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.] 
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rogue calls him over, yet as he approaches, kurt has to pause and think about how long it's been.] Well, I'd say maybe ... four to five hours? I haven't done any teleporting, though, so no extra energy has been expended for a while.
[and he feels confident that he's been accommodating his crazy fast metabolism, but if he eats too much, he isn't sure how well protein blocks will keep up.]
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I mean- if you really don't think you could eat, I'll take a rain check. I promise I'm a good cook. [She wants to thank him for his hard work, and for his advice.]
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his lips quirk with mirth, hands raising to tuck into his coat pockets.] I believe you! [which he wholeheartedly means.]
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Well that's a relief. What d'you want? I got some food from the last planets, so I can cook occasionally. I mean, it's not as fresh as it could be, but I'll make you something when I get back to the Institute, too.
[Like she wasn't planing on getting cured immediately still.]
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Anything in particular you recommend? And hey, maybe we'll have to make something together one of these days.
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You're getting potatoes au gratin, if that sounds good. Hearty, at the very least.
[The last time she cooked anything with something, it had been Erik. Well, she'd let him help with the rice. But it had been a pleasant enough experience, and she'd spent a lot of her life sharing a kitchen with someone and she missed it.]</small. Yeah- I'd really love to do that.
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kurt shifts closer, reaching an arm out to loop around her shoulders in a half-hug. like before, he lets his hand rest at rogue's arm, head tipped with curiosity.] We'll have to figure out something to make together.
How have you been, though?
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[Kurt is so comfortable with touching her, and she leans against him after a moment. God she missed human contact.] Next planet, let's keep our eyes peeled for something to cook.
I've been... [She looks away then back to Kurt] I spoke with Erik a little... I'm still not sure how I feel about it.
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[he hums with content after rogue leans against him, arm squeezing firmly around her and his head nodding.] An excellent idea. Do you have a preference for the type of dish? Sweet, salty, savory— that type of thing?
[his relaxed stance tightens somewhat, brow furrowing at the mention of a discussion with erik.] That's fine, [nightcrawler acknowledges.] Nobody should expect you to be okay with what happened in the future.
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I love anything spicy, I'll tell you that now. Comfort food, too- mac and cheese, fried chicken.
[She looks over at her friend and nods.] Thank you. That... That really means a lot. I know ya'll look up to him, and I'm workin' on it. He wrote me a real sweet letter, truth be told...
[She'd managed to save it from her room.]
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kurt returns the gesture, his expression softening once rogue mentions a letter. he huffs then shrugs, giving her a reassuring squeeze.]
We do, but ... you're one of us— an X-Man. What happened wasn't okay and we have to acknowledge that just because Magneto is our mentor, doesn't mean it's the same way for you.
Although, [he pauses, like he might second-guess himself before continuing,] if it's okay to ask, what did the letter say?
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[She glances down. She had no idea. Rogue shifts.] Wow. Thanks, Kurt. That's really... really thoughtful of ya'll. I appreciate it. I really do. Back at school, people didn't always get that.
[She thinks of Storm again.]
Thanks.
The letter basically said he'd make it so we didn't have to work together, and that he doesn't know what changed between our two timelines, but that it's not something he personally would do at this point in his life. He said he thought I was smart and capable. It was... It was a really nice letter, honestly.
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[to be fair, he isn't sure who else he's speaking for aside from himself, but he's doing it! and he has a good feeling that erik at least feels the same way.] Sounds like they weren't all that understanding.
[which is all he says on that matter.]
You're welcome, Rogue. I'm just glad I can help.
[yes, all of that sounds like stuff erik would say; it even makes kurt's lips quirk with a hint of mirth, though it fades just as quickly.] That's kind of him to make arrangements so you wouldn't have to work alongside him. [see? another nice gesture from younger magneto!]
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[She'd do the same for her mother when she was younger, but that tended to be licking the batter off a spoon and declaring it really good.]
They weren't.
[She doesn't need to say more, and he knows that. That unspoken knowledge sitting between the two of them, that deep seated understanding was there in such an uncanny way that it was impossible to ignore.]
It was. He worked with us before- he saved the jet from crashing and killing us all. [But that hadn't made Rogue feel any better about it- what Magneto did to her was so incredibly personal.] But it's a good letter all the same. I may not like him, but even I've gotta admit I have a lot of respect for him.
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[finishing cake or cookie batter was always his favorite part. aside from eating the actual finished product, that is.
he nods in understanding, teeth sinking down on the inside of his cheek, the remaining bit of resistance he has left at this point. kurt shouldn't ask, but boy, does he really want to!]
Did he? [a momentary pause.] Well, that's one redeeming feature. Not much, mind you, but it's something. [he shrugs, offers the slightest smile and gives rogue another squeeze before withdrawing and raising both hands to clap them together.] So! Anything I can help with?