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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)! )
takeitslow: ([Speak])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-23 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She does it well.]

Yes. Mutants. [He says it firmly.] It's what we are. Please don't tell me you have some issue with the word.

[He really doesn't want to start arguing again. Defending himself and people like him gets exhausting.]

There's some of us. Enough, you know? And we're all different, as far as I know. At least I've never meet anyone else with powers like me.
takeitslow: ([Goodtime])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-23 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Not being nice to me is totally on you.

[What? Did she mean his lack of age-related maturity? He'd probably try to blame it on her if he could.

He takes the coffee, drinking while still staring her down.]


Alright then. This isn't terrible.
takeitslow: ([Joke])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-23 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Is that something to hate someone for?

[Because that makes Peter a little worried about throwing any jokes her way.]

Nobody yet. But you just never know when you'll need to lighten someone's pockets, you know? [He shrugs, smiles. He doesn't think she'll be that shocked to hear he has sticky fingers.] And what do we do if it's locked?
dragonspride: (I am born of the shadow inside you)

[personal profile] dragonspride 2016-03-23 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Kain doesn't quite have that benefit, and he's avoiding using one prop he'd normally cheat with - he doesn't trust his fine control over the fire magic to make updrafts that won't include enough heat to potentially spark something off. He's still built for it, at least.]

[When Ade stops, he pulls a wingover to change direction, circling up to pull a kiting-hover like a bird of prey as soon as he can find a place where the wind currents are cooperating.]

I've never seen someone fly that way before.

[He's quietly cautious - he has no idea if this is something that'd be local, someone from the ship, or if either of those would even mean much.]
dualtone: (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅ)

[personal profile] dualtone 2016-03-23 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fushimi isn't sure he's had a conversation this stupid since... oh, wait, no, he talked to Misaki recently; scratch that. He clicks his tongue. Why is this happening to him, isn't he a good pers--

... well, anyway. ]


Every human from a world that operates similarly to yours. All of the things I've encountered here are alien.

[ He looks at Peter, carefully making sure his tone is bored instead of aggressive. ] Or would this be normal to you?
kickbancaboose: (pic#10013920)

[personal profile] kickbancaboose 2016-03-23 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ what a sweet cinnamon roll.

church honestly isn't used to interacting with people as friendly as ivan. the guy practically radiates sunshine from his ass, and weirder still, church finds that he actually doesn't mind all that much.

this place is fucking with his head.
]

Appreciate the thought, pal. [ even if his well wishes have him laughing, not unkindly but quietly, thoughtfully. he gives ivan another curious look. ]

What kind of universe are you from, anyway? There's gotta be more than genetic testing going on.
takeitslow: ([Goodtime])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-23 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, I am one. They better be around where I'm from.

[He grins at the familiar name, thumping the table in excitement.] I know him! He's not in a chair, but I've met him. Weird, strung out looking hippie. I didn't know he was some kind of Professor. I saw the school card but he said it wasn't open anymore.
takeitslow: ([Sass])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-23 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa. And you're just taking the fun out of this, aren't you? [He frowns at her, sticking his hands in his pockets. He supposes some people just don't get his humor and won't when they don't know him.] I'm joking. I'm not going to tell people to start them jumping through hoops.
dualtone: (ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ)

[personal profile] dualtone 2016-03-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Transporter technician. [ He's really waiting for the day he manages to fuck that up and split someone into particles that can never be recovered, or something. Is that even what that job covers? He has no idea; he has a handful of old scifi shows he watched as a kid to go off of. Most of them involved masked superheroes, so he's really not sure he trusts that knowledge. ]

I know programming, but not anything they'd use here and not about transporters. [ He codes apps for fun, okay, this is way out of his league. Sometimes he hacks, but he has governmental clearance to do that!! ]

... Sanitation sounds terrible.
realitywarped: unless otherwise stated (Neutral - Headtilt)

[personal profile] realitywarped 2016-03-23 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Everyone works on this ship. Even the people who'd prefer not." He shrugs, tries to shove his hands in pockets the uniform doesn't have, and thinks angry thoughts about the loss of his coat again. He switches the gesture last moment, clasping his hands behind his back. He really does need to calm down, stop being quite so chatty, but... it's a little hard, faced with his brother. "They haven't caught you in their contract already?"

Not that he thinks that terribly likely. More likely, he was caught still disorientated just like the rest of him. Still. Deflect, evade answering in too much detail, find out what he can.
takeitslow: ([Do])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-23 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Terrible? What a weird word for amazing."

He puts an arm around Billy shoulders, prodding him toward the door. "We start with not being around books. Then we figure out what kind of fun you're into. Video games, swimming, vandalism; we'll find something to bond over. Anything you've ever wanted to do that your Mom wouldn't allow?"
kickbancaboose: (► DUDE ONE THING THAT GUY SAID)

[personal profile] kickbancaboose 2016-03-23 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ sorry, nihlus. he only cares about personal space when his personal space is being invaded.

this is more along the lines of what church wanted to hear, either way. the juicy bits: humanity torn in a war with an alien species from another planet. very similar to what happened back in his own universe, though nihlus' first contact war sounds more like a case of miscommunication versus anything outright malicious.
]

Shit, I can imagine. There must be petty grudges and snide comments flying around all over the place. [ fear not for your personal space, nihlus, because church is once again leaning back. for now. ] How long ago was that for you?
beautifulspaceraptor: (contemplative)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-23 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"What happened to the killers? Are they locked away somewhere in the ship?" He would assume so, since execution doesn't seem to be the sort of thing a mixed crew like this would tolerate.

"And what happened to the bodies of the victims? Are the Captains planning to keep them around until we can transport them home somehow?"
kickbancaboose: (pic#7976314)

[personal profile] kickbancaboose 2016-03-23 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ save him from himself, aurelia-senpai. ]

Not . . . really? We had shit like this going on back at home, but I was too preoccupied with, uh, fighting a war. Against aliens.

[ actually, he didn't fight with any aliens, and he only ever saw one or two the entire time he was stationed in blood gulch. but it's not like aurelia knows that, and maybe fibbing the truth a little will make him sound more badass. and unkillable. ]

But the aliens were total assholes and deserved it, so. I don't know if I can say the same for whatever the fuck these things are.
fiercestwarrior: (sass)

[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2016-03-23 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Interesting. Some of our weapons have a component of energy to them as well, though not quite like what you describe. I should very much like to see that.

[ Yes, she is a nerd when it comes to weaponry, sue her. ]
fiercestwarrior: (smirky)

[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2016-03-23 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Sif nods in acknowledgment and gratitude, a small smile touching her lips even if she does not return the sentiment. She doesn't know Natasha, so it has yet to be determined whether or not she feels honored to be in her presence. All the same, she appreciates the compliment.

"How long have you been aboard this vessel?"
fiercestwarrior: (blue)

[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2016-03-23 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's had a lot of bad luck with magic-wielders in her time. Might as well be clear about that, she figures, and takes a sip from her own drink. ]

I find it hard to trust magic. It has often brought great misfortune upon both me and my realm.

fiercestwarrior: (smirky)

[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2016-03-23 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Sif's grin remained as she drew her sword, knowing full well that there were many ways to deal with a creature like this in a more strategic manner but she was going to go about it starting with brute force. Just to see what she was really up against here.
fiercestwarrior: (what is that in the distance?)

[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2016-03-23 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
"No?"

It seems rather odd to Sif to not wish to take credit to such feats of strength, and so her curiosity is wakened.

"Am I mistaken then in thinking that you are the man who turns into..."

What was that name again...

"The Hulk?"
whatdidisay: (pic#9526930)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-03-23 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
One that seems to be the future for most everyone here. ( and that's getting old, honestly. ) It's 3097 back home, galactic standard. Humanity has spread out among the galaxy, connected by wormholes. I don't think it's all that remarkable, but--

( everyone else sure does. ivan shrugs. is living space, on different planets, so far fetched that people can't quite believe it? even during the time of isolation, barrayarans knew that there was something else out there, even if they couldn't reach it. and when that had ended and they'd been refound by the rest of the universe, they adapted as quickly as one can when faced with an invasion by people who have nukes when you're still using swords. )

Yours?
tsunclonus: (:|)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2016-03-23 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. [Admittedly humans with powers might be less terribly fragile than usual. Outliers, however, are no better or worse than any other Cybertronian by merit of their abilities...]

You do not consider yourself human, then?
entrepreneurism: (vi.)

[personal profile] entrepreneurism 2016-03-23 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Everything went exactly..." Well, he can't truthfully say it went according to plan, and Han would never believe that anyway. But, within the realm of actual honesty, "Not as disastrously as it could have."

Stressing the most important aspect of things not going as disastrously as they could have, he elaborates, "We all got out fine. Thanks to you, actually, I'm not being digested by a sarlacc right now."
gentlemenpreferblondes: (He's your guy)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-03-23 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Hate is such a strong word, honey. But no, I just think he needs a little lesson about how to treat ladies.

[She laughs a little, but there's a small hint of bitterness in her tone. It's not like she cared about Emiri's stupid love test or believed in soulmates, but it's still never nice to get ditched like that.

The comment about stealing only makes her smile wider. It'd be pretty hypocritical of her to be that shocked about it, considering what they were doing here right now. ]


Hmm, I don't know. Maybe we could try to find him somewhere else? Like I said, he is the head chef.
tsunclonus: (?)

garbled knowledge is fun :')

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2016-03-23 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have travelled this way before?" Kain had implied as much earlier, but now Cyclonus was curious to learn more. How strange to be displaced not once, but twice.

That question gets a slightly baffled look, given that Cyclonus is on the taller end of average height for a Cybertronian from his universe. "Some are. Most aren't. Some are smaller."
notyoursupergirl: (It's like this...)

[personal profile] notyoursupergirl 2016-03-23 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh, right... Kara settles with her feet on the ground, looking a little sheepish. "Sorry, I'm not used to people who aren't... Used to that." But more importantly, "What jumped you?"