february mod plot log

Who: Everyone
When: February 3rd to February 28th
Where: Thisavrou + New Worlds
Warnings: death, blood, violence, torture

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

⋆ All information is current as of day 32 ( there are 100 days in a cycle, which started on January 1st).

⋆ The storm around Thisavrou is particularly volatile this month - plums of dark energy twist and turn. There’s an upsurge in the number of Outpost techs called in to work in an effort to monitor and research Thisavrou’s unruly cage. Weather on Kauto is a moderate 70°F / 21°C during the day and 65°F / 18 °C at night, and Chioni’s has reached record highs of 130°F / 54°C at peak hours.

⋆ Savrii Notices:

Region One grocery depots are offering fifty percent off of any item purchased between day 41 and 45.
Region Four’s population of Gorgóna are giving away free underwater training lessons on the 51st day.

⋆ Mission notices have been posted to TABs for anyone interested in earning a little extra cash. Available missions are listed below:

Day 39 (February 10th) - The locals of Region Three (R3) are in need of “pest” control assistance. Creatures called Tanglesnakes have infested the trees and are eating the natives’ homes! Anyone willing to remove them will be paid 100 sencs per Tanglesnake. However, catching them might be tricky; they are quite fast and are smart enough not to be lured by snacks or kind words of encouragement! They also have a tendency to curl around and trip up anyone after them, hence their name.
Day 47 (February 18th) - The waters of Chioni are boiling! Scientists stationed out on the third burg are asking volunteers to bring back samples for study. Anyone willing to risk the harsh climates of Chioni will be compensated with 250 sencs as well as travel expenses up to 80 sencs.
Day 55 (February 26th) - The majority of Savrii responsible for the Ingress Complex’s upkeep have suddenly fallen ill, which has left them short staffed. For those not too proud to pick up trash and put a little elbow grease into shining the windows, compensation will be given for the time. This mission pays 40 sencs per hour.

⋆ As a welcome gift to all the new visitors, Savrii will be handing out treats.

ingress travel info

⋆ Signatures are the base reason for traveling through the Ingress (aside from general exploration and monetary gain) and are used to discover the correct world visitors on Thisavrou wish to return to. Every visit through a different Ingress brings the technicians a little closer to finding it. The two worlds open for access this month only have a slight impact on the signature of each person who travels.

⋆ Missions are jobs or specific tasks listed on the TAB once new worlds are open for exploration. Be sure to check if Clearance Levels are required to accept some of these missions.

⋆Clearance Levels are given to visitors for the length of time they have been on Thisavrou (or traveling on the Moira). Each CL offers access to certain things or incentives that others will not have.

aueia

⋆ To welcome the new arrivals to Thisavrou, all visitors will be granted access to one of the worlds already known to the Savrii. Aueia (proper pronunciation here) is the native homeworld of a species some Moirans may already be familiar with: the migratory space whales. While isolated from the rest of the galaxy, the whales’ homeworld has been known to the Savrii for generations and viewed as a peaceful center of cultural exchange.

⋆ Although some disorientation is common enough with all Ingress travel, transit to Aueia is commonplace enough to make the trip relatively straightforward. A brief sensation of a fall and a wash of color (felt as much as seen), and visitors will find themselves stepping out onto the greeting dock. To leave, characters may make use of the same portal, or explore to find their own—there are multiple transit points scattered through the world, as well as a few maps designed for humanoid interpretation.

⋆ A gas giant encircled by a unique interstellar medium, Aueia holds three distinct zones.

The outermost layer, or "sea" of the planet, consists of a liquid shell inhabited by a diverse set of fluid-dwelling wildlife. A variety of tours go out regularly to explore the oceans, and platforms are set up along the boundary for those with interest in "beach" play. The fluid composing the sea is a pale green, and has no harmful effects on contact. However, human-analogous life forms will be advised against consuming the mixture, and may experience dizziness, indigestion, or mild hallucinations if they do.
The second, gaseous layer, composes the main range of habitation for visitors and other non-aquatic life. With an oxygen-rich atmosphere and a wide distance from the denser planet core, this region of the planet includes the Ingress dock and the majority of non-native living areas. It’s also known for its low gravity! A wide array of ships and settlements can be found floating through this layer of Auiea, including trade barges, explorers, and a wide variety of schools and learning centers. The lower one goes, however, the less stable the atmosphere, and pockets of dangerous or flammable gases have been known to gather near the boundary with layer three. Gliding equipment can be borrowed or rented at low cost for those who want to travel unassisted. However, visitors with no means of propulsion should take care—falling means a very long way down. On the other hand, you’ll have plenty of time to flag a passing flier to come grab you.
A strong layer of electromagnetic distortion separates the habitable second layer from the third. Once crossed, both gravity and pressure intensifies rapidly, well beyond the tolerance of most beings. Standard materials dropped through this layer will crumple and compress before sinking out of sight behind the orange haze of the interior. Even more disconcerting are the shapes that can occasionally be seen within: odd, gigantic silhouettes brushing by the surface of their world. These deep-sea wildlife can’t cross the pressure differential on their own, but are widely regarded as one of the main hazards to any efforts to explore the lower zone. By visitors, at least-- the whales of Aueia are the undisputed masters of their planet, and the only species known to move freely through all layers of their world.

⋆ As a world visited regularly by the Savrii, Auiea has a relay station set up to enable communication through the Ingress. Some lag may be expected, but TAB functions should persist.

⋆ Clearance Information (Each person can take what is noted for their CL or below into this world.):

CL 1 - Clothing, swimming equipment.

CL 2 - Personal weapons.
CL 3 - Private transportation.
CL 4 - Small ships.
CL 5 - Extended stay or the right to build.

⋆Missions available:

Wildlife Preservation - The outer layer of Aueia is home to many creatures. Senc donations will be made to anyone that spends volunteer time cleaning up and caring for the wildlife here. (50 sencs per hour).
Object Retrieval - Samples, samples, samples. A sample (it doesn’t matter what it is) from each zone can be sold back on Thisavrou. Z-1 (100 sencs). Z-2 (200 sencs). Z-3 (300 sencs). Savrii will absolutely not purchase creatures that were hunted and killed. However, there might be visitors on Thisavrou interested in this.

(All sencs are awarded ICly when you come back through. OOCly, you keep track of what you earn.)

eosoros (cw: death, blood, violence, torture)

⋆ Ingress technicians have discovered an energy link to a new world. It has been marked as Exploration Class (EC’s) and all who go through will be given a drone to use for documentation. As with the majority of EC’s, this new world’s Clearance Levels will center around weaponry, and most missions focus on security, research, and object retrieval.

⋆ The Savrii are an inclusive group - when they open this world for exploration, all visitors are allowed to enter. They will be told that, as it has not previously been explored, it could be dangerous and for all to heed that carefully before entering. High-paying missions, listed below, will be offered to anyone willing to take them through and Clearance Levels will be posted and applied to TAB devices.

⋆ The ride through the Ingress might be disorienting for some, though many will notice that the temperature steadily increases as they move through the blue energy. Upon entering this new world, they’ll find that the energy dissipates as soon as the person steps out of it. Discovery of a way out of this place is found in Exploration. Broken up into what can only be described as increasingly terrible levels of horror, this world’s only exit (energy that takes you back to Thisavrou) is found at the end of the seventh sector. Each level can be experienced with the same partner or someone different every shift.

Level One - You are neither here nor there. The ground is a muted grey color, almost ashy, and each leafless tree is an exact copy of the one before it. In the center of each tree is a carving, the word - Go. Ambiguous in nature, it’s hard to tell if it means to go back the way you came or to continue forward. The choice is in the explorer’s hands. No matter what direction you walk in, the landscape never changes. Colorless and barren, but without any sense of impending danger. After a thousand steps, gait is of no importance, there will be an abrupt shift and the second level will begin.
Level Two - That same empty landscape is cut by large, violent storms so close together that there is no place for respite. The wind whips you about, debris flying through the air cuts and breaks, lightening scorches the dirt, and the screams of swept up travelers can be heard from inside the massive dark clouds. The third level starts when the electric heat of a burst of lightning can be felt on your skin.
Level Three - Up to your waist, black slush stretches out for what seems like an eternity. As you trudge through, you’ll feel hands grabbing at your ankles and legs, tugging in an attempt to pull you under. The moment the sludge crests the top of your head, the hands let go. This cycle repeats until you’ve crossed two miles of the putrid liquid, and the instant that you touch land, your entire body will vibrate and you’ll be in the fourth level.
Level Four - Groups of travelers, some who have been here for a long time and did not arrive from Thisavrou, stand around groups of giant boulders. No matter which you choose, the stone will be extremely difficult to push. Grooves in the dirt show that previous visitors have pushed boulders to the top of a small hill and left them there. Whether you push your boulder alone or have help (one stone gets one person through), when it reaches the top, you’ll vanish and enter the fifth level.
Level Five - The heat and smoke surround you. There is only enough space inside the tomb for yourself and whoever else might be inside. Flames billow up on all sides and the stone coffins are hot enough to burn. There are two ways to the next level - put the fire out or let the fire take you.
Level Six - It’s a fight to overthrow. Spread out are thousands of people in various forms of battle - verbal, physical, mental. There is someone standing at the ready to explain, if visitors dare to ask them. They’ll spin a tale of the imbalance of power and how the only way to move forward is to best someone else. The method is up to the visitor, and there is only one rule - be the person with the upper hand and you can continue on.
Level Seven - You are now standing at the beginning of a cavernous, sloping landscape. In the far off distance is a storm set at the top of a craggy mountain. The energy is a familiar shade of blue - you came through energy just like it. It’s a harrowing journey, a labyrinth of twists and turns. Most get lost and overwhelmed looking for the path that takes them to that storm. Those that make it, who step into the light, return back to the place they had come from.

⋆ TABs - Functions stop after going through the Ingress.

⋆ Clearance Information (Each person can take what is noted for their CL or below. Standard methods of transportation can be taken through by any CL holder.):

CL 1 - Small handguns only.

CL 2 - Rifles and shotguns.
CL 3 - Explosive type materials.
CL 4 - Vehicles with affixed weaponry.
CL 5 - Dangerous creatures.

⋆ Missions Available:

Security - Savrii of all backgrounds are looking to hire someone to take them to this new world and bring them back safely. The standard offered rate is 1,000 sencs, but most are open to negotiations.
Research - Technicians are looking for scientific aware minds to document and look into the effects of Ingress energy on this world. They’ll pay handsomely for the information. Anywhere between 200 and 500 sencs, depending.
Object Retrieval - Samples, samples, samples. A sample (it doesn’t matter what it is) from each level fetches a fair price. L-1 (50 sencs). L-2 (70 sencs). L-3 (90 sencs). L-4 (100 sencs). L-5 (150 sencs). L-6 (200 sencs). L-7 (350 sencs).
(All sencs are awarded ICly when you come back through. OOCly, you keep track of what you earn.)

OOC: For questions please go here. Don’t forget to respond to the Activity Check.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[It is, of course, simply spray cast across the young woman's features as she stands there, hurling something into the wind-tossed waves as though it were discus or some other easily-disposable artifact.

It is simply spray, and nothing more. And the small child who watches the thing cut a glittering arc in the sky does not flinch when it impacts the ocean's surface with a faint splash, and, in all likelihood, sinks straight to the bottom.

They regard the culprit with their typical deadened expression, bereft of even a cursory smile.]

What a waste.

[Angel turned, startled by the voice behind her. A hand lifted, quickly wiping at the "spray" on her cheeks, lips pressing themselves up into a line. Strangers didn't need to see her tears, didn't need to be burdened with the messy thoughts cycling endlessly in the siren's head.]

[Normally, she might have been concerned by the presence of the child. Even with her powers reaching a sense of calm, she was still wary around adults. The last thing she wanted to do was put someone so young at the mercy of the worst of her abilities.]

[But out here on the docks, there was very little electricity, very little dangerous components that could burst if Angel didn't manage to keep herself in check.]

[At the very least, she could linger long enough to figure out what the child was talking about.]

I'm... sorry? [Her head tilted to the side.] Are you talking to me?

[They sweep her with a calm, brisk efficiency, eyes darting down and then up again. Human, in all likelihood, or near enough to it to count as such. Therefore as forgettable and cruel as the lot of them.

The subtle arch of one eyebrow. That particular maneuver took quite a bit of practicing to get just right - not that anyone, much less this human-seeming thing, would ever be privy to such knowledge. Demons do not experience faint rushes of pride upon having mastered something so small and so stupid.

Demons speak with a dry tone, dull and distant.]

I fail to see anyone else in the vicinity.

[Well, that was... Rude. Certainly a lot more brisk then she might have expected from a child. But then, on Pandora, children grew up quickly. Wherever this one was from -- she doubted it was Kauto -- it was likely the same. It couldn't be held against them, if that was the case.]

[She managed a smile, halfhearted as it was. Even if her new companion lacked manners, it didn't mean Angel could neglect her own.]

Sorry, I'm just... distracted. [She shook her head, as if that might clear it all away.] You... said it was a waste. Were you talking about the c-- what I threw in the ocean?

[The c-, she says, before aborting her sentence swiftly and inelegantly. The what, precisely? That has its own connotations in and of itself. The child stands rigid, alert, attentive, with all the air and poise of a soldier in a line-up.]

One can only assume you've a steady income, to afford to throw such things away rather than pawn them off.

[Crisp words, coolly cut; spoken with the obvious assumption that she has no such income.]

[That was hardly true. At present, her funds were getting desperately low, enough so that for a moment, Angel found herself regretting casting the thing away.]

[But only a moment.]

It was broken. No one could have gotten any use out of it. [And if they had fixed it somehow... She shuddered at the thought.] No one would want something like that. No one should have something like that.

[Interesting phraseology. It almost inspires one to presume what kind of material might elicit such a shudder. Their low tone implies full well what is already well on their mind; that such an impulsive decision is, without question, quite stupid.]

And melting it down for scrap was, presumably, out of the question.

[It struck Angel as odd that she was being lectured by a child. Early development on more savage worlds or no, it was certainly unexpected. Even Pandoran children knew to respect their elders, and while Angel wouldn't tout such a phrase as law, it certainly didn't seem appropriate to berate her.]

Have I upset you in some way? If it was because I didn't notice you at first, I apologize, truly!

[She'll... ignore the question that the child posed, mostly because she was kicking herself for not thinking of as much. Attribute it to guilt and a clouded mind, she figured.]

[She is direct. They will have to give her that much, to her credit. To her infinitesimal credit. And a complete avoidance of the question itself, to boot. What are they teaching the kids these days?]

I have a rather large bone to pick with the concept of existence as a whole, generally.

[A joke, then, even if it will be lost on those without the proper context. They doubt Frisk would find it very funny, regardless.]

[A strange feeling began to coil in Angel's stomach. Her footing shifted in the slightest, and her gaze shifted to scan the possible exits she had to choose from. Diving into the water was out of the question -- one of the many childhood milestones that had been robbed from her was learning to swim.]

[What she had previous been relieved over, she now cursed. Without much of a power source, her abilities wouldn't be of much use either. Granted, she wanted to avoid a fight at all costs but in the event of one.]

[It was better to fight on all cylinders.]

I'm sorry? [Angel's voice dropped low, like she was attempting to comfort a wild animal.] If there is any way I can help you there, please do let me know...

[...

Either she finds the joke to be significantly less funny than they - likely, given that their sense of humor is as twisted beyond recognition as they are - or she regards them as an animal.

Yes.

That would be it.

The low cadence of her tone, soft and beseeching, strikes a familiar chord. It is as though she speaks to something lesser, something inhuman, something requiring pity and, if they misbehave, would require the appropriate countermeasures, the crack of a hand against a cheek, or worse, to keep them in line.

They are not surprised, no; this is their lot, and they will play their part. And they smile.]

Have you reason for concern? [An innocent lift to their tone, to match the rosiness of their smile.] You seem to be on edge.

[The change in the child's tone was more troubling than anything else. It was a split second shift, left Angel in a state of mental whiplash. For a long moment, she simply gazed at the young person before her. The back of her brain prickled, warning her of an inexplicable threat. It was a sharp juxtaposition to the frame before her. While Angel may have looked as if she might blow away in the wind, this was a child. If any trouble arose...]

[But it wouldn't.]

[Angel shook her head, both responding to the girl and her own troubled mind. There would not any problems. Whatever she had thought she'd seen or heard in her counterpart, it had been an illusion. Perhaps a manifestation of fears, or even her own powers playing tricks on her.]

No, I'm sorry. [She knelt down before the child, offering an apologetic smile.] It's been a long few days, is all.

My name is Angel. Who are you?

[Again, requests that the Fallen Child name themself. Has no one any respect for the calling of a demon, the approach of something beyond salvaging, a concept and a handful of numbers made flesh, for a certain value of "flesh." And they will say again - doe not call up Any that you cannot put downe.

Wasted words, it would seem.

There is a blissful irony in the name, Angel. The angel who has seen the surface; they will return, and the Underground will go empty.

It is true, in its own misleading way, is it not? Still, aside from a dark, amusing tangent, the thought yields nothing but unwanted memories. They eye her as she kneels there, speaking down to them, as most are wont to do. Iron out their expression, dully, and regard her with the empty distance such an exchange invites.]

What do you think?

[Will you, Angel, name the Fallen Child?]

I'm... sorry?

[Had she missed some sort of detail? Perhaps the technicians at the complex had handed out nametags, and the child had lost theirs and forgotten to give Angel hers? That certainly would be in line with the sarcastic kibitzing that the child had subjected her to.]

[Angel scanned the docks, looking for anything more, anything that might have indicated the name of the child before her, yet found nothing. Finally her gaze returned to them, brows drawing together over perplexed eyes.]

I don't understand what you're getting at, I'm afraid.

[They open their hands, palms to the sky, knuckles cracked with the faint latticework of scars that trail along fingertips, down wrists, chasing up arms - disappearing into the sleeves of their sweater, striped with green and with yellow.

Something of the pose, coupled with the serene smile, may smack of something positively cherubic.

If you lack an instinct for danger, perhaps.]

* Name the Fallen Child.

Name the...

[None of it made sense. The earlier sense of foreboding was back, enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck. A flash of light ran down the glowing blue network of tattoos, brain searching once more for some kind of defense, in the event that anything went awry.]

[Yet still she held her ground, studying the child intently. Surely this child couldn't be a threat -- what could they do at least in the form they held. Yet even as Angel thought that, she scolded herself. Here she was, not even 5 feet with scores of bodies with her name on them. If she could do that, this child could be just as much of a threat.]

[Angel straightened up, slipping backward as she did. She was tantalizingly close to the edge, a terrifying prospect in and of itself. She could fall in if she didn't pay attention, or the child could opt to push her. Neither option would end well.]

I don't understand what you're asking me.

[A brief pattern of light chasing down the tattoos on her arm, on one side of her body, coiled about her in asymmetrical, myriad shapes; their significance originally little more than a means of picking her apart from the crowd of otherwise nondescript humanoids, now made flagrant.

Of greater significance than first assumed, it would seem.

They take grim note. Potentially not human, then, though near enough for her to be deserving of the same treatment.

They smile, continuously, shoulders hitching up, briefly, in the barest of shrugs.]

Name me.

[Odd.]

[Questions clung to the tip of her tongue, but failing to fall from her lips. Amidst the fear was the concern that eventually, the child would grow tired of Angel's stalling. What the result of that feeling, perhaps that inevitability might be, the siren didn't want to know.]

[So instead, she set to thinking. She'd never been given a pet, never had a sibling. Coming up with names was a foreign concept to her, she didn't know what proper custom was meant to be here. The names of those she cared about, the names of those she had lost came to mind, but she didn't speak them aloud.]

[There was one name. Inappropriate for a living being, perhaps, but with some tweaking...]

C.T.? [Angel's voice came out small, unsure of the idea. It wasn't a perfect fit -- they didn't match the origin of the name. But they were both small, and the robot had always brought a smile to her lips.]

[She could use a smile right about now.]

[C.T.

Yet she would be the first to take the offer, the request, for what it is, and she does, indeed - Name the Fallen Human. It is fewer than six letters. It will be do the job.]

CT.

[A languorous twitch to their lips, and their hands fall back to their sides, neatly.]

Why not?

[This place was odd. Not Pandora, eat your intestines and make a pizza out of your face odd, but odd all the same. The sensation of fear had yet to ebb, had yet to ease its way from her system, but she could relax in the slightest. She'd succeeded, passed whatever test the child had offered her.]

[And now they had a name. C.T.]

That's okay? You are okay with a name like that? [Her brow furrowed.] No one has given you a name before this? [Again, incredibly weird.]

[She passed the loading screen, in any case. Their tone reacquires its dull cadence, dismissive.]

Six letters or fewer. I wear whatever name is necessary.

[There is, of course, * The true name, but you do not simply get your fingertips on content such as that without a little bit of digging. Dirty hackers are ever so dreadfully impatient.

A good thing, then, that patience is not one of their virtues.]

[The perplexing answer did little to loosen the siren's tightly knit brow. Whatever name necessary didn't answer her questions, not even close. It meant that there had been other names, perhaps a real name.]

Can I ask you what your parents called you then? Your family? [A pause.] You don't have to tell me, but I would like to know. C.T. isn't the best of names. Even if it is... well. What you said.

[What did their parents call them? Their family? Well, golly, Angel, you sure did open that can of worms; now lie in it! They smile, broadly, and altogether too brightly.]

A horrific mistake, generally.

[To call the look on Angel's face horrified would be the biggest understatement in the history of time. She took a startled step back, as if their words carried a physical weight to them. Then came the sympathy, its tides washing cooling the brief fire in Angel's gut and easing the strain in her muscles. She corrected her footing, stepping back to the child, to C.T., and reaching a hand out.]

My dad was awful like that too. [Perhaps never going as far as calling her a mistake, but the implication was there. What else would a child who killed her mother be, after all?]

I have a hard time believing anyone to be a mistake, least of all not a child. I hope that helps for something. [Angel knew all too well it wouldn't have helped her.]

[...

That's not how this is supposed to go.

She looks horrified. She looks scared, she looks - she looks as though someone has just told her something terrible, rather than the plain, simple, earnest truth. They know exactly what it is they are. Mistake. Demon. Not the greatest person. They are increase of a number, the arc of a knife. They are a blight, a ravaging thing that catalyzed the destruction of a marriage, the dissolution of an entire kingdom. They looked at what they had done, and they had laughed, because they had always known it to be true of humans. Of creatures like them.

And then.

Then she puts forth the sustained, the last, the final insult.

She pities them.

For a fraction of a heartbeat, their smile flickers, and there is something that is, undeniably, recognizable as shock.]

february mod plot log

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

ingress travel info

aueia

eosoros (cw: death, blood, violence, torture)

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