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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-03-01 02:40 pm

( march intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: March 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Ceta
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Ceta
Warnings: Potential sci-fi creature death. Please label your content!

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by the inquest
"Arguments on their nature are refuted by those who return to shore, wide-eyed with tales of their savagery."

All Moirans are woken to the sounds of the ship coming to a rather grating halt some time in the early morning cycle. It’s no faster or slower than any other stop, but it is unexpected as the captains didn’t mention an upcoming disembarkment. Shortly after, a message is sent to every MID:
Navigation has informed us that we’re approaching bad traveling conditions: an overactive star. Instead of stopping on Liant El, we’ll be docking here on Ceta. Please exercise caution while gathering supplies and during excursions. Follow their safety guidelines. If the chance allows, we’ll also be signing new crew on the planet. Please greet them first and show them to the ship. Thank you.
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.

For those few who come through Ceta's Ingress, there will be crew of the Moira there to greet you. They tell you of the Ingress, how it is broken, even on this planet, and that the ship is headed back to the origin of this technology. This planet’s Ingress is set precariously atop a floating rock formation, the only way from one area to the next is on small air-propelled boats. Crew members will guide everyone back to the Moira and take them to the Medbay; contracts will be signed posthaste.

WELCOME TO CETA





At first glance, Ceta seems mostly inhabitable, and that's because it is. The atmosphere around the planet is surprisingly thick in most places, sometimes thin in others, and without some way to filter the air, it is mostly unbreathable; it's a giant gas planet, its core made of various molten metals and the atmosphere a mix of oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrous. Ceta's gravity is also uneven, meaning that some areas will have stronger focal points than others. The terrain, when it is visible, appears rather rocky—hardly the best conditions for life and stable living. What's more unusual, however, is that despite this fact, there is, indeed, a small populace "living" among the mist and clouds, but it's clear they do not live here year-round. It's hunting season, and they are there for the bounty.

These visitors have built small platforms that are hooked together by ropes and swinging bridges, which they call "temporaries". Unstable buildings are rare, dangerous, and spread out over these temporaries to prevent damage or accidents. The temporaries float along, swaying and shifting with the planet’s atmosphere, and posted at every point of entry and all open surfaces are a particular set of rules that everyone must abide by. They are written in dark ink and large block letters so that all passing by will stop and read them:
NO FIRE. Flammables, ignition sources, matches, lighters, and anything that creates a spark is prohibited. The atmosphere has higher levels of hydrogen, and the smallest spark will create a problem.
AIR BREATHABILITY. Monitor your vitals. Wear masks or re-breathers if needed.
WATCH THE EDGE. All walkways are the only thing from you and falling. Be cautious and watch your step.
These signs should be given their due attention. The edge is just that: the end of where it is safe to walk. If a wooden plank gives way beneath your feet, you will plummet through hundred of miles of atmosphere before hitting the planet’s thin surface. The captains reiterate that crew should be careful and stick to the main temporaries, gather supplies, visit at their leisure, and then go back to the ship.

IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE!
The organisms that have evolved on this planet are unintelligent—a fact that is told to you by the other visitors. As there is no solid materials or ways for them to interact with their environments, these giants float along within the atmosphere, though it appears that they are flying when they are merely navigating through. They travel in groups of three or more and sometimes come close to the outskirts of the temporaries. Because there is an invisible filtration dome around the temporaries, this allows the creatures to pass through without harm and return again into the mist as they please. They are difficult to see at night and are rather skittish in the presence of sudden light.







@ THE MUSEUM
Every evening when work is done, artificial light sources illuminate the streets of the temporaries. There is one bar, if you can actually call it that, but the main attraction is a museum. The support structure appears to be made out of the skeletal system of the giants that "swim" and live on Ceta, and though the outside seems rather unassuming, the inside is not for the faint of heart. As it's considered informative, there are displays of the internal structures and functions of the very creatures that seem harmless and as unintelligent as the visitors claim. There are sections of the museum dedicated to their anatomy and what makes them so valuable: inside their air sacs, which is what gives the illusion to flying through the atmosphere, is a mineral that, when harvested, attunes and sharpens the senses so that brain capacity and function excel over one-hundred percent efficiency. Likewise, aside from these informative areas, there is also a history of how and when the visitors began to hunt them for this valuable, unnamed resource.

HARVEST SEASON
Are you looking for work? Or perhaps you're bored with your duties aboard the Moira and prefer to see just what it is these visitors do during the day? Hunters will often pay for menial labor to help with the killing and retrieval of the giants of Ceta. It is by day, not by hour, and once aboard one of the many ships, you will be put to work handling equipment or being on the lookout for "signs" of the creatures. Once they've been spotted, the real work isn't in capturing them or even trying to subdue them—though they give a good fight. It's in the harvest, done below deck once they have been safely brought into the ship's cargo areas by the tethers, that can get quite gruesome. As a defense mechanism, cutting into the skin creates a rather noxious emission that can cause disorientation, hallucinations, or unconsciousness. Worst case scenarios can often result in death.

WORD LIMITS
As things are beginning to wind up (or down), something seems to have gotten into the MID systems and caused a malfunction. On the morning of 03.13, it suddenly becomes clear that communicating with others who are not from the same universe or similar timelines seems very difficult. Understanding each other becomes rather hopeless as the day continues, and these repercussions can be felt across the entire ship. The Captains send out another MID message that appears as a jumble of unusual letters and symbols. However, there is one word that can be read by everyone and (hopefully) understood: RATCHET. Figuring out this problem shouldn't take long if everyone can leap the language barriers and work together.


( ooc; All New Arrivals: you have the choice of coming through the Moira's Ingress OR Ceta's Ingress. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
straightouttacarbonite: (037)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-09 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Depends what you're carrying."

The roguish grin probably doesn't help his already shaky I am an upstanding citizen act.

"Han Solo. Don't worry, next time will go a little smoother."
whynotgoonmyown: (48)

[personal profile] whynotgoonmyown 2016-03-09 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tyler did nothing but watch with a bit of a grin on his face, waiting for the penny that was Flynn's lack of shoes to drop. Well, he is postponing the talk of contracts for now, anyway, and just decides to help Flynn.]

Yeah, the Ingress does that. Not everything with you comes. I lost my keys when I got here. Anyway, shoes. Tell me your size, wait here, and I'll get you some.
beautifulspaceraptor: (contemplative)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-09 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
My species originates from Palaven. Milky Way galaxy, sitting right along the Apien Crest. There's presently about seventeen official colonies spread out all over the place as well.

I don't remember the human name for that star cluster though...

[He taps his mandibles against his chin for a moment before giving up on trying to remember and taking a drink. Not like anyone could actually go there right now anyways.]

As for where I'm from from, well. Let's just say it's written on my face and it's kind of complicated.
beautifulspaceraptor: (oh yeah?)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-09 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm, well, I'll see if my current one works out first."

Nihlus quietly wonders if it was worth it to switch to just cleaning. It'd be significantly more interesting than security- but there was the possible future perk of increased security clearance to look into. If he has to endure some time standing and staring at things for that, he could probably deal with it.

"That sounds hilariously scrapped together," he remarks. "Although I suppose in a haphazard setup like this, they wouldn't have much choice."

A lot of the crew members were not experienced ship staff and they certainly weren't here voluntarily for the most part. Which means any attempt to instate their rank privileges wouldn't be viewed very favorably.
knaval: (for me)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-03-09 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to try, I'm just saying. Some of the corridors are a bit on the small side."

Truly, his life is so hard.

"At least the captains were nice enough to give us double rooms. Even if me and Tailgate, uh... never mind."
whynotgoonmyown: (15)

[personal profile] whynotgoonmyown 2016-03-09 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[He just... Finally shrugs and raises his hands in surrender.] Alright, if you say so. Just try not to pass out on a hallway somewhere.
allyisun: (puff)

[personal profile] allyisun 2016-03-09 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Allison nods slowly, presumably in agreement, though she thinks the groom's already pretty cute a colorful. She's still a little shell-shocked by the whole 'talking unicorn in her room' thing.

Which she proves when she opens her mouth and cleverly says, "You're a unicorn."
straightouttacarbonite: (014)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-09 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't taking anything there wasn't a lot of," he points out. Though that also isn't much of a defense. Frankly, he just doesn't like the idea of having to rely on people he doesn't know, particularly in an emergency. Not everyone aboard this ship is friendly. That much he'd have assumed anyway, but it's already pretty clear to Han that they'll have to keep their eyes open.

"I don't know. Anything that'll keep, anything useful." Bandages are easy enough to identify, but he hasn't seen bacta patches, nothing is familiar. The constant pitfalls of life in an unfamiliar galaxy.
warandpeace: (Noвody тold мe тнere'd вe dαyѕ lιĸe тнeѕ)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-03-09 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've heard that's happened before, too. Not clear on the details, though. You'd have to talk to someone here earlier than me. And on the last planet, we were framed for a murder. Scapegoats.

"Basically more politics in space than I care to deal with." He said with that tired exasperation of a man who was thoroughly sick of even the Earth sort.

"Last time we were in the place for over a month." Which left plenty of time for activism. Or research.
beautifulspaceraptor: (contemplative)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-09 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you for your help," Nihlus intones, gratefulness lining his subvocals. "When would be a good time?" As much as he wanted to get the issue of clothing sorted out quickly, he could still live with his thermals until it wouldn't inconvenience his roommate. Military thermals were meant for long-time wear at any rate.

He listens to Eric's description of Paganism with interest. So, humans and witches were different? That seems to be what was being implied at any rate, and just because something looked like a human, it didn't necessarily mean they were.

"I grew up in a religiously mixed society," which is the polite way of describing the sometimes volatile religious situation of a merc colony. "And the dominant religion on my planet tended towards... vague spirit stuff as far as I can figure out. I've been around a lot of different religions, but gods and goddesses are still kind of new to me."
notyoursupergirl: (Attitude City)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-09 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not messing with you, I'm an alien!

[ She can't believe she's ready to argue about this. Really she should just let it go, like she doesn't know how people here feel about aliens. Most people back home loved Clark, but it also took a pretty solid shove in the wrong direction to turn that into fear and hate. Superheroing was funny that way. ]

Look, I don't even know what a Devil Fruit is. Why is floating island normal, but this is weird?
stompadour: (?)

[personal profile] stompadour 2016-03-09 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[She frowns. What Is This Kid's Deal]

Yes. [She sounds slightly defensive, bringing the hand she's holding the cat in closer to herself.] Why, what else would it be?
beautifulspaceraptor: (heh!)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-09 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The words reflect off of Nihlus' visor for a long, silent moment. Then his shoulders shake and a the Turian utters something that sounded suspiciously like a quiet little laugh.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

He probably shouldn't give the weirdo any kind of ammunition to come after him, but Nihlus was feeling kind of mischievous. There was something about spending time with stoic asshole sorts that just brought out the ridiculously aggravating side of this Spectre agent.

"I'm Nihlus. You know, in case didn't come up in any of that probing."

And he knows it didn't.
whoami: (Be careful of the curse)

Museum

[personal profile] whoami 2016-03-09 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sam was about as interested in watching whale hunting as he was having a powerdrill dig into his eye socket. Even flying whales. No, scratch that, especially flying whales. He intended to do whatever he could to confound this "hunt", but first he would need to figure out how that part would work.

With the black uniform covering his Gridsuit, Sam still had the single strap over a shoulder, and a miniature rebreather around his neck like a necklace. He had thought no one was in here, but as soon as he noticed someone else, Sam turned on his heel and made to leave. That's twice someone else has been here and this time Sam was even less keen on being noticed than before.

...maybe there's a way to jam the hunters' signals remotely. ]
knaval: (to decide)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-03-09 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'll have to talk to Megatron or Magnus. They're dealing with the rations. Not that there's been much of a problem with sharing it out, but you know. Someone's gotta document it. Probably."

Riptide shrugs.

"I think that's all the important stuff."
imanapexpredator: (52)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-03-09 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, I just got here, so...

[So yes, he's part of the crew, though it feelings strange for him to say. This is all happening kind of fast.]

You don't have to worry?

[He can't tell if he was being serious or just saying he was okay with what they're doing with the giant whales, but Andrew actually doesn't care himself. Circle of life, and all that.]

Oh. Uh, I'm Andrew.

[Awkward late in the conversation introduction.]
imanapexpredator: (52)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-03-09 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Your funeral.

[Maybe he's one of those really insecure guys who walk around with shades to look cool? If that's the case maybe he shouldn't judge, being a painfully insecure individual himself.]

I'll let you know if I see any, I guess.

[He doubts he'll come across any. He just said that to avoid an awkward pause.]
knaval: (*each little slug here)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-03-09 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I can honestly say that hitting things at terminal velocity kinda sucks. Mostly the ground." he says, nodding.

"So, uh. Anyway. I feel like I should say something super wise here. That's what Thunderclash does after saving people. Uh. Don't-- don't yell at crowds or they will yell at you."

Nailed it.
commontype: (35)

[personal profile] commontype 2016-03-09 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eggsy just sits there, brows raised and eyes wide.]

The fuck?

[Yeah, that is not what he was picturing when he heard of the skulls. He also didn't know that was what happened to Kaz, why he had the prosthetic limbs that he did. He doesn't have as much experience with fighting and wars and all of that, but he does know what it's like to lose a limb. It helps him understand what that might be like, after.]

It explains them, yeah, I guess. Ain't heard of nothin' like that before, but I'm glad you made it out of that, Kaz. Glad you're here botherin' us now.

[He knows it's not that simple, being here, but he means it.]
notyoursupergirl: (Probably doing something terrible)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-09 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
She tucks her hands behind her back, grinning a little shamelessly. She wants to tease a little more, but she'll let go if he reaches for it. Humans are breakable and speedsters aren't... more breakable, but sometimes it feels like it.

"Oh yeah?" she says, tipping her head up at him, "A little early for tragic backstory swapping, don't you think. Usually you're supposed to swap codenames first, right."
soldiergenes: (is just too confused to see)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-03-09 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Flinging himself off of these temporary bridges would definitely be an overreaction, although it would earn the dubious honor of surprising even someone as experienced as Snake.

He'd felt similarly when he'd first arrived. He'd been about ready to fight off the doctors who wanted to run their tests on him, but being in the middle of a situation with so many unknown variables had forced him to hold back.

Hopefully he could talk this guy down. Now wasn't the time to make a scene. ]


Not even close. I was brought in the same as you, but I've been on the crew for a few months.

[ He motions out to the vast expanse around them, then shrugs his shoulders. ] If you're thinking of running, there's not really anywhere to go.
notyoursupergirl: (Probably doing something terrible)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-09 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Reconnaissance.

[ That's said with a worldly knowing smile that only a teenager who's making everything up can carry off. ]
notyoursupergirl: (Stop talking crap about my headband)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-09 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have no idea what any of those things are," she admits, catching it and lifting up the glass to look at it. Then she shrugs and knocks back half of it. Whatever, it's not like anything on this boat can do anything to her unless it's made of like Kryptonite. Or, well, magic.

The maple mead goes down smooth and sweet. Kara sets the glass down to say something and then the burn hits.

"Holy fragging shit!" She makes a face, shaking her head like a cat with a sneeze caught in it's nose. "Ugh, it feels like heat vision in my mouth, what the hell."
notyoursupergirl: (Probably doing something terrible)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-09 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ugh, I am over this exciting vast frontier of space exploration."

She makes a face, but the cheering does boost her ego a bit. She tips her head and gives him a sly little smile. "I thought I'd give it a try, but I don't want to wipe the floor with anybody. That'd be rue."

Thank you, invulnerability.
knaval: (receding)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-03-09 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Riptide.

[he holds his hand out, mostly out of habit. looks down at it. awkwardly lets it drop down.]

Good to hear! Okay, so the MO right now is supplies. Could you use that neat telekinesis to move some heavy stuff around? I mean, you got my aft up. Maybe some crates back to the ship? This could be pretty cool. We could carry a literal ton of stuff back.