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"I used to live in a room of mirrors, and all I could see was me..."
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.
Those that arrive will find they have a very short amount of time to actually adjust to time on the Moira before the ship is preparing to enter the orbit of a nearby planet. Shifts in gravity are normal, but for the most part, things carry on as usual.
WELCOME TO EMIRI
Despite recent events, it seems things are slowly coming to a standstill. As the Moira comes closer to this new planet, the Captains relay a message to the crew informing them that they are required to dock and stay on Emiri for an indeterminate amount of time due to the nature of its most prized resource: matchmaking. Although it is universally known by many other names, Emiri is a central hub for pairing others with their true intended—or second self. Each crew member will be asked to participate in a series of MANDATORY tests - both physical and mental - so that their profile may be uploaded into an efficient database before being allowed to explore what Emiri has to offer. Curious about the process? Don't be! Side effects to these simple tests are rare, and while some of them may be lengthy, the majority of them are timely, efficient, and short.
However, the company responsible for this modern miracle is well-known, especially throughout Emiri, and each Morian should verse themselves as to exactly who they are and what they do.LINK'D INC.
The Art of Once
Link’d Inc. knows that finding your second self isn’t easy, so we take the guesswork out of it for you. If you’re looking for love, a perfect genetic match, a person to help you build an empire, or something more, you’ve come to the right place. Link’d Inc. runs mental and physical screenings and performs a background analysis--all at your discretion. Immediate customization of a detailed profile is ready for you in seconds.
This profile is then calibrated into our system and cross-examined with over 99.9 billion others. We’ll find you your second self, the perfect counterpart, the very first try. It’s the chance of a lifetime. It’s the life you deserve. It’s... The Art of Once.These are some of the many different sorts of advertisements found throughout Emiri describing the corporation responsible for this advanced science. Its founder, Frederick Link, is not easily contacted, but there is some information available about him. Anyone that asks will be told bits and pieces of the following: Frederick Link searched the universes for his perfect match, only to be met with disappointment and loneliness. A businessman at heart, but a romantic to his very core, Link decided to take that perceived failure and channel it into a company that could provide others with the very thing he longed for: the perfect second self. Two years into development, during a trial run, Link was matched with a woman from a neighboring galaxy, and they’ve been together ever since. A prosperous thirty year relationship shows that the methods of Link’d Inc. can provide a person with love, romance, a business and life partner, or anything else that one might need. Whether they hear all of it is determined by how much the crew explores the vast cities of Emiri, which are connected to one another by a railway system that makes travel quick and simple. There are also numerous other modes of transportation that range from cars and trucks to boats and bicycles.HARASHANCommercial & Professional
Map of HarashanPopulation: ~ 7.28 million
Major Landmark: The Aerospace
Literacy Rate: 95%
Harashan is the main district for education and learning. There are countless programs and schools offered to those of varying races and ethnicities throughout the galaxy. Want to learn another language? Perhaps brush up on some of the arts that were never quite mastered? This is the place to perfect things that need a bit of fine tuning. It is also the main business capital and transportation hub of Emiri—the aerospace is located centrally, a busy place that monitors the comings and goings of every ship. The Link'd Inc. corporate office can be found here, as well as its chains and subsidiaries (i.e., screening facilities and health services). Their motto is: Finding your second is a business strategy. Get it right the first time.☄ DATING 101: Someone thinks you need a little more education before meeting your one and only because you're now being forced to attend reform school. Ettiquette, dining, dancing, and more, there are countless lessons you'll be taught and tested over through the course of your stay on Emiri. Perhaps you won't be so unlucky and have someone to share in the experience. ( 01.01 - 01.17 ) ☄ BOARDED UP: Crew members located in this city will be passed a flier by an unrecognizable stranger who is immediately swallowed up in the crowd of Harashan; being able to follow them will be impossible. Yet, the thin paper has nothing on it but a specific address. Asking some of the locals eventually leads to an abandoned station on the outskirts of the city in the opposite direction of the Aerospace. It's dirty and falling apart, like the residents of Emiri have completely ignored its existence. There are also signs of a struggle in random areas throughout—black scorch marks, bullet holes, and dried blood stains. Yet, the most noticeable feature is the single flag tacked onto a wall just down a flight of steps that leads to a closed subway system bearing an unfamiliar symbol. What happened here? Why won't anyone know what you're talking about if you question them? Something seems to be brewing beneath the business-driven energy of Harashan. ( 01.18 )
AvelleRomance & Love
Map of AvellePopulation: ~ 2.1 million
Major Landmark: Wem-Run River
Crime Rate: 15%
Avelle is Emiri's second largest city and is centered around those individuals looking for their second based on love compatibility versus the "entire package". However, it differs from Harashan due to its increase in families rather than individuals and is more suburban in its layout. While it does have schools and general places as Harashan does, its most noted feature is the Wem-Run River, which courses through the center of the city. Much of Avelle's energy and livelihood is generated by this natural formation, but the water is not drinkable. Their motto is: Finding your second is finding your soulmate. The first time is the only time.☄ FAMILY MATTERS: Congratulations! You've been given the keys to a new place of your very own, completely furnished and with no strings attached. But there's always a catch, right? Well. It's the starting foundation of your new life with your second—regardless of whether or not you've met. So, get settled and get comfortable. You have a while to figure out what you're going to do. ( 01.01 - 01.17 )
☄ BOMBS AWAY: Crew members located in this city will suddenly feel the slightest tremor shake the ground. Depending on how close you are to the Wem-Run River, it might be possible to see the remains of a burning ship. You might even notice the few figures in the water who are immediately swept up by - what appear to be - the authorities of Avelle. If you're further from the water, there will be thick black smoke pouring into the air, and as the crowd begins to grow larger, it's almost impossible to see what happens across the river. Yet, some of the debris will wash ashore eventually, and pieces of the boat will bear an unfamiliar symbol. What happened here? Why won't anyone know what you're talking about if you question them? Why do they whisper Komai? Something seems to be brewing beneath the light-hearted energy of Avelle. ( 01.18 )
St. MurtelGenetic & Biological
Map of St. MurtelPopulation: ~ 867,000
Major Landmark: Link'd Inc. Gen-Lab
Success Rate: ERROR
Unlike other cities across Emiri, St. Murtel's access is extremely limited and monitored closely. It is the center of medicial-related queries as well as laboratories and other screening facilities. Physical and mental conditioning and other educations are held in the pristine buildings of St. Murtel due to its heavy focus on pairing people from a genetic level to "create a better future". The streets are clean despite the vast highways that runs either side of the center of the city. Settled between these busy roads is the Link'd Inc. Gen-Lab. Their motto is: Finding your second is for the future. A perfect legacy is only born once.
☄ INFANT POSSIBILITIES: The future is closer than you think! With help from several Link'd Inc. sources, you can now know what your offspring will look like. Accessing the system is easy, and all candidates who have been logged through Link'd Inc.'s matching process will be available to view by anyone. Not the most precious thing you've ever seen? Don't worry! There are even programs that assist with altering what those genes may produce so that you can have exactly what you've always wanted. ( 01.01 - 01.17 )
☄ CUFFED: Crew members located in this city will notice an unrest arising within the people slowly gathering outside the Link'd Inc. Gen-Lab. Upon closer inspection, it seems the authorities have been contacted due to some sort of threat, and if you look even closer, that "threat" is a person being arrested and detained for questioning. What might strike you as odd is the an unfamiliar symbol inked into the back of their jacket and the shout the stranger gets out before being shoved into a locked vehicle. "The Komai won't stop until it's over!" What's happened here? Why won't anyone know what you're talking about if you question them? Who was that person and what did they mean? Something seems to be brewing beneath the strict energy of St. Murtel. ( 01.18 )
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thisavrou_log2016-01-01 12:09 am
observation deck
Not wanting to be rude, and wanting to be as hospitable as possible, he makes his approach. He's fully armoured despite it being unnecessary because after the events of last month, he just feels safer that way, but he gets the feeling from looking at the stranger's getup that it won't bother them too much. Probably.
"Hey there," he greets, offering a wave that's half in an effort to get the guy's attention. Stopping a few feet away from the new arrival, Wash lowers his arm and tilts his head to one side, questioning. "You new? Need some help or anything?" Even if it's just a guide to get the guy to his room, Wash doesn't mind helping out, especially if the guy is new. Wash knows how weird it is to wind up here through the Ingress, and knows that some help is generally appreciated.
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The newcomer receives more careful inspection. The frame looks almost synthetic, even if the vocal patterns and behavior generated don't match. He snaps off a quick scan to be sure. Either way, it's keeping enough distance not to threaten, and the offer of assistance is... unmistakeable. Not wanted, not completely (he doesn't need anything from users), but apart from a harsh beat in the enforcer's ticking rumble, he manages not to show too much offense. Data is too valuable a resource to dismiss completely out of hand.
Still the first query Rinzler wants resolved errs more on the side of curious than practical. The enforcer's stare lingers for a moment on the armored shape, before tipping back toward the array of blackness... and tilting a little sideways in return.
What's that?
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At first, he wonders if he's offended the guy somehow by asking if he needs help. Some people get offended by that, right? Pursing his lips, Wash continues in silence, and it's only then that he realizes the noise he's hearing, the gentle, mechanical whirring, is coming from... Well, the stranger standing in front of him. That's...different. He wants to ask, but then he finally gets more of a reaction from the guy.
Wash watches him for a second, then follows his gaze out the window, out into the expanse of space. There's still silence but for the whirring, but he feels like there's a reason for that now. He's starting to get the inkling that maybe this guy can't actually speak. Namely because he hasn't yet. And Wash is sensing a question in that gaze.
"...You never seen space before?" He asks finally, gaze returning to the new arrival. He's not surprised--he's used to people having been in space where he's from, but he knows that a lot of the people here have never actually been to space before. He's betting that's the case here, too. "That's it. Emptiness and stars, along with the occasional planet."
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Stars, presumably, matches to the distant lights, but the enforcer's attitude is still settled solidly at skeptical as he reaches back for his bag. The motion's not particularly aggressive, and bypasses both the dark-stained lengths of wood protruding from his backpack and the disk docked in his back, instead retrieving a small... cell phone? Well, if Wash had needed more proof this person was new here, his typing into the device should do it. The MID would be much more efficient for anyone who knew how to use it.
Still, the program doesn't take long, and when he holds up the small display, there's a couple short lines of text.
Space: available memory for file storage or install.
'Planet': [unknown].
Rinzler's helmet fixes pointedly on the user. Context now please.
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When the display is help up for him to read, Wash's eyes glance over it and his brow furrows slightly. That's...odd. He's got the wrong definition of space, and doesn't even know what a planet is? Where is this guy from?
"Not that kind of space." He shakes his head, giving Rinzler an odd look. Why the computer term? Why is that his first thought when it comes to the word space? "Like... Outer space. The universe. The thing that contains everything else." ...Is that a good explanation? He really hopes so. "And a planet... It's basically a huge rock where things...people, animals, life in general lives."
He may not be the best person to be giving definitions, but those are the only things that come to mind when asked to fill in the blanks about those two things. Now though, he's got a question of his own:
"Where are you from?"
no subject
More data required. He files the terms away for later, returning attention briefly to the phone for a response.
Compiled in closed system. Designation: the Grid.
Exported to user system (Inugami): -3 decicycles.
Exported to local system: -0.1 millicycle.
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"A closed system?" He repeats aloud. "Exported?" Those terms make his mind go one place. And it's...kind of a place he's not the most comfortable going right now--it's kind of cool, if he's right, but at the same time, it makes him wary after... Well. After what happened back home.
"Are you... By any chance, are you an artificial intelligence?" He finally asks. He has to ask. It makes sense with the way the guy talks--or rather, the terms he uses and his definition of space. Plus, only AIs keep that kind of track of time.
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Program.
Not a system. Just a piece of one. And certainly nothing users meant to be intelligent. The difference might be functionally one of semantics, but it's one Rinzler feels strongly about. Especially since to his
limitedknowledge, users didn't make him at all.no subject
But he tells himself, this isn't like this last time. This isn't like Epsilon. This one isn't going in his head, this one is just...here. In its own body. And that's where it's going to stay.
"Oh. Okay." He responds simply at first, not really sure where to go from there. He doesn't want to discriminate though, just because of his bad experience with an AI that he doesn't want to think about--can't think about--right now. So he carries on like he would for any other new crew member. "Well, if you need anything, feel free to ask. I wouldn't mind showing you around or showing you how your MID works, or... Anything like that, really."
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He's just about ready to dismiss the offer too—he can orient himself just fine. Still, one tag sparks an interest.
MID?
The mask angles briefly. The user in the scan room had mentioned that term too. In reference to... the shackle? He knew it worked as some kind of tracker (all the more reason to dispose of it without delay), but the user's saying it has functions they can use?
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"The device they put on your wrist when you first sign your contract and everything. It's got all kinds of uses. The most important is the network function--you can talk to anyone and everyone on the ship with it. It does video, audio, and text, so it all depends on your preference how you talk to people." He explains, lowering his arms. Wash thinks it's a really cool, handy system, personally, so he doesn't mind explaining it at all. "There's also a directory of all the crew members, so if you're looking for a certain person, you can easily contact them! Also, it has a couple games to play for when you're bored."
Obviously, that last part had to be added. Everyone gets bored, so the games added is nice, he thinks, even if that new one is...not so pleasant, after the experiences of last month.
"'Bonsai' is my favourite." He adds with a hidden smile. "But yeah, they're really useful things."
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That's different.
The phone returns to the program's backpack as he investigates the display. Wash will have to wait through a half-minute of uncommunicative rumbling, but it doesn't take Rinzler long at all to find a text function, and by the time he does, that skepticism's shifted to unsubtle curiosity.
'Bonsai'?
This time, instead of a tiny phone screen, the lines pop up in another holographic window. Another quick manipulation, and it's even facing Wash. Progress!
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"Yeah!" Did his voice just get a little more excited? Maybe. Again, Wash nods, grinning away under his helmet. He's really fond of this silly game, okay, so getting to talk about it and explain it to someone is kind of fun.
"It's this game, and okay, it's a little silly--" Completely silly and not worth this amount of enthusiasm. "--But you grow and raise these little cats and look after them and everything. It's simple, but it's a lot of fun, and a good time-waster, too."