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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)! )
visionarie: (Intrigued)

[personal profile] visionarie 2016-03-02 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
☄ i. Ceta: Skywhales

[A bright cape sways in the wind as Vision follows the majestic creatures swimming along the mist.]

..... They think you incapable of interacting with this world without ever considering that perhaps you choose not to.


☄ ii. Moira - Nomo Deck

[Vision can be found walking through the deck, looking up at the numbered doors in search of his assigned quarters when he runs into someone unexpected.]

Excuse me.


☄ iii. Moira - Aft Deck

[Vision can be found not on the railing but hovering mid-air with his hand pressed against the cool pane separating him from the world beyond.]


☄ iv. Wildcard

[OTA. Reply and be answered.]
Edited 2016-03-02 03:19 (UTC)
pickingup: (Light beams through)

Natasha Romanoff | open

[personal profile] pickingup 2016-03-02 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Moira - Observation Deck - Open ]

Natasha is comfortable fitting in when it serves her and it's easy enough to slip into the uniform that's been given to her. Her boots and cell are gone, but she's still got her guns. One is stashed safely and the other is carefully concealed under her uniform.

She moves with purpose, even when she has no idea where she is. It's not that she wants to lie about how long she's been here so much as she doesn't want to be stopped from entering anywhere and she's found that if she walks with purpose, she's always less likely to be stopped.

The first place she really stops is the observation deck. It's amazing to see this much of space and this oddly haunting proof that she's in it. She's dealt with a lot of twists and turns in her life and she's not exactly thrown by the idea of major change or upheaval, but she is thrown by what the change is just a little.

The view is spectacular, but she can't shake the feeling that she's being watched. After a moment of resisting the urge to turn quickly and catch the offending eyes, she turns slowly as if she might be ready to go.

"Hello?"

[ Ceta - Open ]

Natasha jumps on the opportunity to explore as soon as she can. She can see the dangers in the walkways and the fantastical way that the platforms float above the surface, but it's hardly the most danger she's faced and she walks around with ease. A lack of care hasn't gotten her to where she is and she watches her step, but there's no need to be anxious about it.

Mostly, she takes in the sights, pausing whenever she catches sight of the creatures and eventually making her way to the museum. The image of these creatures floating through the sky takes her back to New York and the very similar movements of some of those particular creatures and she wonders if there's some sort of relation.

The longer she walks around Ceta, the more she finds herself stopping to just watch the sky. Sometimes she's looking for things that aren't even there.

Once at the museum, she views the displays with a pinched expression. There's something so odd about this, but she finds herself fascinated by what is clearly a natural and easily-abused drug.

[ Closed for Steve Rogers ]

Shortly after she gets herself mentally situated, the first thing she does is start looking through the MID that she's been given. There are a host of familiar names in the directory and for a moment, she wonders if they haven't transferred her contacts from her missing phone or something. The only problem is that half these people don't have their real names in her phone.

Thanks to the alphabet, the first name she scrolls over is Bruce's and she spends a moment just staring at it. It only takes that moment before she's looking for the handful of names that evoke less conflicted feelings in her.

Steve Rogers. That'll do. If it's him, she'll know because no one can fake that level of earnestness. If it's not him, she's going to figure out what a girl does when a shady alien impersonates a person she sort of trusts. He probably won't enjoy it.

She fires off a suitably harmless-looking text. She'll come up as Natalie Rushman, but even if he doesn't know the alias, he'll know that it's her.

I'm looking for a fossil. Know where I can find one?
devilofohara: (interested)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-02 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[The hand accepts his grasp and shakes... surprisingly normally - moving on an axis of where it's attached to the palm of the previous hand, rather than all of the linked arms moving at once.

He's right to react as if it's a weird thing, though. It's very weird. Robin is just sort of jaded to her powers and peoples' reactions to them. Besides that - if she's going to be sharing a room with a full-grown man, she's going to let him know she has powers. If only so he knows not to mess with her.

Robin's the slightest bit more confident after watching Han jump and hit his head. She doesn't smile or anything, but she seems less flustered.
]

Is there anyone else in this room? There's another bed.
imanapexpredator: (oh)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-03-02 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[The words being spoken to him almost don't register. He's a teenage boy, after all, and he's on another planet. But once he realizes he's being spoken too he looks down-

-oh.

His mouth opens to speak but words don't come out right away.]


Uuuuuh... [That's definitely a very alien looking creature. He floats lower until he's only a foot off the ground, still keeping up that awkward stare.] Er, yeah. I guess so?
devilofohara: (no its cool i didn't want friends anyway)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-02 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Definitely not, Nihlus, don't you worry. This girl has spent a fair amount of the last few months with various pirates - she already knows all the swear words.

Fortunately, though, she isn't really the type to use them very often.
]

Really?

[She cocks her head, disappointed.]

People shouldn't stretch the truth in cases like these. This is a museum, then whole point is to teach people real facts about science and history.
whatawaste: (Uncertain)

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-03-02 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Maya has no interest in museums. No interest in anatomic depictions. No interest in the kriffing planet, truth be told. Which makes it all the more surprising when she finds herself leaving the Moira.

It's a little like sleepwalking, actually. Some instinct is driving her to move, but she's barely aware of it, instead thinking of how much she desperately needs a smoke and how ridiculous it is to put in port at a planet like this.

But once she arrives in the museum, some of her haze starts to clear up. Especially when she feels...

It.

Maya doesn't have a word to describe it, really. It's just the overwhelming sense of power she feels, like waves of heat rising off a stone surface when she's near Yuri. But not exactly. There are subtle differences, ones she can barely express in thought, let alone words. But after a bit of aimless wandering, she pinpoints its source: A somewhat pouty-looking guy with slightly ridiculous hair.

Her lips part slightly and she watches him, a line forming between her eyes.]
kidjoy: Live version of the girl, looking to the side and talking ([Explain])

Moira; Aft?

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-03-02 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't like it here, not at all, even less so when someone had come to collect her and force her back on the ship after she'd spent so long avoiding it. Even if they've forced her inside the thing, they can't tell her where to go. Which is why she'd took off instead of finding her assigned room. She wanted to find someplace to hide, maybe another way off the ship, but here she's found a sky like nights back in the desert.

She's so in awe of the open expanse she almost forgets to be upset and walks slowly by the other child in the room.]


Can't even tell which one's ol' North.
ersatzeverything: (wha?)

[personal profile] ersatzeverything 2016-03-02 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Moira's Ingress]

[Deacon is picking his way through the ruins of an old supermarket, checking it for useful supplies. Skeletons lie on the floor between the aisles, people killed where they stood when the nuclear bombs fell two hundred years ago. Deacon nudges a ribcage out of the way with his foot and reaches for a box of Fancy Lads snack cakes, when he feels a sudden push at his back and his vision fades. He wonders if he's been shot in the back by a laser blast, the heat of it warming his back. Maybe he's dying. Funny, he thought it'd hurt a lot more.

Then his vision returns.]


Okay...yeah...this is new.

[His sunglasses are missing.]

Hey, anyone see a pair of shades?

[Nomo Deck #004]

Hey roomies! I can already tell we're going to get along so well. We can stay up all night, braid each other's hair [says the man with a shaved head under his pompadour wig], give each other mani pedis, talk about cute boys or girls, it'll be awesome!

[He's not going to reveal that he's actually horrified at the idea of sleeping in a room with a bunch of strangers, any one of whom might slit his throat during the night. Maybe he can just...avoid sleeping? Yeah, probably wouldn't work in the long run.]

[Ceta: The Museum]

[Deacon reads one of the information displays, hands on his hips.]

I wonder who first went "Hey, this came out of a whale air-sac, I'm gonna eat it and see what happens."

Even on the other side of the universe, people will try anything to get high.
jedimindtrick: robins @ ij (☆ 4)

The Museum

[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-03-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ As is the tradition, they stand in somewhat minor opposition, though hardly with each other. Where Anakin is clearly focusing on what he can learn, Obi-Wan is focusing on what he has learned.

He's no stranger to gruesome things — war has brought with it many terrible sights — but never is Obi-Wan so disturbed as he is when matters are so far outside his control and lives are at stake. He doesn't know if there's any real credence to the belief that these creatures are unintelligent — ignorance is a truly powerful thing — but he does know that he senses much more from the creatures than had been suggested anywhere, including within this museum.

Mention of his discovery has not been met with kindness, and not wanting to start an immediate scene, Kenobi retreats to the relative safety of Skywalker's company. He doesn't bother shielding his concern — Anakin would see right through him anyway — but he doesn't allow it to rule him, either.
]

Why do I get the feeling you've already considered flying one of those things?
gainedlove: (* Don't Pick On)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-03-02 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Frisk smiles and leans against Toriel, a wave of relief coming over them from her familiar, warm presence. They really hadn't been able to fully relax since coming on board, but with their mom here everything feels just a little bit more like home.

Frisk squirms a bit and pouts up at Toriel. "I wanted to stay with you, too! But I promised Zam, and It's really big job and I couldn't just stop, but..." Yeah, they might be rambling a bit from guilt.

:D :D :D :D

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-03-02 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He hadn't, actually, it had just started as piqued interest, but now that Obi-Wan mentions it...

He turns back with that terrible and terribly familiar smirk that exclaims every awful decision he's considering without ever once saying any of them aloud.]


Think they can be?
inruins: <lj user="mymostvunlerable"> (My child/hugs/loving/mom-ing)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-03-02 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Without further ado, Toriel readily sweeps the child into her arms. The boss monster rises to her full height, gladly balancing Frisk against her. It is a familiar behavior, a comfort Toriel is glad to have.

She gently presses a kiss against Frisk's forehead encouragingly. "I am not trying to guilt you, my child. I know you have things to do. You're helping people."

She brushed her fingers through Frisk's hair, partially fussing. "This old woman just needs to be selfish when she can."
gainedlove: (* Switch)

Please make this happen

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-03-02 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Frisk nods, frowning for a moment before pointing back at the Ingress. "Um...you just came through there. Th' Ingress is kinda like a big door that people fall through sometimes, but we dunno how to go back through to the right place. The captains are trying to get everybody home, but we gotta stay here on the ship for now."
abide: (pic#10016543)

[personal profile] abide 2016-03-02 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
It's been a rough month, an even worse beginning of one. So, the message comes as both a surprise and a relief. Steve had made a habit of checking the MID when new faces started showing up, but this time, he'd gotten distracted enough not to look, not to see what other people the Ingress would bring aboard. The two it had given were almost too much, but this... well, he could handle this. He assumes alias, as familiar as it is, and he's leaving his position in the bow to head toward the more populated areas of the ship.

Hilarious. If she wants to relive that conversation. You're late. What took you so long?
devilofohara: (interested)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-02 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Fortunately, while the constellations on Robin's world are all different, her planet does have a north star, so there's no confusion there.]

Me neither.

[She pauses, looking over at the child next to her. It's reassuring to have a conversation with another kid, and not some adult. She can let her guard down a little around other kids in a sense - there's still the apprehension of actually getting said kid to like her, but at the very least she's doesn't have to worry about them selling her out to the government.]

I guess we really are in space, huh?
camouflage: (TACTICAL)

[personal profile] camouflage 2016-03-02 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Despite his head being in the clouds (pun not intentional), John doesn't jump when someone's voice registers in his ears. The old soldier does glance at the newcomer, studying the armor and her stature before turning back around. His hands are in the pockets of his fatigues, for all intents and purposes looking relaxed.

"Yeah. I've got 'em back home, but never seen them in the sky." He's never seen them in the water, either, but that's probably neither here nor there. "Wonder if hunting them is the same, too."

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-03-02 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[He feels her before he ever hears her come up from behind, a vague, nebulous thing he's not quite sure how to place. He can decipher only a number of things: 1.) the force really has to be playing mind games today and 2.) that this is definitely a person: bipedal, not particularly aggressive, and...confused?

That makes two of us.

He's slow to turn around and make that connection, not sure if that disconnected sense of confusion is about to turn into something worse with the sort of hair trigger he also operates on he's become far too used to. But it's no one he recognizes, despite whatever this feeling is supposed to be, and it only compounds upon the shared lack of understanding.]


Can I...help...you?

[Yes, because the way to tackle this is absolutely to depict just how weird this feels. Smooth. Very, very smooth.]
Edited 2016-03-02 03:56 (UTC)
imanapexpredator: (and then he stopped caring)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-03-02 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Eventually Andrew grew too anxious to stay in one place and decided to get off the Moira. Which, in his opinion, was an excellent decision because this museum is kind of awesome.

He's floating around the displays as if haunting the place.]


Is that really surprising? [It's more muttered than anything, if only because directly talking to people is weird and he's an awkward penguin.]
whatawaste: (Nervous)

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-03-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Maya whets her lips, smoothing her long, brown hair back behind her shoulders. As an act of protest, she's taken to wearing nothing but her thermo when off duty. Along with her blaster holster.

Normally, she'd be reaching for that blaster right about now. But it doesn't take a single iota of mental effort for her to see that he's confused too.

Well. That's something.]


Have we met?

[She doesn't think so. But a lot of men pass through Fantasii. She can't keep track of them all. And he's just about the right age for it.]
yer_pretty_good: images from tumblr (easy smile)

Aft!

[personal profile] yer_pretty_good 2016-03-02 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Ocelot knows there are a lot of new people arriving, and so he's been making the rounds to the most popular places of the ship to see who these new people are. He doesn't recognize the blond man immediately, but he does recognize that look. Everyone has it when they first arrive. He approaches casually while keeping a safe distance.]

Sometimes it's better out in space. I haven't been here too long, but the ship stops at planets sometimes.

[The cowboy is a lot younger than the last time Liquid likely saw him. More like someone Liquid met when he was just a kid.]
a_shadow: (Downcast)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-03-02 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
She shakes the hand off and tries to stand on her own. "I turned the wrong setting on my armor," she mutters, coughing through her words. She's not successful at standing and ends up sagging against the stranger. She doesn't know anything about whether there's a clinic—she hadn't noticed one in her previous exploration of the temporaries—but she's the stubborn sort who will refuse to go to one if he persists.
kidjoy: Live version of the girl in full costume standing determined ([Firm])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-03-02 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmhhmm.

[She scrunches up her face, frowning. There's a moment when she glances over at the other girl, taking in her appearance and the fact she was seeing another child. She'd never seen someone as small as her before.]

Unless they got us all wacked out in the head. [She waves her hands around her temples, trying to give a visual to her idea of brainwashing.] Makin' us believe we went up, up and away. Don't know why they'd wanna trick us into a space adventure though.
a_shadow: (Alert)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-03-02 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
All right.

[ She feels a momentary helplessness, an annoying feeling. She shakes her head. ]

You work like this where you came from, too?
a_shadow: (Smug)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-03-02 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Tiny and run-down and old," she says. "Yeah."

She tilts her head a bit, regarding him, before taking a drink. The drinks are different than what she's used to—but alcohol is alcohol and it's welcome. "Are you with the Moira crew, or are you one of the hunters?"
straightouttacarbonite: (013)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-02 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Just because he's older doesn't mean he's going to try anything! He's stuck the same as her, they're all victims here.]

I think so? I haven't been spending a lot of time in the room.

[If minor injuries caused by his total lack of suaveness are what it takes, chances are there're plenty of those on hand.]