Who: Anyone and Everyone
When: February 10-19
Where: Avagi
What: Life support fails, and a team sets out. Check out
this ooc post for more.
Warnings: Label your content.
Synce their arrival, Avagi's residents have been plagued by minor system failures. Faulty taskbots and infested crawlspaces, supply shortages and the floods last month. For the most part, they've coped admirably, and quality of life aboard the station is substantially improved from what it was. But even as the damage in the lived-in space is scrubbed away, more dangerous poisons have been building underneath.
On February 10, the groaning from the walls will escalate to a harsh scraping, audible station-wide. Then silence falls as the filtration systems die completely: leaving all vents to begin spewing thick, black smoke.
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| System Failures | |
| (February 10-19) | |
Acrid and hazardous, the cocktail of gases emerging from the vents are the result of three centuries' toxin storage spilling over. A shallow breath can cause a coughing fit, but individuals who draw in too much of the toxic air will find themselves becoming dizzy, passing out, or worse. While effects may vary based on individual biology, all beings who require breath will find their lungs burning and their vision blurred. An hour after the initial failure, the lighting goes out too. With it, all station power: to computers, doors, and any system not hooked up to its own supply.
Investigation:
The electrical failures can be sourced to an automated safety shutoff, override-able from Life Support's main controls. But the mechanism isn't in place without a reason. Generating station power produces more of the dark fumes, and without working filters, they will pump straight into the air.
Wait in the dark (and growing cold), or suffocate more quickly? Either way, your air troubles won't be resolved quickly. Over the next couple days, groups searching Sanitation can track down the vapors to their source. A small mob of taskbots run sad circles in the filtration hub: between the air processing units and a row of shelves along one wall. The label reads Purification Crystals, and a single empty container remains. Survival (Home Team):
Without the crystals, there is no effective way of restoring the entire living space. It may, however, be possible to section off small areas. Able bodies will be required to seal off the fumes and guide those suffering from their effects to safety. Many may need medical assistance, and technical skills will be in even more desperate need: to equip these regions with oxygen and power, and insulate them against the cold that leeches in from the outside.
Some amount of work has already been done, and a few safe rooms are prepped across the station. As days progress toward weeks, however, their air and power reserves will run thin, and some larger sectors may warrant securing regardless. The Greenery contains young plants that are susceptible to the fumes, and those invested in the library's book collection may also want to take measures. The gas has acidic qualities in higher concentrations, enough to eat through paper... for a start.
Contain it? Remove it? Or just try to protect yourselves? One way or another, you'll need to hold out for a while.
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| Travel (Away Team) | |
| (February 12-19) | |
When Avagi's current population first got here, it was clear that others had inhabited the space before. Recent developments have even proven that these others—or, perhaps, their descendants—might still exist elsewhere on the station now. With the crystals that might repair your home missing, diplomacy is no longer an optional consideration. It's time to meet the neighbors, and hope they come in peace.Navigation:
Those volunteering to undertake this mission will be provided with a patchwork set of maps. However, these contain little to no information on the current state of the station—including which parts still exist. The explosion that tore apart the former Ingress Complex left wide gaps in the structure, many of which have been invaded by the storms outside.
Scanning tech will be required to assess what lies behind the sealed walls, and physical labor to cut through them. As no contiguous paths across the station remain, this process will need to be repeated numerous times. Where no adjoining regions can be verified intact, smaller scouting tools (or group members!) may be required to traverse crawlspaces for a view of nearby rooms. Survival:
Behind the first wall lies a pressurized room with normal gravity—and contaminated air. This will not persist as the travelers continue. Some regions have power, but no gravity. Others contain pockets of unaffected, still-clean air. Few spaces will be fully online before the travelers get there, but local generators can be found that might allow for a night or two of "comfortable" camping. At least one juncture can only be crossed by floating through an empty docking bay. The area contains no power, air, or gravity, but spacesuits can be procured... inside the sealed vacuum of the bay. Creative thinking may be required.
Enveloping the station's outside, the roiling shadows of Avagi's storms have crept invasively into all unsealed regions of the interior. While the Observation Station may have accustomed some Avagians to the view, there's something much more immediate about the shadows pressing at the other side of these windows. The faint patterns of light that ripple through the clouds prompt a sense of malice and exhaustion, one that lingers even when you've turned away. Those who attempt more intense scrutiny may suffer more severe effects.
Certainly, it feels like something is watching back. Discoveries:
As harrowing as the journey may be, it's not entirely without its gains. A few tools can be salvaged from some of the decks visited along the way, and while food is in much shorter supply, there are a few signs that it might not have been, long ago. Wrappers and empty cans turn up in strange places. A few glyphs can be found scratched into one wall: ones that your ACE's translators roughly interpret as prayers.
One sealed room has a large "X" scrawled across the walls despite the detectable presence of power, air, and gravity. Opening it produces a strange sight: two skeletal corpses pressed up against the still-active force field that cuts this room off from the storms. Both bodies show extensive burns to hands and faces, but don't appear to have died from that effect. |
[For questions, signups, or plotting, check out the ooc post. For the duration of this log, characters may travel between teams to whatever extent they are capable. The event will escalate with a second log on February 20.] ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thisavrou_log2018-02-10 04:46 pm
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[Normally, he'd be all stammering and looking away. But this isn't normal. This is dangerous. This is life or death. And as much as his own lungs burn, he wasn't the one breathing in the tainted air through a shirt. He can suffer a few more yards.]
Get in there first! I'll go back for anyone else!
[Because, again, helmet and space-suitable armor.]
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If less equipped.
She tries to remember what Nihlus said about getting people to listen to her. He wasn't much older than her, which helped. But he was a lot taller, maler, and more accustomed to being listened to being listened to. She stands up straight. ]
I'm on the Emergency Team. I need to go with you.
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Then you need to get a suit! Something! You can't do this if you can't breathe.
[It's only logical -- Breathing is important for running around like this.]
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There's an emergency cache on every deck. It's right over there.
[ She points, and then dashes over to where she and Nihlus had set up the supplies. She slides her fingertips along the edges of the panel until she finds the lock and pops it open. ]
First Aid, basic melee weapon, thermal blanket, potable water, fire extinguisher, [ she lists the items as she rummages through. ] Here! Oxygen tank.
[ She hands Shiro his helmet back and pulls the face mask over her mouth and nose. ]
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[Just nods as she points things out. And only taking his helmet back when he's absolutely sure her mask is secure. Old habits die hard -- old habits like putting others before yourself.]
[Of course, once his helmet seal engages again, he's coughing and gasping, but hey. No one died.]
... okay. Okay. Just a second -- then we start escorting people.
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[ She's practically vibrating with adrenaline. The feeling of actually being useful for once is good, except it's at the expense of everybody else's health and well-being. Which sucks.
So long as she keeps moving she won't think about it much. She focuses on planning a route, following the protocols they'd been drilling. ]
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[He says it almost immediately. Because that's just Shiro. Even if he's not completely fine, he's going to make himself be. Other people's lives are at risk.]
[So he forcibly steadies himself. Lifts his head.]
Let's go.
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Ok. So. We need to do an orderly sweep of the deck and get them to the safe room. Which is here, right next to the cache.
[ She punches in the code in the panel next to the door that starts the emergency procedure. Alarms go off on the deck and lights on the floor and walls point toward the safe room. ]
We'll go this way. I'll take the right hand side, you can take the left. Come on.
[ She starts off down the hall, heading for the first room on the right. ]
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Got it.
[A flick of his hand, with purple light blossoming back into being. Good as a flashlight, for the time being.]
Keep in touch over the network if you need to.
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That's pretty fuckin' useful, dude. I just got this.
[ She turns on her phone flashlight. ]
Better than nothing, right?
[ She darts down the hall, still wheezing a bit but the adrenaline keeps her going. Besides, what a little smog anyway, right? ]