevitably follows is much more severe, and the drinkers are left with a raw, empty feeling leeching in from the wasteland around.

Those who are exposed to the storms, either by finding themselves in very close proximity or even closely observing them for too long as they approach, may lose their sight, or hearing, even much of the ability to feel touch — whatever sense they used in observation. What lingers in its place is a numbness. A hunger. And as time passes, the time between storms decreases; what seemed like hours between the storms becomes scarcely one, and their intensity grows.

wild life

Sentient beings are not the only ones affected by the storms; these creatures, attracted to sound and able to track by scent, and these panthers, which once looked normal but have been twisted by the storms into more monstrous forms, are numerous enough that travelers must be constantly alert for their presence. Though natural predators, the threat the creatures represent is not itself natural. They are also more aggressive. Some strange instinct drives them, not a need for food. While the panthers themselves can be caught and their meat cooked, it has little taste, offering nutrition but not satisfaction.

old familiar places

Although it's difficult to track the passage of time without day-night cycles, after what seems like more than a week of the travelers' unexpected trip, the storms abruptly come rushing in at the group of travelers, as if they're herding the group to move faster toward their destination and the Ingress energy that awaits them. The true nature of that destination becomes clear when debris appears on the horizon; the energy comes from the wreckage of the Moira, the interstellar ship that crashed here months ago.

Despite the trauma of impact, large sections of the ship remain surprisingly intact, though few of them are properly vertically oriented. If travelers are able to make their way inside the damaged sections of the ship, they'll find familiar territory, if they are one of those who traveled on the Moira, as well as shelter—something that's increasingly necessary as the storms seem to center over the ship, leaving little hope for survival outside. Useful items may be scavenged from the ship if they are willing to explore, but no personal items of any kind remain.

Strangely, the deeper travelers go into the crashed ship, the less familiar their surroundings will seem, regardless of their orientation. The inward-leading paths into the ship become generic metal, and as with the travel on the surface of the planet, they may find themselves back where they started. And no matter how far they go or how hard they try, they will find themselves unable to make it to the Ingress chamber itself...for now.

Comments

[chaoticlootral]

Magnus, look me in the third-eyeball. Have I ever lied to make you feel better about leaving me in a cave in the middle of nowhere?

[ Of course he's being stubborn, why would he not be being stubborn. It's his constant state of being.]

[ruffboi]

[Well, he's not going to leave him just anywhere in a cave. Walking around and scouting for a good location - out of the way, access to water, not visible from the entrance. But, he's considering it.]

I'm not leaving you, though? I'll be back just after I go check things out. There were some panthers prowling around the area? So I'll just go kill them and come back. Okay?

[chaoticlootral]

[No???? That is the dumbest idea he's ever heard? Why would you wander out to go kill things for no good reason when there will just be more things to kill up ahead. Splitting up the party will definitely result in further injury and fuck-ups. You aren't actually helping anyone by going backwards and stirring up trouble.

He doesn't say a single one of these things, instead just nodding in agreement. Like that's a reasonable plan.]

If you say so!

[ruffboi]

[Setting him down in the spot he's scoped out as safe, and then drawing the Chance Lance from his back and laying it down next to him.]

Here. In case anything comes in here - it won't, but just in case -

[Obviously worrying way too much, likely because he knows this is a fucking bad idea?]

[chaoticlootral]

[ Taako settles in comfortably pretty quickly, making a big show of how relaxed and cool he is about this entire situation. The spell that was letting him see for now is starting to fade out, but he's not about to admit that. He's got his sudoku book out (upside down), already scribbling in answers (definitely not in the boxes at all) - to be fair, this is normally how he does sudoku anyway, and has nothing to do with the fact that he's blinded.

He jumps a little at the clink of the Chance Lance, reaching out to wrap a hand around it. This is a fucking bad idea. He drags it over to his lap, huffing at the imposition of now having to be responsible for one of Magnus' magical items. Like Kanye with a waterbottle left on the airplane seat next to him. ]

You know I can't lift this, right? Lances ain't in my weapons proficiency.

[ Ugh. He should say something. Taako has the power to put a stop to this idiocy if he just demands Magnus stay, that they plan something better. ]

You should get a hustle on, homie. While you're still riding that glow-water high.

[ruffboi]

Uh. Did you want my shield? Axe? Grandfather's knife? Might have a bow on me somewhere. Just don't want to leave you without a weapon? It's pretty easy to just stab someone.

[When Taako points it out, though, he stops and takes another swig from his skein of magic water. He was starting to feel weirdly tired again. But he puts the skein away and leans over and just awkwardly gives him a hug.]

Be safe. [Squeezing just a little too tight. The idea of leaving Taako alone does scare him a lot, even if Taako says it's fine. Wouldn't it be great if he was this concerned with his own safety? Oh well.

[chaoticlootral]

Right, right, pointy end towards me, got it.

[ Waving off the offer of additional weapons - which results in his arm and the sudoku book and the Chance Lance getting trapped awkwardly in the hug, Taako gently trying to figure out how the fuck arms even work for as long as this goes on. He doesn't exactly hug back, but the tolerance of an overly tight be safe embrace is probably as good as you could expect. He isn't an expert at these things. ]

I said I'm good! Seriously.

[ruffboi]

[Well, he knows he's joking about the pointy end. He hopes. He hopes he's joking. So, letting him go from the hug, pulling away with an awkward pat to the top of his head.]

Right, okay. I'll be back in a little while! Just get some rest and get your spell slots back. [Clearly Taako doesn't want him hovering, but he's still hesitating a little. But, turning to go and walking out of the cave.] Bye!

[chaoticlootral]

[ Is he joking . . . ? Magnus will never find out, because he's leaving him to go fight cats, because he's a sulky baby. If there was one more chance to stop him, it'd be this. Time slows down like in a horror movie where you know someone is gonna eat shit, but for once it might not be the mean blonde who dies first.

Taako just gives him a little wave, so he doesn't feel weird about the whole thing. The wave was kinda weird though. ]

Catch ya on the flip side, Mags.