thisavrou_log | ( january intro log )

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( january intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: January 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning

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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.

HARASHAN
Commercial & 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 )

Avelle
Romance & 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. Murtel
Genetic & 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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[Moving down the corridor with the Lady Gay in hand, Jacky felt ridiculously grateful that the heat had come back on. She'd suffered through colder, but nothing about that had been easy. Plus, now that the heat had stabilised, she could finally restring the Lady Gay and play again.

Which. She may have been doing as she walked, her attention mostly focused on the thin strings instead of the area around her. So when she looked up at the crossbar, intending on turning left towards the bar, she was extremely startled to find a muddy, bloody figure dead ahead.]

Fuckin' 'ell!

[ The sound of music floating down the halls ought to have made it easier to avoid people. But where the old stone and wood of Yamatai seemed to muffle and funnel every sound to her, the halls of the large ship echoed, unfamiliar and impossible to pin point.

And it would be her luck to nearly run right into the person she was trying to avoid to begin with. Lara flinches hard at the yell, again at the reflective pain of the sudden move and dances backwards quickly, hand dropping to her pick axe. ]

Get back!

[Freezing in place, her hands held awkwardly in front of her with her partially tuned fiddle and bow (and thus unable to reach for her shiv without being completely obvious about it, damn it all), Jacky rolled her shoulders and slumped a bit, trying to make herself seem completely harmless.]

A'ight, a'ight, i's'alright, yeah? Look, I'm not a threat, just a girl trying to tune her fiddle. [As she talked, she took better stock of the woman standing before her, and she didn't like what she saw.] Hey, you're hurt, aye? You should get one of the loblolly's to look at it, yeah? Don't want to take infection, take it from me.

[ Lara's breathing is coming to fast, her heart pounding too loud in her ears. God, is she going mad. ]

I- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. [ A single detail breaks through the rapid fire pace of her thoughts. ] You're English.

[ She says it the way one might say "Oh thank god, a doctor." were the situation slightly different. ]

[Slowly, so very slowly, Jacky inched closer.]

Aye, that I am. Jacky, Jacky Faber, at your service. Lieutenant in His Majesty's Navy, so you can trust me. I give you my word as an Officer.

[She didn't appear to be going for that wicked bit of metal at her hip, but Jacky wasn't going to do anything foolish. This girl looked like a bit of rigging worn thin enough to snap.]

Come on, you need to see a doctor.

[ She feels like she's moving away from an edge, little by little, terrified it might give way underneath. Perhaps not as terrifying as it ought to be, given recent experiences. Too much adrenaline with no outlet.

Lara forces out a breath and holds up her hands. First thing's first. ]

Lieutenant Faber, this. We're in space.

[ It's sort of a question. ]

[Jacky had to bite back on the bark of laughter. She didn't want to startle the girl, but, yeah.]

Ah, yes. Yes we are. We are in a ship with sails but no rigging, flying through the heavens, and, no, y'cain't go outside.

[Now that it's been awhile, she can almost forget how terrifying the whole concept was (thanks, Ratchet).]

[ Lara lets out a slow breath, letting that answer settle in her mind. ]

I'd ask if this was all a dream, but I don't know if I would like any answer you'd give me.

[ That and she can't imagine why she would start dreaming about spaceships. Instead she asks the next question that seems most important. ]

Are we safe?

No, you aren't dreaming, and yes, we are safe.

[She said these words with all the conviction she could muster. She didn't know this girl, but she knew that desperation, and she meant what she said.]

Now, how about we get you to the surgeon? I promise, I'll keep you safe.

[ A small smile tugs at the corners of Lara's mouth. ]

It just occurred to me, no one's said that to me- [ She shrugs it off with a roll of her shoulders. ] No, nevermind. Thank you, Lieutenant, I'm calmer now.

It is no problem, I promise. There's been many a time in my life where someone's had to reassure me; I'm happy to pay it forward.

Listen, y'can call me Jacky, if you like.

Jacky, all right. I'm Lara.

[ The tension was leaving her in increments, though not completely. She kept her head up, eyes tracking occasionally away from Jacky to the surrounding hall.]

You said something about a doctor? [ Another smile, trying for humor.] I've the worst headache, you see.

[Jacky gave her something between a wince and a smile.] Aye, I imagine you do. Least you're not throwing up!

[She jerked her head toward one of the hallways.] The infirmary's down this way; they'll get you fixed up right quick! Pro'ly can do somethin' for your head, too.

[ Lara decided against mentioning she hadn't put enough in her stomach recently to vomit it back up.

The walk is brief and somehow shockingly uneventful and after is a blur of nurses and the sharp sting of cuts and injuries being disinfected. Jacky might find Lara later, slipping out of the infirmary in a clean new uniform and clearly ignoring her bed rest directive. ]

[Jacky wouldn't admit it, but she was definitely loitering around the surgeon's because she was worried about Lara. The science in the future was good enough to heal people from the dead (or so she believed), but the girl looked Bad. Jacky'd been there.

And since she'd been there, too, she wasn't all that surprised that she caught sight of Lara leaving the surgeon's office looking like she was sneaking out of an enemy camp. Laughing to herself, she hopped down off the bit of architecture she'd been perched on to finish tuning the Lady Gay and approached Lara.]

All fixed up, then?

[ It's a testament to how much better she actually is feeling that she doesn't startle to hard when she hears Jacky's voice. Only a slight jump and then she straightens with a slightly shy smile. ]

Yes, thank you.

No problem at all! I'm glad to hear it. Heading to your room, were you? Cain't blame you; the surgeon's room is the opposite of restful, in my opinion.

[She's not sure where Lara's room is, but she sure is intent on getting her there.]

[ That is, in fact, the very last place she was thinking about going. ]

Actually, I was thinking of having a look about. [ She tucks a stray bit of hair behind her ear, feeling a little embarrassed. ] Seeing as I'm, ah, less delirious than before.

[Jacky gave her a very sceptical look. She looked better, but she still looked peakish around the eyes.] If you aren't going to go rest in your room, I'll take you to the mess. You look like you could use a warm meal. [And with the heat back on, that's an actual possibility.]

[ As if on cue, her stomach growls loudly. Lara winces, blushing a little. Still she smiles gamely enough..]

That would be nice, actually. Thank you.

[Chuckling, Jacky led her down to the mess. Taking a moment, she tucked the Lady Gay away under the bar before guiding Lara over to the serve-yourself section of the mess hall.]

Here we are! Got some sort of green lasagne, some 'stir fry' with greens and peppers and some good hearty root vegetables, some potatoes au gratin, over here are curried chicken sandwiches, and some macaroni and cheddar with scallions and ham.

[Grabbing two plates, she handed one to Lara and started grabbing some grub herself. No burgoo or weevils in the rolls; definitely an improvement over some ships she'd been pressed on. And, yes, she's taking one of everything.]

[ The last meal Lara had was poorly dried venison. She's not far behind Jacky, taking a little of everything and trying to keep the portions actually small.

Once they sit, Lara dives into her food, though she does at least make an effort to not inhale it. It'd be a waste to get sick.]

It's delicious!

[Tapping her roll on the table (some habits are impossible to quit, even knowing better), Jacky beamed at Lara.] It is! The head of the mess--you'll meet him soon enough--always despairs over getting people who don't know how to cook, but I think they do a bang up job!

[Shovelling a healthy portion of grub into her maw, she swallowed before asking:] Where're you from, Lara? North of London?

[ There's a pause while Lara eats, only offering a nod in agreement that the food was in fact wonderful. She manages to restrain herself from immediately shoving more food into her face so she can answer Jacky's question. ]

South-west, actually, Wimbledon. You?

If'n you want to get particular, I were born in a small town north of London, but me parents me sister and I moved when I were three to the city proper. [Where they all died from the plague scant years later.] I grew up on the streets, under Blackfriar's Bridge to be precise. One of Rooster Charlie's gang.

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