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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-03-17 09:28 pm

march event log

Who: Everyone
When: March 17th and on
Where: The Moira and Ceta; various locations
What: Communication, mercenaries, and scraplets
Warnings: Please label accordingly!


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communicate & protect
"The best way to protect something is to set it free."

Since the Moira has arrived on Ceta, things have been (mostly) quiet considering their usual stay on planets before it. The only cruelty about this one is the fact they hunt for both sport and gain, and the creatures of Ceta do not have a voice—or intelligence to defend themselves. However, as the crew of the ship will come to learn, this is an elaborate lie. With the previous problem of the MID malfunctioning, and causing a bit of a miscommunication fiasco, finally solved, it is apparent that whatever had been wrong with this technology had slowly begun to affect the crew prior to exploring Ceta. Only in subtle, unnoticed ways.

With everything beginning to run a little more smoothly, a shift in the air overtakes both the Moira and Ceta in the days following.
☄ A LESSON IN MID COMMUNICATION ( 03.17 - 03.22 )
As the translator technology has recently been fixed, the crew will notice that their MID devices now come with an extra feature: a brief explanation of the extra capabilities of the translation technology. Each MID records all language that is spoken near it, stores information on phonetics and linguistics in order to keep each language as current as possible. In the event that an unknown language is encountered, all known languages are applied until the meanings of each sound or word are decoded. In some instances, it’s a long process, and in others, it spans the time of a few weeks.

There is a small addendum that states that no conversations are recorded and stored in their entirety in order to protect privacy.

Crew may ask themselves why this is there, but all they have to do is get close enough to one of the flying, whale-like creatures to find out. Communication is still not quite perfect, and this is where the translator technology needs the crew’s help. The more two beings interact using speech, the further the database will expand. Attempting communication might be futile at first, but eventually, the low peaceful songs filling the misty air of Ceta are broken with words: a cry for help When the creatures have come close to the temporaries before, it was not out of curiosity; it was an attempt to destroy them and save themselves. But remember, even if you want to help, these creatures are skittish around sudden light and it takes time for them to trust, time the Moira might not have.
☄ TRADE FOR RESOLUTION ( 03.22 - 03.25 )
It’s common knowledge that this universe runs on a system of trade for either goods or services. If you can provide either of those to another, then you can have anything you want. This includes protection. The closest neighboring planet, like so many others, has a variety of groups that can be hired out to perform a number of duties. In an effort to offer the crew peaceful resolution for something that they’ve learned is discomfiting to many Moirans, the hunting and killing of innocent creatures on Ceta, the captains suggest something a little different this time.

Contact and an initial payment has been made to a team of soldiers to travel to Ceta to meet with the crew. Essentially, if enough valuable resources are offered to this group, they will do whatever is necessary to rid Ceta of the hunters and declare that Ceta is a protected planet. This means that they will protect these giant creatures from future harm as long as a yearly sum is delivered to them. The captains agree to continue payment as long as the rest of the crew can gather enough for the first year.
☄ FEEDING FRENZY ( 03.25 - 03.31 )
With everything finally coming to a peaceful close, the Moira and the crew’s routine begin to return to normal. The process for leaving Ceta is spread ship-wide. However, as they leave Ceta’s atmosphere and enter space once more, some odd things appear to have flooded the ship. An infestation of scraplets have led to minor complications that soon start to escalate. Feeding exclusively on metal, they make a mangled mess of the ship's systems, causing them to glitch and stop working altogether as they chew their way through its internal workings. You may notice your door will no longer open or close, or maybe the temperature has gotten unusually warm. Is that a leak? How did that get there? Maybe you happen to be made of metal yourself, or have metallic prosthetics - "living" metal is actually preferred over the walls of the ship.

The infestation will start to threaten critical systems if left unchecked and will need to be taken care of as quickly as possible. It is the crew’s responsibility to band together and figure out a way to stop these scraplets from devouring the entirety of the ship and leaving them stranded or worse.



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gentlemenpreferblondes: (We lived on the wrong side of the track)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-05-06 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her laughter doesn't last long and she calms down quickly, not wanting to risk drawing any attention from her sleeping roommates. He means well, she knows that, and there is a part of her that can appreciate the sentiment. But the way how he avoids the elephant in the room, one that is her obvious current state, dancing around the subject that might be too mature and complicated for him to handle draws the line between them.]

It's alright.

[She mutters and drops her earrings on the table, keeping her eyes on him.]

So, now what.
Edited 2016-05-06 18:20 (UTC)
takeitslow: ([Lineup])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-05-09 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He stands there awkwardly for a moment, looking everywhere but at her like something in the room will give him some guidance on what to do. He already feels that he's stepped in it and isn't sure how to back track.

But one thing's clear, she's waiting for a move he doesn't have. He shrugs, meets her gaze again.]


It's your call, J. Whatever you want.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (As girls grow old)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-05-09 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever you want.

She can read lot from such a simple sentence, probably more than what he had actually intended. There's uncertainty, trust, respect and danger present when he passes the ball to her, letting her to have the complete power and control of the situation.

However, despite being a person who's always so certain about what she wants J has difficulties with seeing the difference between that and what she really needs. And it's the same here. But while she's not sure what she wants to happen next, she knows that she doesn't want to hurt or insult his feelings anymore.

After a quick moment of silence she extends her arm towards him, expecting him to take her hand]


Come here.
takeitslow: ([Game])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-05-10 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[He takes her hand, a near automatic response. Of course. She's right that there's trust in him letting her have the decision, in the implicit agreement he'll follow her in what she chooses. There's a part of him that just wants on her good side, does what she asks in hopes he'll keep her favor.

He takes a few steps back toward her, grip tight on her hand.]


Yeah, J?
gentlemenpreferblondes: (So I up and left the pieces there)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-05-26 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[When he's close again she brings his hand to her waist right next to the zipper of her dress, then sliding it along her side to rest against small of her back. For a smallest pause, one that can't be any longer than a heartbeat, she doesn't do anything but looks into his eyes with a tiny smile on her lips and then reaches up to place a quick kiss on his cheek.]

Thanks Peter. [For the ride. And for everything before and after that.]
takeitslow: ([Smug])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-06-02 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He's frozen in the minutes that span that heart beat, eyes locked onto her's. His thoughts are a jumble of things best left unsaid, a worry about the presence of her roommates and Sans, of a trick being pulled. He's relieved, and somewhat disappointed, when she just kisses his cheek instead, but he swallows those feelings and smiles at her. His cheeks reddened but he pushes past the flare of embarrassment.]

You don't have to thank me, J. I mean, if it's like a thank you like that I won't turn you down. [A small laugh.] But you know I'd do whatever for you anyway.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (Like a little lost lamb I roamed about)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-06-05 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever you say? I'll be sure to remember that in the future.

[She winks her eye at him, obviously teasing again. But in reality it's the word 'anyway' that caught her attention. Again, she's sure that he's just running his mouth and saying things without thinking too much of the meaning behind them, most likely only trying to ingratiate her. ]

But I think that you better head back to your room now. Before others wake up.