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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)! )
imanapexpredator: (kicked puppy)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-03-05 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Andrew rubs at his forehead with the palm of his hand, wincing at every bit of information Peter throws his way. How was he supposed to react to any of that? His hand makes its way through his hair and stops at the base of his neck as he looks off to the side. So many questions, so many answers that bring even more questions.]

...Someone told me they died before they got here. [Which is complete bullshit but shut up.] Can they...can they really do that? Is that like, something that happens?
gainedlove: (* Cell)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-03-05 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
They don't miss the beginning of that scowl, and Frisk's cheerful demeanor dims for a few moments before they sweep right on past the topic. There's no point in bringing it up when Asgore isn't even here to be earning Toriel's annoyed glares. "Jasper is kinda serious but she's nice to me! She lets me ask questions an' makes sure I'm doin' my job. An' I do, Miss Pepper always gives me real fun stuff to do to help everyone!"

Frisk closes their eyes and lets their head rest on Toriel's shoulder, snuggling a bit closer as they do. "It's been nice here, but it's better with you, now."
cookshisgoose: (pic#9463193)

[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-03-05 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He seems genuinely apologetic, so she'll cut him so slack. Maybe.]

Please, do share. [you can't just say you have a dumb excuse and not share!! And anyways, she loves giving lectures.]

I wouldn't expect you to. I've only just arrived.
empressingly: (She says it's only a game)

[personal profile] empressingly 2016-03-05 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She purrs, pretty content with the world at the moment. Ignoring the whole stuck on spaceship part with a whole set of people she doesn't know. That was a very minor detail. She gets to use it to her advantage and who says no to seizing the moment for pets? Boring people that's who.

Seth nods at his question only to realize a second later perhaps a meow would have been better. It's hard to shake some normal reactions and replace them with purely feline ones. Oh well, hope that it doesn't come off as weird is the most she can do. There's only so much self-consciousness she can try to display.
]
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[personal profile] wordstoliveby 2016-03-05 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He keeps himself busy with the tea preparations while he thinks of how to answer that. ]

I'm not sure if more like myself if the way to put it. I prefer to be a gentleman in most things I do, the way I act isn't a front to make people less suspicious of me.

I swear when I'm angry or irritated like most men, only I prefer to keep my outbursts limited when I can. Eggsy has seen more of me than most, I let my guard down around him more often because of it.
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[personal profile] getweird 2016-03-05 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
I've never heard of them.

[Scott's guessing that, even though it sucks, she's come from a place that was pretty bad. Controlling, too, from the sound of it.]

What's a Drac mask?

[He's pretty sure he can assume what a blaster is by how she describes it.]

I didn't pick it, my parents did. You don't have a name? Nothing you like to be called?

[Scott pauses, head tipping to the side. What kind of name would suit her?]

You like an Eli or maybe a Cassie. That's my daughter's name, though, so I guess I'm just biased
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[personal profile] dislocked 2016-03-05 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky's distracted by the whales that come closer, seemingly tame and the farthest thing from aggressive as they curl and writhe around in the air like it's the most natural thing in the world to do. They didn't move like predators, but he's wary of them all the same. It's difficult to keep a close tab on them when Steve is there, sadder than Bucky's ever remembered him being.

There's something charged about their current proximity, the distance that Steve still tries to bridge even now; and Bucky responds in kind, awkward and tentative, a part of him ready to bolt if the situation called for it. He's not entirely sure if he's safe to be around Steve yet, but he damn well will try, because there's no way in hell he will raise a hand to his best friend, not again.

He's the only thing he has here, and something in the back of his mind prickles at the sight of Steve hunched over, as if defeated by some invisible enemy he had been fighting for too long. An impression, an imprint of memory: Steve's never looked this way to him before, not even when -- ]


You were much smaller, before.

[ -- he notes. Defiant eyes, stubborn mouth, and a fire that burned like anything. He remembers staying up on countless nights, listening to the harsh coughs that rattled that narrow, resilient chest. He exhales, looks out at a lazily approaching whale, the intelligence in those soft eyes. Soon, it'll turn and head away, he supposes. ] I think of it often.

[ Steve Rogers falling, falling into the deep, and Bucky jumping in after him. The first mission he gave himself when he was wrenched from Hydra by a promise echoed from decades past. ] There was Coney Island. The sweet shop. You liked --

[ He frowns, struggles to find the words. ]
Edited 2016-03-05 05:57 (UTC)
cookshisgoose: (pic#10053364)

[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-03-05 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Being in space was one thing, coming face to face with an alien is another.]

No-- no, I don't mind at all. [Her voice is very small, her eyes slightly enlarged, just because she was caught off guard. Honestly, she doesn't know why she's surprised any more. Nothing here had been anywhere close to normal.]

Forgive me if this sounds rude, but-- what are you? [she's not trying to be rude, she really isn't, even if it sounds that way. She's honestly curious, because she hasn't a clue. The only thing she does know is he's definitely not human, as unbelievable as that is to her.]

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-03-05 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
So we what? Walk away, pretend we didn't see anything?

[He knows what that answer is. He knows he's being hyperbolic: neither of them can really pretend anything. But it's not an answer he wants to hear.

He feels their loss more than anything: it's the one thing he fears more than anything else, and suddenly in that moment, the idea of flying on one--as initially exciting as it might have been--loses most of the appeal.]


You always say we're led to a place for a reason, right? Why here, why now, if this isn't important?
getweird: (52)

[personal profile] getweird 2016-03-05 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, we can meet there.
That's alright, man, your regular body is good, too.


[Full circle back to Scott appreciating everything that is Riptide.]

Maybe you can tell me what you're made of.

[He's already walking.]
ersatzeverything: (hat and glasses)

[personal profile] ersatzeverything 2016-03-05 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Smart robot. Smarter than the people who ordered it made, it sounds like.

You said, "the AI that controlled one." How many are there?
kidjoy: Live version of the girl with hands over her ears and looking to the side ([Upset])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-03-05 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Don't go tellin' no nasty lies! Skeletons don't go around just lookin'. What are you after? How ya even here?

[Even shouting, trying to make herself angry instead of scared, she feels on the verge of crying.]
rraidergirl: (I'm willing to wait for it)

[personal profile] rraidergirl 2016-03-05 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Humans not only in space, but traveling with aliens. The thought is... A little beyond her scope. She tries not to sound too starstruck over the idea. She's been on a space walk by now, there's no need to behave like a kid.

"Bit hard to pack for surprise trips, much less what it takes. I lost my boots when I first got here." She's actually a little indignant about that still. They were good boots. "I don't imagine anyone's figured out the science to beat it."
kidjoy: Live version of the girl talking and looking annoyed ([Sass])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-03-05 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The look she gives him is of clear disbelief. How can he not know about BLI? Where exactly are they that people can try to claim ignorance?]

Big, ugly mask they put on you that messes with your head. Takes out who you are and just makes ya another one of their soldiers.

Your parents? Why would you let someone else name you? They don't got the right. I don't got one, no, cause I ain't picked one. Everybody just gives me whatever lil' nickname they wanna. And that's fine by me.

[She heaves a frustrated, full body sigh. It's too weird. No one's asked about her name in ages.]

You got a kid? Like flesh and blood have one?
cookshisgoose: (pic#10053264)

[personal profile] cookshisgoose 2016-03-05 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
She's never going to get used to this, is she? Just when she thinks there aren't any surprises left, something else waltzes up.

This time it's a pony. A talking pony.

The alien was a surprise, but she's also in space. It's not as far of a stretch, even if it did catch her off guard. Rarity, please forgive her if she stares for a moment, before finally clearing her throat and responding.

"I'm afraid I won't be of much help, I'm new here as well."
skelepun: ([sans] 52)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-03-05 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's a response, and that's something to be thankful for. Sans nods quickly -- mentally weighing which of the two would be faster. The medbay was well stocked, but there would be questions before getting Rosethorn her treatment -- questions that Sans didn't know the answers to and Rosethorn might not be able to voice.

Her room it is.

Another flash of magical energy and the two of them were in front of Rosethorn's door. Sans made it a point to keep an eye on those in Papyrus' life. That included room numbers.

A third flash and they were inside. Sans took the opportunity to set Rosethorn on her bed, trying to collect his energy. Between all the warping and keeping Rosethorn's soul blue, he was already getting tired.

"I'll grab you what you need, where is it?"
takeitslow: ([Ask])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-05 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's about a girl. [Which is all he figures he needs to say. They stuff about his inability to actually ask her out he'll take to the grave. Unless Wanda asks.]

Oh, yeah. We were getting some new crew. I guess I should introduce myself, so you know who to complain about later. I'm Peter Maximoff.

[He holds out his hand in greeting, MID still visibly open to J's inbox.]
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[personal profile] abide 2016-03-05 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
I liked to give you hell for not letting me finish the stuff I started back then.

[ He says it simply, like a fact. And it was, between growing up and becoming adults. When Bucky had joined the War, it had fueled something darker and harder in him, something that felt very unfair because he had just as much right as anyone to do what his friend was going to do, and anyway, Steve had vowed to watch his back just the same. Bucky might have been tough, but his heart was softer, much too kind for the travesties that had been handed him. He considers that now, turning to face him. ] And a lot of other things. Most of it's changed now. We have too.

[ As if that's not obvious. Steve's expression twists for a brief second before relaxing, and it feels like the weight on his shoulders lessens a bit more as he talks. He doesn't want to think Bucky is responsible for anything that might have come before, that he would answer for actions beyond his control or reason. Steve would fight for that just as much as he would fight for the person inside the ghost. If he took another step, their shoulders would bump, but he's not ready for that sort of gesture; he keeps the space. ]

It's not gonna be easy, but you've got me. Whatever version you see, I'm still the same where it counts.

[ He tilts his head, attention split between his friend and the whale slowly coming even closer. There's an instinctive reflex to back them away, just in case, but he hadn't heard of any incident where they'd gotten too close. Steve frowns though, vigilant now. ]
takeitslow: ([Lineup])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-05 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks her over a moment, then nods as he decides she's not lying. He lets out another sigh, a weary one as he runs his hand through his hair.]

It's something others decided for us, yeah. But it's, like, a pride thing. They can try to use it like something bad all they want, but it's who we are. I'm not ashamed of it.

[It's nice how many times he's gotten to hear that in even the past month. That he and his kind, and apparently in some worlds his whole family, are just special, not freaks of nature. It's one of the reasons he likes this place so much already.]

Thanks though. I don't want to be a dick about it, but you never know how people are going to act. People kind of hate us at home.
takeitslow: ([Disgusting])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-05 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter shrugs, trying to remember if he'd heard that from anyone yet. It wasn't something he'd thought to ask.]

I've seen people die on this ship and come back a few weeks later all good as new. So I'm not surprised if that's true. The laws of nature don't really seem to apply when it comes to our ship. If you need a minute for that, I totally get it. It freaked the hell out of me when I walked right into someone who's murder trial I'd voted jury for.
warandpeace: (Tнe мeмory oғ мy αɴɢel)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-03-05 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
From what I hear, I can't ever get away. Not even when I move to Alaska.

[He knows. He's known since David told him. But he's sitting here like it's a fate he can't escape. He's talked to Ocelot as though they were two people.]

I wouldn't think space would be so different.
inruins: (Pleased/happy/hello)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-03-05 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
"It is a good sign. Much better than it could have been really." She squeezes his shoulder gently before releasing the younger monster. Toriel can guess it won't offer much comfort, but she'll do what she can for the young man.

"The lack of fear is a relief. I must say. The lack of anger around this place. It certainly means good things in the future, opposed to bad."
takeitslow: ([Guard])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-05 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Must have known some whimpy guys.

[There's no need to tell her how much he screamed when it happened, or that he spent that night in the cell trying vainly not to cry about it when he knew Rinzler could hear.]

Yeah. I did. Didn't go that well. The captains are at least aware of it now. The fight, not the injury.

[He's grumbling, and ducking his head in embarrassment. It makes him feel small to have lost a fight. His powers had made him feel invincible for so long, he's never conceived a situation where he'd be left without them.]

You can't tell anyone about this.
redshitlord: (When your chips are down)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-03-05 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
... Oh, right. Humans do stuff with their hair. I saw that on TV!

[And, wow, that's about the only place he HAS. Given the humans he knows best are guys with very short hair. He rubs at the back of his neck, before making what he hopes is a vaguely helpful gesture.]

Maybe you could tie it all together! Or something!

Ehh. Just my dance mix. You know -- cool stuff to move to.
redshitlord: (darlin you're still divine)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-03-05 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Birth?

[Wow. He's uh. That's one term no movie has ever really explained to him.]