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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he pauses briefly, watches him pull it from behind an unsuspecting person's ear, amusement clear in the way he grins.
for a moment, it seems like nightcrawler might stop, except a miniature velociraptor goes skittering by that he ends up having to chase down.
next time, though, when nathan is holding out an empty hat with a box set up nearby, he can't resist:] And how will you do that? [he asks, the spade of his tail flicking.
it's been a long time since he's seen any magic; the old circus before munich had done it, and hey, maybe he is feeling a bit nostalgic (or homesick), but he has been working hard. things are stable right now, so what's the harm in taking a short break? after he scoops up the tiny triceratops that's determined to trip him up, the teleporter shuffles somewhat closer, iridescent eyes alight with enthusiasm.] I'd like to see, sir Nate the Great.
sorry for the wait!
[Nate grins to hear his old childhood magician's name getting "sir" attached. He'd seen this blue guy watching him before and then go dinosaur wrangling (a very important job, to be sure), so it's nice to see him again - and to have him play along.]
With some magic, of course! A little bit of this, and a little bit of that...
["This" and "that" being a lot of flourishing gestures and some movement around his box. The funny thing is, Nate actually has magic spells, but he doesn't use them on tricks: This is all good old fashioned sleight of hand, like he did during his magic phase as a kid, which came in handy when he ended up in a life of crime, which he's now using to pull his pet kulindadromeus, Riley, from behind the box and place it in the hat.]
And a magic word: Aperio!
[He thinks he's real clever using the Latin word for "I reveal" as he pulls Riley out of the hat by the scruff of its feathery neck.]
that's okay!!
for a minute or two, it works, and kurt takes that time to focus on the other boy's performance. pulling a fluffy dino from the hat earns a laugh on his end, the same hand he'd used before raising to sheepishly cup around his face.]
Bravo! [he crouches long enough to free his arms, watching her take off before straightening back up and moving closer so he can examine the hat.] Are you one of those magicians that doesn't revel his secrets?
Interesting word choice, by the way. Latin, wasn't it?
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[Inside the hat, Riley peers at this blue person, tilting its head in confusion. Nate, though, lights up at his reaction, and nods.]
Yeah, I'm not telling you how I did it. But Latin's the one thing I will reveal - I bet this wasn't what the nuns had in mind when they made us learn it.
[He nods towards the departed triceratops's trail.] Dunno if I can make that one reappear, though.
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then, he directs the gesture toward nate once more and barely tilts his head.] I figured you wouldn't, but that's okay. And now, I have to ask: nuns?
[turning to look after his own escaped dinosaur, the blue boy huffs then disappears rather suddenly with a bamf, nothing left but a haze of smoke. a couple seconds later, though, he reappears in the same manner, looking somewhat exasperated with his triceratops secured beneath one arm.] Problem solved.
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[About to try and evade the further inquiry about the nuns, Nate's jaw drops watching him vanish and return with the triceratops.]
Holy crap, that's way cooler than stage magic, or even para-magic. Is that part of the whole...?
[He gestures vaguely up and down, referring to the blue skin, the gold eyes, the tail, but trying not to offend.]
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once nate motions over him, kurt blinks, glances down at himself then grins, head nodding as he slowly twists this way and that.] Part of my mutation? Yes, it is.
[and he doesn't even seem offended by the word he used.]