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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)! )
cookshisgoose: (pic#10137468)

[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-04-02 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose anything is possible. [maybe she just isn't aware, but she works for the SSR. She would have thought she would be aware of something to that extreme.]

We did have a super soldier, but he wasn't a mutant. Not in the sense that you speak of, anyway.

[personal profile] meyneth 2016-04-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Whoa. Those sure are some table manners. Or rather, those sure aren't any table manners, none at all. Maybe she was just hungry, but at the same time, the kid seems to be from a... difficult sort of place.]

Why're you called runners? Do you actually run places?

[Sitting back a bit, she crosses her legs, as if she were chatting with an adult over wine.] If the city's so bad... well, wouldn't everyone leave? Or are they stuck?
cookshisgoose: (pic#10137463)

[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-04-02 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Why on Earth would everyone think that? [She feints surprise, but whether it will be believable to him is another story. Whether he'll give her the specifics she doesn't have is another story, but he didn't seem to be hiding the fact that he did something bad.]

Yes, that seems appropriate as well. [bloody weird seems to about cover it.]

I've been in the city, myself. [There's a slight pause, before she dares to ask the question she's wondering.] What year was it, for you?
cookshisgoose: (pic#10053297)

[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-04-02 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"So far, it seems so." She's met quite a few helpful people, besides the one she already knew. And most didn't seem deterred by the time period she came from.

"Perhaps. At the very least, I'm a quick leaner. And I've met people willing to help me get acclimated." Steve. She means Steve. And he had personal experience, getting pulled through time, so she was sure he would help her understand things in a way that made sense to her.
imaginary_wife: (25 - M3oYmel)

[personal profile] imaginary_wife 2016-04-02 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it's not so much her that I'm considering being what you would love here.

It's finding a place with new friends.

Which sounds like a load of sentimental shtok so take it for what you will, but it's not often the universe hands you more than one tolerable person at a time. Likable ones? Even rarer.
cookshisgoose: (pic#10137463)

[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-04-02 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
We just finished the second Great War of my time. Humans fighting other humans for power seems to be an ongoing issue for us. I can only hope this will be the last.

[She likes to think this will be the war to end all wars, but that's been said before. At the very least, she hopes that by 2157, humans have better things to do besides killing each other off.]
heliakal: (~(*◕‿◕*))

[personal profile] heliakal 2016-04-02 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"It is," he agrees. He doesn't think that makes it easy, but Sif seems to have shouldered her share of grief. He doesn't want to linger on anything she's long past, so inside he inclines his head toward the path ahead of them.

"So let's keep going. Together."
heliakal: ((◡︿◡✿))

[personal profile] heliakal 2016-04-02 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't hesitate. ] A few months.

[ It's only fair to meet Conner's truth with his own. Only a fraction of his own life has been spent fighting, really, but it feels like all of the time before it is sometimes the only thing that keeps him whole and sane. He can't imagine fighting for years without that foundation, without his mother and Lois and the people he holds close to rely on.

But five years is Conner's whole life, and like it or not, he has a point. And this is, after all, what a family does. They look out for each other.

Clark takes his hand. ]


Alright. Together, then.
coolskeletonnyehntyfive: ([papyrus] 52)

[personal profile] coolskeletonnyehntyfive 2016-04-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
This is an interesting quiz, human! I would say all of them! After all, if something was alive and has that taken from them, isn't that always terrible?

[Of course it is! Violences are never good things to do.]
smoothaf: (pic#9862316)

[personal profile] smoothaf 2016-04-02 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He can tell continuing isn't going to end happily.]

If the lady insists.

[He stands up, but before he leaves, he bows and takes her hand to kiss before smiling roguishly at her and walking away.]
takeitslow: ([Chatter])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-04-02 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think you understand how friends work.
getweird: (54)

[personal profile] getweird 2016-04-02 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh.

[Scott sighs, sitting back in his seat with a frown on his face. They could communicate just fine through the MIDs but now that they're face to face, he has no idea what she's saying. The language is familiar, in a vague sense, but Scott can't translate it.]

I don't know what you just said. Can you speak English or Spanish?

[Those were the two he was most fluent in.]
wedealwithit: (117)

[personal profile] wedealwithit 2016-04-02 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[He shrugs a shoulder, clearing his throat and wetting his lips, a hand smoothing back his hair.]

It is a poem, but I didn't write it. I do like to write, though I can't say this one is mine. I don't remember the author's name, it was on a blog I read once.
imanapexpredator: (what if life didn't suck)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-04-02 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Andrew still recoils from the contact but it looks likes uncomfortable and annoyed and more just...awkward. He's still smiling a little at least.]

Um, I'm Andrew, by the way.
imanapexpredator: (why cant i disappear?)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-04-02 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
No I...I don't know?

[Maybe he's not in the frame of mind to be making any decisions. He has calmed down enough to at least acknowledge that much. He sighs and shakes his head.]

Never mind just...let's just go, I guess.
imanapexpredator: (26)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-04-02 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Stop that.

[He doesn't like this. He doesn't like the idea that someone can just do that - that they can and will. Did. Just like that the anxiety comes back to eat away at him and as much as he tries not to let it show it's struggling to overpower his anger at the moment.]

...Asshole.

[He made him feel weak.]
gentlemenpreferblondes: (He's your guy)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-04-02 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[The knocked display works as a perfect distraction and the few other people turns to look at its direction, wondering what happened, some people wondering out where did the sudden wind go. J herself, keeps her attention at the bone structure. She squints her eyes while trying to follow the whatever's happening in the room. Obviously failing at it.

It'd be lying to say that it didn't look curious and kind of amazing to see the smaller bones just disappear in the thin air just like that.]


Oh. [She spins around, making an u-turn to face him again with a satisfied smile.]

Just barely, I'd say. You got everything?
notglitching: (red - reflections and traces)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-04-02 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
As Chara's steps echo against the cockpit's ladder, they'll hear the same low whine of the ramp door as it closes. By the time they stick their head up through the shaft, Rinzler's seated and reaching for the controls. He does pause, glancing back to see what they're after, but the query that follows only draws an unimpressed skip of sound.

The user did know that stopping to reply would only slow things down? Rinzler opts for a simpler answer. The helmet turns back to the console, an orange-lit hand pressing briefly on the access lock. A few seconds later, the console flickers to life with a low hum, and after a few manipulations, Chara will feel the vibration of the engines rising through the deck.

Consider things prepared.
hyperkinesia: (You're in the clear.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-04-02 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't question it when she reaches out, though on instinct there's still a second of pause there, a moment when he just tenses up at the touch, shoulders drawing closer together as he looks up at her like he's just realized she's there. His stance eases just so, but it doesn't relax fully— it never really does, after all. That has nothing to do with Natasha, and everything to do with how he carries himself at all times.

"Right."

She's smart and she knows him, he was counting on her to fill the gaps and not need him to spell it out for her. It's a relief, actually. He's narrated this story a number of times to various different people by now, that he's glad he doesn't have to again. Glad he doesn't have to relive through the memories he has of it.

"Well, that's— that's it. Nothing to worry about. Then there's that monster you mentioned, but hopefully it won't be getting out of there anytime soon." It already marked him once, he could do without finding out what happens if it touches him a second time.
hyperkinesia: (And he tells you everything?)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-04-02 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't mention it," he smiles, shaking his head a little. "Teach me all about that human essence you worked with and we'll call it even." He really is looking forward to that, and not even from a practical point of view— even if he should. Most of it is just genuine scientific curiosity.

"You should. It can help you in a lot more ways than just oxygen, if only you learn to use it. There's the added advantage you don't have to actually carry it around, so there's literally no downside to having it with you at all times."
hyperkinesia: (Is this a submarine?)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-04-02 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He sure feels like a coward a lot of times. But that's neither here nor there, and it's completely irrelevant to the purposes of this conversation.

"You're not the only one."

To Bruce it's particularly complicated when he understands all too well the immense risks involved with the Hulk going on a rampage across the ship, especially when anyone trying to stop him would likely only end in an even worse outcome.

"You can ask for a job change, you know," he offers. "What job did they give you?"
forcefulgift: (v.)

[personal profile] forcefulgift 2016-04-02 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ade can't help it, there's a cocky smirk on his face and murder in his eyes, a hollowed out expression that makes him look dangerous.]

Asshole? That's all you've got to say mate? [He snorts derisively.] Fuck guess I did have you right then from the get go... [His voice lowers.] Weak.
forcefulgift: (xlv.)

[personal profile] forcefulgift 2016-04-02 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[He just laughs, quite loudly. There's something of an edge to it though as he takes another drink- its clear he's been doing that a lot today.] What? No-one told you? You don't know you're rooming with the bloody murderer? [He looks borderline amazed, after all, everyone knew.]

[He waves a hand, ignoring the discussion of chosen vocabulary in favour of the discussion of wheres and whens.] Twenty-fifteen, last time I checked.
forcefulgift: (xxvii.)

[personal profile] forcefulgift 2016-04-02 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like that, yeah. Don't exactly make it a habit to spit on blokes. [And he takes another sip of the coffee, the cigarette long forgotten in his ashtray. It was clear he was getting a little scatterbrained from the lack of sleep.]
imanapexpredator: (41)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-04-02 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[The smirk, his tone, it's enough that Andrew turns red with anger, his blood simmering to a boil as that word escapes Ade's lips.

Weak.

Weak.

His tone is barely controlled and his voice shaky as he so obviously tries with every fiber of his being not to lose his shit.]


I'm not weak. I...I could crush you.