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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)! )
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[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-03-06 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan only wishes that some part of him was relieved at this moment. Instead, he's feeling particularly tense and unwelcome in this strange place. Unwelcome he can pass off — no one asked him to be here — but being unable to rid himself of this sick tension deep in his gut is almost as bothersome as the tension itself.

"Yes, it almost did," he remarks with a glance back over his shoulder. He then turns his attention to Toriel. No recognition — not a species he knows — but the concern softens him to the company. "I'm all right. Certainly still in one piece, although I suspect any one of them might have changed that if I'd remained much longer."
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Observation deck;

[personal profile] willinglychanged 2016-03-06 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Drew had one thing to say about the observation deck- it never got old. Especially when you were a werewolf who spent a bit too much time getting high and lying on his stomach staring off into space, which was exactly what he was doing right now, chin propped up on his forearms staring out into infinite nothing, thinking about the new-found complications but also simplicity of his life.

Which was around the same time that he recognizes the new scent in the room, taking a deep breath of something that was almost familiar, a species he knew fairly well, he rolls onto his stomach looking around himself, pulling himself up so he was sitting on his butt.
]

Wait, hey, you're new, hi!
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medbay

[personal profile] incantamentum 2016-03-06 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Eric rarely actually came to the med bay, what with how the Safe Space had been created with his job in mind, it meant that despite being divisionally a part of the Medbay team he didn't have to stay there for too long. When there were new arrivals though, he often spent some time around there just because its when you would see the biggest influx of new people.

Ocelot, however, was decidedly not new. Which made him grin when the other man asked if he needed something.
]

Not quite, no. Unless you count stolen office supplies...
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[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-03-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Only in the sense they're not from Earth. They're still human, though.

I don't know more than that. I don't know. I haven't had much reason to talk to them.
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Mess hall

[personal profile] whynotgoonmyown 2016-03-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He's known that Ade hasn't been doing so well without his powers since the beginning. That wasn't a surprise. Just how bad the mutant looks by now. It's distressing, depressing, and overall worrying, enough to make Tyler sit opposite to the other man.]

Christ, look at you... Have you been... Sleeping, eating... anything?
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[personal profile] becausemagic 2016-03-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Technically speaking," Flynn says, holding up a cautionary finger and working his way through the sentence uneasily, "I have... not. But I perfected the art of Flight Simulator in the '90s and I have read the relevant operating sections of the manual. I learn pretty fast. How hard can it be?"
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ii, deckmates

[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-03-06 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[That's what Med'an gets for walking around with his nose in a book. He's been trying to learn as much as he can about health and medicine, having been assigned a job in the medbay, and he's gotten a bit absorbed in it. In his defense, there's not usually anyone around this time of day!

Especially not very tall red-skinned....people! Although Vision's appearance is not as shocking to the green kid as it would be for a regular human. He doesn't really know of any species back home that are red-skinned, though.
]

Oh - I'm sorry. I was... [He holds up his book, as if that explained everything.]
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[personal profile] visionarie 2016-03-06 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[His quantum brain replays the data at record speed going over every movement bit by bit as surprise consumes his thoughts, which lead to a line of bewilderment which further splits into stray thoughts of shock, and finally settling on puzzlement mixed with curiosity which takes all a fraction of a second as his imprinted brain moves much too fast for his temporal body to reflect in a timely manner.]

....

[A tilt of his head.]

How... did you do that?
Edited 2016-03-06 00:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ersatzeverything 2016-03-06 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, before this the furthest I'd been from Boston was the Capitol Wasteland, so this is a whoooole new experience.

[He leans back against one of the wall displays.]

By the way, do you have a pair of sunglasses I could borrow?

[The Ingress took his and it's making his brain itch, how exposed his face is.]
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ii, deckmates

[personal profile] visionarie 2016-03-06 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks down at the book immediately recognizing the field - Medicine. Was he a student or--]

Absorbed?

[He offers.]

I'm sorry to have interrupted.
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[personal profile] willinglychanged 2016-03-06 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Drew had been having his own troubles with the unstable nature of the planet. Not because he was clumsy or anything, not at all, it was just because the ground didn't agree with him all the time and slips and tumbles were a thing.

He'd just been walking along though, weaving in an out of the locals when he hears a scream. A scream that echoes in his head, that of a young girl. He doesn't even think about it but within a second his eyes are glowing blue and he's on the move, running on all fours, his arms working to propel him faster towards the source of the scream- to the extent he becomes an invisible blur, fully using his supernatural abilities before he arrives at the source of the scream and takes in the girl with blond hair a hand shooting out to grab her by the back of her shirt and hauling her bodily into the air, looking down at her.

It shouldn't be possible for a man of his stature to just casually hold a girl in one hand, but here he was.
]

Well shit, kid... you nearly died... you totally win the award for most dramatic intro.
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[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-03-06 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
It certainly makes sense to Obi-Wan, who nods and takes that at face value.

"Well, if nothing else, it's much more interesting than my code name," he says, though he makes no effort to elaborate. Aside from that one time he'd gone deep undercover to the point of changing his face, Kenobi hasn't enjoyed nearly enough anonymity to bother.

"What sort of military do you serve in? What is it you do?"
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temporaries;

[personal profile] forcefulgift 2016-03-06 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Ade had been out and flying among the temporaries from the moment he got his powers back, seeing how close he could get to the whales before ducking away again. They never really took notice of him, mostly because he tended to go too fast for them.

It isn't long though until he spots someone else out flying though, or at least kind of flying- it was nothing quite like Ade was doing, someone who looks distinctly odd... with wings, scales, claws... someone who he was decidedly going to start following from above, analysing him from afar.
]
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[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-03-06 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
The wording is particularly relevant to Obi-Wan. He's used to taking cues from any place possible, and considering the inflection, the quick smile, it feels almost like a prompt.

"Oh, so I've kept you on your toes, have I?" That's the Jedi's sneaking suspicion, but it's been presented rhetorically, so he doesn't bother waiting for Banner to answer before moving on. "Perhaps now is the perfect time to ask, in that case: Would you care to join me?"

Kenobi gestured to a table, curiosity getting the better of him as well as his hunger. What better way to satiate both than to have a new companion nearby?
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[personal profile] drawed 2016-03-06 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cassie's still looking at it when he answers her, nose scrunching a little as she considers the name. Ceta? That's nothing she's ever heard before, big world traveler that she is. It doesn't sound right either, though she doesn't try to move from the half-embrace Nick's got her in as she shoves a hand into her bag for a pen. It's sort of crowded, using him to block the wind that pulls around them as she sketches out lines and shapes. It isn't the Ingress she draws, or the weird people she'd seen before she'd slipped.

By the time she's done, there's a sloppy rendition of a whale - though it looks more like a lumpy potato with a tail - and some clouds. Lots of clouds. ]


If it has, I don't remember. [ Not good, maybe, but she gently rips out the page and hands it to him. ] Looks like we might go swimming though. I wonder if there's a boat around here. [ But clouds didn't mean water, so she isn't so sure that's exactly what it means. ]
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[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-03-06 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
I did, indeed. It's... remarkable.

[ Leave it to Obi-Wan Kenobi to find a bright side in nearly every endeavor. While he doesn't appreciate what's happened and how any of them were brought here, he can find what it takes within himself to live in the moment.

He lowers himself down near her and looks up to behold the view.
]

Is that why you're here?
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[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-03-06 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps before I answer that, you can answer my question; I did ask first.

[ He's now guarded, although not so heavily that he's completely shut himself out from her; if she cares to look deeper, she'll find he's only wary, not aggressively put off by the attempted intrusion. ]
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[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-03-06 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's funny that until this moment, she doesn't think anyone's said those words to her yet. Most everyone else immediately asks if she's feeling sick or if she's used to being there, or if she's new and what's special about her. No one's outright offered her welcome. It makes her chest ache a little where her heart is silent, and she gives Obi-Wan an odd look for a moment.

But that short period passes and there's something of a smile on her features, muted as it is, as she goes to sit on the edge of her pod bed. ]


Thanks. You too.

[ Now she knows someone. She'll feel better, she thinks, once she knows if she can trust him. ]

Have you gone out there yet to look at the world? Or have you just been here on the ship?
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[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-03-06 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Kaworu," he repeats, smile growing and cheeks turning a little pink. Frisk is looking very cute, and Cowr - Kaworu doesn't look upset about the mistake, at least.

What Med'an does notice is that the young man doesn't seem interested in going anywhere at the moment. That was what Frisk's message had said, hadn't it? That he was being 'super rood'?

"It's alright. This is my job," he says, also friendly. He's not going to try and force Kaworu into the medbay. Maybe he's just confused and needs a minute - though he doesn't really look confused, does he... "After the physical you get your uniform and assignments."

He's hoping that that prospect might be interesting enough for Kaworu to agree, but when the words come out of his mouth, they sound...awkward. As though being kidnapped into space was a normal occurrence. He pauses, and his expression shifts to something more sympathetic, and earnest. "I know you didn't...want to come here, probably. But the only thing we can do now is move forward."

Hopefully that will be enough? That's all reasonable, isn't it?
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[personal profile] forcefulgift 2016-03-06 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Ade clearly hadn't been dealing with not having his powers, even without supernatural senses Tyler must find it easy to see that he hadn't been sleeping or eating, or even showering really. He was sitting with his head propped up on one hand, a cooling cup of coffee sitting in front of him.]

Fuck off. [It didn't answer any of the questions.]
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[personal profile] drawed 2016-03-06 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
I guess...

[ She still isn't so sure it's not going to end up the same way it would have if it had been Division that had snagged them, but Cassie knows Nick is thinking the same thing. He's right, though. They're together, and that makes it better than if she'd wound up here on her own or vice versa. She tries not to think about that too much, already reaching for her pad to flip it open. ]

They're weird too. [ Cassie shows him a picture of the three guys she'd been shoved into a room with. She hadn't met them, but that doesn't mean anything. ] I think these two are brothers or something. [ She taps at Clark and Conner. ] And this one - [ She pokes her finger against Varric's forehead. ] - I dunno. He was.... cold. I should bring him a blanket.

[ She'd drawn some snowflakes over his head, which also didn't make sense. This whole place honestly doesn't, so she's trying not to overthink it. ]

Maybe we can change rooms if we ask nicely.
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[personal profile] breakin_ur_lore 2016-03-06 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Med'an skitters to a stop as best he can, the glow fading quickly. The man is hurting and confused and scared. Of course - anyone would be freaking out right now, even if they weren't badly injured. His hands stay up, but in more of a "come in peace" pose now.]

I'm sorry. I'm a healer - I can help -

[Almost unconsciously, he inches a little forward again, brow furrowed and face earnest.]
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[personal profile] backsassin 2016-03-06 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Zam’s been a lot scarcer on the ship for the past couple of days and it’s not because she’s been hanging around on the planet. Fortunately, the nature of her job means she isn’t expected to be anywhere that frequently, which makes lying low quite a bit easier. The change of face and voice, of course, does wonders as well.

Unfortunately, all the shapeshifting in the galaxy can’t hide an empty stomach, which means she eventually has to come out of hiding to make a restocking trip to the mess hall. Even behind the anonymity of her disguised face and generic uniform, she feels distinctly exposed; she’s left both her blaster and her breathpack hidden in Bel’s room to avoid identification, which means running or shooting her way out of trouble isn’t an option. That’s like 90% of her conflict resolution strategies out the window right there. Right now, she’s limited to focusing on not attracting attention as her primary means of defense.

Which makes it even more unfortunate when she rounds the corner, and happens to crash right into one of the very faces she was hoping to avoid, a curse already on her lips before she can consciously call it back.]
F-- [’Fierfek’ is what she wants to say, but in the fraction of a second it takes her to pronounce the sound, some part of her is already shouting not to spout off a word in the last language she had used in the Jedi’s presence and is already prepared with a substitute she’s picked up from frequent usage by her foreign crewmates.]

Fuck!
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Jessica Jones (New Arrival) | MCU | cw: spoilers end of s1, slight kidnapping/death

[personal profile] higginsdrive 2016-03-06 01:12 am (UTC)(link)

on the moira → exploring.

[ The devil was dead.

She’d finally done something right. She’d actually stopped him before he could take another person from her life. Before he could destroy the one person she cared more about in this world than anyone else. And what was her reward? Being kidnapped and thrown into fucking space to work. Right, because this is fine. Sure.

Jessica wasn't okay by any stretch of the imagination. It had taken what was left of her control to not kill the first person she saw upon arrival. Another dose to not take out the person who wanted her to sign the contract. Yeah, okay she may or may not have broken at least one tablet before agreeing to their bullshit terms, but that was better than what she wanted to do. While she'd do this because she didn't have a choice, they were fucking kidding themselves if they thought she'd be a cooperative soul - along for the ride as a compliant puppet. That phase of her life was over. Or at least that's what she's going to keep telling herself. Remind herself of her small victory in the face of something potentially worse.

Contractual indentured servitude wasn't the same as some asshole bending you to his every wish. So, she was gonna make the most of her free time post-arrival. Get the lay of the land figure out just how deep in shit she really was. She moves through the ship, testing doors here and there - peeking her head around corners. Might as well use the whole 'no shoe' thing to her advantage for once. She moves through the hallways, head down and MID in hand. She was testing something, seeing which areas of the ship people might get pissy about her wandering around aimlessly. Possibly play the ditz card if she got caught. Maybe even turn on the waterworks and claim to be lost. It all depended on the situation.

Jessica can be found pretty much anywhere within the ship, please ignore potential dents left behind where she attempted to go where she couldn’t. When that hits a new frustration level, she moves to the bar to grab a few supplies for the rest of the day. Picking up a few bottles of whiskey, she curses under her breath realizing she can’t really just walk back down the hallway to find her room again with three bottles of whiskey and a fake smile.

So she digs through a few things, trying to find something reminiscent of a water bottle while cracking one of the bottles open to take a long pull. Might as well take advantage of the free shit that's not actually free while she can. When something doesn't give, she tugs trying to not break what she's going for. ]


Oh, c'mon you piece of shit.

ceta → temporaries.

[ While Jessica had seen a lot of crazy shit in New York, floating whales weren't exactly on the list. The Chitauri were close but far more violent. It wasn't mind blowing to think people would hunt them, harvest them, even put them on display... But it was still disgusting. She'd seen the museum, gotten herself riled up enough after enough people were asking her if she wanted to work. She'd even punched one of the hunters when he got a little too pushy.

Which sent her where she was now. Working to get off the beaten path where it might be foolish to follow her. She clears the jumps without a problem, giving a little bit of a grunt when she doesn't land quite as planned. But, it's quiet and it gives her a moment to assess her situation and scroll through her MID. Work on getting some intel together before it gets too hard to breathe. ]


wildcard.

[ Feel free to find her anywhere on the Moira or wandering around Ceta... Possibly doing something not so legal or working on getting into a fight with whalers over picking on something possibly defenseless. ]
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[personal profile] becausemagic 2016-03-06 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Flynn straightens up and spreads his hands in vindication.]

Right?! Totally unjustifiable. They're not even trying to claim they're pests. And I'm betting any creature that actually produces a mineral which enhances brain activity isn't going to be just a dumb animal. Which makes this not just hunting. It's murder.