August Event Log: Part I

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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

[sleepdarts]

( he may be able to handle it but she's always got his back. especially now. having felt that loss once already she feels a little reluctant to let him go alone. ana knows that he's capable but sitting and waiting, especially now that she can't hear, is painful.

so she's quick on his heels, watching for his signal before spreading out a little to cover the ground, and circle the animal )

[mylawn]

[Jack tries to stay in her field of vision, knowing that he isn’t going to be able to verbally signal or warn her. The shapes in his environment scanner don’t seem to have noticed them, but the more time he spends here, the greater their chances of detection become. They stay low, approaching slowly, but Jack keeps his distance. It’s likely their hearing is much better than his, even with his enhancements.

He hefts his gun, readies it. Maybe they won’t need to kill anything—maybe a well-placed shot will scare them off. Either way, he gives Ana a hand signal to confirm that he’s about to fire.]

Ready?

[sleepdarts]

( ana signals an affirmative back and with jack covering her, just briefly, she checks the situation through her own scope. get a lay of it, and see how close they'd gotten.

hopefully, as jack is thinking, that shot will scare them. though these animals are unlike ones that she's seen before, which means that they could be just as unpredictable )

[mylawn]

[As soon as he confirms Ana's acknowledgement, Jack is leveling his rifle and unleashing his helix rockets into the general vicinity of the animals. Better to scare all of them off at once--and he's not going to complain if they take damage, too.

The explosion from his rockets lights up the night, if only momentarily, illuminating the scattering animals in silhouette. Jack stays right where he is, stock still, waiting to see if that will be enough.]

[sleepdarts]

( she watches the rockets fly out, gaze dipping to look back down her scope before lowering the rifle. her steps take her back to jack, hand resting at his elbow, waiting a few more seconds for a response before ana taps out--

Safe.

at least she thinks so, butthe animals haven't moved closer yet, instead scattering further away )

[mylawn]

[Jack keeps his eyes peeled, signaling for Ana to get closer to him so he can at least feel her presence. His environment scanner locks on to the scattering shapes, and he watches them disperse. It’s a long moment, however, before she taps against his arm and he allows himself to breathe.]

For now.

[They both know they’ll never be completely safe, but they’re used to this by now. Jack stares out into the dark.]

Let’s go back.

[sleepdarts]

( she watches out for a few seconds longer, making certain that they're not circling back around. but jack hadn't seen it, and she trusted that his visor could cut through the dark better than her eye.

ana lets her hand fall from his elbow, finding his hand and slipping her fingers around it. her gaze turns from the dark, sitting on his face for a few seconds before she moves to go back to their tent, hand lightly pulling on his as she steps away )