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
Navigation
[Sorry, Lena. He didn't mean to jump. He didn't mean to yelp like that. In a way that was completely and utterly unbecoming of a leader of freedom fighters who drive giant robots into danger every day.]
[Of course, when you're walking through a darkened corridor, the last thing you expect is a voice from the floor.]
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Sorry.
[ As Lena emerges from the hole, the light of her Accelerator casts a faint blue light around the room. ]
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[Okay. Okay, it's just Lena. He can breathe. And try to slow down his heartrate, a little. He blows out a slow breath, reaching down to help her stand.]
Sorry -- I ... really wasn't expecting anyone to pop out of the ground.
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I've had to be creative gettin' around.
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[He grins faintly as he says it, before looking around as well.]
Have you found anything yet?
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Bein' small has its perks sometimes.
[ She shakes her head. ]
Mostly found places not to go. Wishin' we had a few spare space suits 'round here.
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[She crawls through the vents like some kind of tech gremlin.]
Do you need one? My helmet's available, if you want to use it.
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Nah, I'll make do. Just gotta be careful, same as everyone else.
[ She perks up slightly. ]
Who's Pidge?
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[He really will, too. Gotta take care of your friends.]
One of my teammates. She stayed behind to help with repairs.
[And she hadn't liked it.]
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[ Though there's no guarantee that she won't pass it off to someone else. Someone who might need it more. ]
Must be a bright one, your Pidge.
[ She couldn't make heads or tails of the situation and would just have gotten underfoot. ]
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She's... probably the smartest person I've ever met. We wouldn't have gotten far without her.
[And he means it. Completely sincerely.]
Hate to leave her behind, but... if anyone can piece together a temporary working system, it's her and Hunk.
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It's always hard to leave someone behind.
[ And it's hard to be left behind, though she imagines they both know that feeling too. Still, this is a much better topic of conversation than the growing realization that they're very possibly in over their heads on this expedition. ]
You've traveled all over and she's the smartest you've ever met? She must be one impressive person.
[ All this talk makes her miss Winston a little. ]
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[He says it quietly. It's hard for a lot of reasons. Like their already missing teammates.]
Hey, she hacked into a military space school and just about any piece of alien tech she's ever held. I don't think there's a system in existence she couldn't make work for her.
[Time to talk up Pidge? Absolutely. He's damn proud of her.]
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[ Although she's still looking around the room for anything useful or any good hints, Lena is most interested in keeping up some friendly chatting. It helps her relax and focus. ]
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[It's hard to remember, but -- it wouldn't surprise him in the least if that happened.]