( march intro log )

[hownkai]

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!

I N T R O L O G

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)! )

Comments

Adrian 'Force' Clark | Open

[forcefulgift]

Moira - Mess Hall (01/03);

[It was the beginning of a new month but it wasn't quite yet the beginning of a new Adrian just yet. He was holed up at a table in the corner of the mess, a half empty glass of water in front of him being used as an ashtray as he smokes cigarette after cigarette. He was sober for the moment, surprisingly, considering he'd spent the last couple of weeks drunk and it showed on his face, he waqs haggard, dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot whites. He looked like he hadn't even taken a shower, his hair sticking up however it wanted thanks to grease. He hadn't even been pulling his weight aboard the ship. Three more days.

Losing his powers had been a crippling blow, but they would soon be back.

He had to wait three more days and it was killing him.]

Ceta - Among the Temporaries (03/03);

[It was a very different Ade that woke up that morning. Because he woke up and instantly something felt right again, after two weeks his powers were finally back and he could feel them practically brimming under the surface, waiting to be used.

This Ade was completely different to the Ade of the past fortnight, part of this Ade was different than even the Ade of the last six months. Especially because he no longer needed to keep his power under wraps- they already knew, all of them. They knew he was different even if they didn't know the extent.

He knew they were on a new planet, he'd managed to keep up with that much. But this planet was perfect- the gravity wrong, the air toxic, cloud banks rolling around and low visibility. Which meant that Ade was going to fly.

He put on his thermals and Moira uniform, grabbed an oxygen mask and launched himself from the ship, his powers picking him up with an accompanying swell of joy as the mutant takes off among the Temporaries of this new place, whooping with joy.]

Wildcard;

[Anything else you want with Ade just give me a shout! Happy to get anything underway and can be hit up at xehalest]

Mess hall

[whynotgoonmyown]

[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?

[forcefulgift]

[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.]

[whynotgoonmyown]

Well, your standard response to things is working fine, at least. [Small mercies, eh?]

[forcefulgift]

[Ade actually can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips even as he reaches out for the coffee, taking a sip.] See mate, ain't all bad. [Even if he really looked like he needed a good night's sleep, a warm meal and a shower, definitely a shower.]

[whynotgoonmyown]

It's... Still pretty bad. [Like, he's not even sure where to begin bad.] You look like you need a shower and a good night's sleep or twenty.

[forcefulgift]

[Ade just lifts an arm, sniffing his armpit surreptitiously and shrugging.] Maybe I do, but its not like its affecting my performance. So what if I miss a couple nights sleep. Haven't always needed it.

[whynotgoonmyown]

[He just... Finally shrugs and raises his hands in surrender.] Alright, if you say so. Just try not to pass out on a hallway somewhere.

[forcefulgift]

[Ade rolls his eyes to the ceiling, keeping them there for a heartbeat before they're back on Tyler and still pretty dead.] Mate... if you had even the slightest idea of the shit I've been through you'd realize passing out in a hallway thanks to being tired ain't even a possibility. [Because seriously Tyler this kid got all that crap trained outta him. It'd take a while.]

[whynotgoonmyown]

Well, it's not like you've told me much about yourself.

[forcefulgift]

[Ade just scoffs out a laugh, taking another drink.] You or anyone else, don't take it personally.

[whynotgoonmyown]

[He just shrugs.] I don't, I was just saying.

[forcefulgift]

Ah right, this one of them normal blokes saying shit for the sake of saying them conversations? Right then... [He takes a drink before looking around and then back to Tyler.] Pleasant weather we're having, yeah? [Because that's exactly what he thought of small talk Tyler.]

Mess Hall

[takeitslow]

[However Ade looks, its a face Peter recognizes from the trial and footage. Part of him feels like avoiding the guy, knowing that he'd taken out one of Wanda's friends. Another part, the loud and dangerous part that always seems to lead him into trouble, wants to ask questions.

It's obvious which he prefers listening to.]

Out of the cell but still looking a little rough, huh?

[forcefulgift]

[Ade didn't know the stranger, but it turned out that these days a lot of people knew him even if it wasn't a particularly mutual thing. It was unnerving in a sense, that everyone just knew him as a murderer, he'd managed to keep a much better cover than this so far. People telling him he looked rough though, that was just bullshit.]

And what's it to you how I look mate?

[takeitslow]

Nothing really. Just saying.

[Peter doesn't care that he's obviously making a bad impression, he still sits down across from the guy.]

Never been that good at small talk.

[forcefulgift]

[Ade just shakes his head.] Me neither mate, so don't worry 'bout trying to make it. [It was rude, sure, but Ade had a bit of a reputation for that already.]

[takeitslow]

[It's not like Peter is phased by a little rudeness.] Would you rather me go straight into asking the uncomfortable questions then? Like about the murder thing? Or the more interesting questions about the punishment they supposedly gave you? You know, the powers.

[forcefulgift]

Ain't exactly the easiest person to make uncomfortable. [That's a lie, he could be made uncomfortable in seconds but that was with a lot of left-wing questions that most people, short of being psychic, wouldn't actually guess.] Ask whatever you want, yeah? The moment I'm not into it... you'll know. [Because he wasn't answering those general questions, friend, you ask him like its an interrogation and he might feel up to it.]

[takeitslow]

Honestly, I can't say I was that worried about making you uncomfortable. [He doesn't say it meanly, it's just a matter of fact.] How did they nix your abilities? Radiation, shooting you up with something, or what?

[forcefulgift]

[Ade just shakes his head.] Don't know mate. Might have something to do with the chip they put in my head. [Because the captains were very open about what they'd done.] If I find out they've got a talent for it but, well... it won't be pretty.

[takeitslow]

Chip? They implanted something in you? Gross.

[He looks fascinated, disgust aside.]

Threatening the captains probably won't make them want to flip the switch back on those abilities, man. Shit sucks, but if it were me? I'd rather take the powers than the revenge.

[forcefulgift]

Wouldn't be the first time mate. [Which has him reaching for his bicep almost out of instinct, the scar from the last chip he dug out of his flash was sitting there even if you couldn't see it through the uniform.]

I'll figure out how they did it and it won't happen again.

[takeitslow]

And that sounds like a story. The captains chipped you before? Why?

[He watches where Ade's hand lands, frowning.]

Alright. Are you going to share with the class? Because I'm interested in a work around for that kind of thing.

[forcefulgift]

The captains didn't chip me before mate. [He just shrugs.] Just saying the whole idea of being chipped ain't foreign to me. [And he drops his arms to his sides when he notices the other man looking at them.]

Ain't ever been the kinda bloke what shares stuff, sorry to have to tell you.