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"Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us."
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. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.
Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.
Having left Amissis-Re behind, tensions among crew members have continued to escalate into ship-wide consequences, and recognizing the need for some separation among those aboard the Moira, the Captains make the unanimous decision to deviate from their present course to a "nearby" planet that is notable for such popular distractions. While it is not a permanent solution, measures are being taken to monitor the crew's morale much more closely. New arrivals will be treated as they always are; yet, now, more than ever, it is important to stress the balance of working together toward their goal of reaching their destination so that everyone will return home.
WELCOME TO COLLECTIVES ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
The Collective is a paradise resort located far from any other neighboring planets to offer the most leisurely experience possible to its patrons. Artificially created for multiple uses, it is divided into separate locales interconnected with a tubing transport system that is so fast and efficient that it’s like being teleported to the next area. Extensive mapping can be found at various intersecting points to offer some direction, and there are even recognizable adverts from a very familiar stop months before spread out across the Collective. Whether looking to explore or to simply shed the weight of anxiety, there are plenty of opportunities to be found within ASH3, BF3, and CLF5.
All crew members are given a card from the Captains that has an unlimited amount of credits on it. Organized through trade, these allow Moirans access to any of the luxuries that the Collective has to offer aside from the purchase of items considered weapons due to the escalation of recent events. Food, clothes, trinkets, or even a full spa experience—the limits, otherwise, are endless. The Captains emphasize that this is time to relax and take a break from the grind that is living and working on a spaceship as unique as the Moira.
☄ B.E.A.C.H! THE BEST ESCAPE ANYONE CAN HAVE!
For those seeking a fun time, the Collective offers a variety of activities on ASH3. There are multiple beaches to enjoy as well as beachside kiosks offering drinks, beach toys and surf equipment for those a little more sports-minded. The tide washes in beautiful shells to collect, and there are always life-guards on duty to make sure everyone stays safe while enjoying their time on the beach. ASH3 offers a safe and friendly environment with plenty of fun in the sun for everyone. There is also a boardwalk full of restaurants, bars and plenty of games and entertainment for when you want to step off the sand but don’t want to give up being out in the sun.For those who can’t or won’t bear the sun, ASH3 also offers a thriving night life on both beach and boardwalk. There are midnight boat tours to view the bioluminescent schools of fish native to the island and bonfire dance parties that go long into the mornings. On the boardwalk, all shops are open until midnight as well as many clubs and social spots where crew can mingle with other tourists in the area.
So you don’t like the sand. It’s too hot, and it gets everywhere. Then hop onto one of the many transportation systems, slip into some warmer clothes, and take to the slopes. More experienced crew can immediately dive in, but those who need help can take lessons on how to ski or snowboard. There’s hot cocoa, sleds, snowball fights, and the occasional person making a snow angel (or snow person). ASH3 also has areas for rock climbing, sky diving, base jumping, bodyboarding, canoeing, hang gliding, jetskis, mountain biking, hiking, and much more.
☄ WHEN I SHOP, THE WORLD GETS BETTER Not everyone enjoys shopping, but this Collective entices even the most frugal and reluctant into spending their credits here. In fact, the Captains are encouraging this. They give the explicit “order” to buy whatever you want for yourself and your fellow crew members, but more than that, to consider making purchases to better the ship. Is there any area of the Moira that needs spruced up? Maybe some fresh paint in the mess hall,or new furniture in the decks? Maybe some fancy curtains for all those windows on the observation deck, or a few throw pillows? New pots and pans for the kitchen might be something to add to this list as well as equipment for the rec area, or whatever else you think BF3 will have to help increase comfort aboard the Moira.
To enhance your shopping experience, the technology here allows you to try on clothes without lifting a hand. The food here is an unlimited spread of gourmet dining to comfort food and every dessert you can think of. When you’re finished with your purchases, have all your packages and larger items delivered back to the ship for you.
☄ TREAT YO SELF The accommodations on the Collective of CLF5 are as unique as they come. Lodging is available for those who want to sleep in an environment that’s underwater or perhaps those who desire something as simple as a soft bed. No matter what kind of room you want to purchase for the night, it’ll be available here, and the only true limit is the imagination. When you aren’t relaxing in a hotel room, you’ll find that there are numerous spas and hair salons that offer varied services. Gold face masks rejuvenate your skin, the Ever Young™ Spa can make you look ten years younger with one treatment, and the mud baths are known across the universes for making you feel youthful and refreshed. If you’re looking for a new hairstyle or to relax, this Collective is the place for you to spend those hard-earned credits.
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Sole Survivor | Fallout 4 | OTA LET ME HAVE IT
[At the sensation of being pulled in by the Ingress William grows concerned that maybe he hit his head a little too hard. Hard to tell which hit is the one that did it, it happens to often, but by the time he's done cursing himself for not stopping at the doctor's his eyes are open and he's...okay, where the hell is he?
...And why is he only wearing his underwear?
Hearing a familiar bark beside him, William looks down and spots Dogmeat sniffing around at his feet, whining lightly.]
Hey, at least they let you keep your fur.
[Muttering, he checks himself over, noting his still has his pack strapped around his shoulder hanging at his side. He digs in and notices some railroad spikes in there, ammo, he takes note of a clunky looking computer mounted on his right arm as well, but his eyes seem to light up as he pulls out an old looking box of cereal.]
Hey, they didn't take my Sugar Bombs.
[He's so excited about this discovery that he doesn't notice he also has his sniper rifle and his Railway rifle strapped and dangling on his back. His priorities are just fine, thank you very much!]
Life's a B.E.A.C.H and then you die a little on the inside
[A beach.
It feels like ages since William last sat on the sand, watched the waves hit the shore, and generally relaxed. Oddly enough it's not his current situation that's preventing him from actually enjoying this. He's used to his life changing in an instant, waking up in odd places, etc.
But whatever, right? Just because he has very strong lingering nagging feelings that wont leave him the hell alone doesn't mean he can't try to cover them up and act like everything is okay, right? Right. Which is why he can be found, after changing into the uniform he was given, playing fetch with Dogmeat on the beach.
This lasts for exactly ten minutes before William hits the kiosks and grabs himself a drink. Or two. Or three. When it becomes clear that William isn't about to move any time soon his canine companion whines at his side with a stick in his mouth, to which he responds by grabbing it and throwing it, now playing fetch with the dog while ordering drink after drink. He knows how to have fun, this guy.]
I don't have a clever title for this so SHOPPING
[A credit card.
One of the things he never really grew accustomed to was paying for everything in fucking bottlecaps. He thought it was stupid when he first awoke from his 200 year slumber and he still thinks it's stupid. It had to be one of the most frustrating things about the new world. Carrying sacks and sacks of bottlecaps, weighing him down the more he earned. But a credit card. This was how you did it pre-war - well, that and cash, but shhh that's not what he's holding right now.
William already has his bag filled with random objects that he plans on taking apart later to make use of their parts. If it's metal, he buys it. Hell, if it's plastic, he buys it. He buys clothes for himself as well, because the longer he stays in the ship's uniform the more it reminds him of something that's too painful to think about.
But the most important thing...]
Aw, c'mon Dogmeat, I think it looks spiffy.
[Dogmeat whines and shakes, loosening the white bandanna William attempted to put on him until it falls to the floor.]
I know you like your old bandanna, but it's gone.
[Dogmeat whines again.]
Okay, fine...we'll keep looking.
[Please mind the guy talking to his dog in the middle of the shop.]
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Whoa, buddy, wait your turn,
[he mutters, righting himself, more flustered than annoyed because he oughta be paying more attention.
Someone was talking to it, right? You can't always tell what is or isn't sentient, but this animal looks like an animal, talking notwithstanding. Maybe it speaks Shyriiwook. He glances around until his gaze falls on the man.]
Friend of yours?
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Yeah, he's my poker buddy. Was just looking for something for him to wear to the big game tonight.
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[The thing is, Han has absolutely no reason not to take that comment at face value. He bends to pick up the bandana and offer it back to William, he's the guy with the thumbs, it makes sense. All the same he'll be polite. Whether or not the animal's sentient it seems like it understands.]
They seem to have about everything for sale here,
[he adds with a shrug, sounding a little dubious. Trusting in a good thing doesn't come easy.]
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[William takes the bandanna with a nod of thanks before putting it back on the rack he found it. At the very least Dogmeat goes on acting like a dog again, sniffing around - mostly by Han - before deciding the new person is okay and just sits down beside his owner.
William understands the dubiousness. In fact, his tone is anything but "I trust this".]
Right? it's almost as if they're trying to distract us from the fact that we're here against our will.
[He embellishes his point by holding up the card they were given.]
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[The tone says he's joking... Sort of. All bluster and bravado, but it's true enough. So maybe this is ill-fated, he figures he'll enjoy the ride until then.]
Hell, we've docked worse places.
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[Of course the whole..."niceness" of the place only makes him more suspicious. But there's no point in running around a paranoid wreck. He may as well go with the flow and figure things out as he goes along. That usually helps.]
Care to elaborate? Had a feeling "beachy resort" wasn't exactly a normal destination for you guys.
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[Should he be talking about the places they've been? So far it seems like the ship's reputation doesn't precede it, but who knows. They've got a destroyed planet behind them, a madwoman and her nightmare Ingress, and the deserted prison. Not exactly an inspiring legacy.]
Mostly it's been looking for supplies, or work.
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Arrival
This new arrival, he catches Deacon's attention immediately. That wrist computer is something that he's only seen on people from his world. Impressive Old World tech. Rare outside of Vault dwellers. He has to talk to this guy.]
Pip-Boy and briefs, that's a bold fashion statement there, pal.
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You know me, I'm a regular trendsetter.
[As he starts stuffing the box back into his bag:] You happen to see any of the others here?
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At the man's question, Deacon's brows pull together in confusion behind his shades. Others? Other what? People with Pip-Boys? Naked people with Pip-Boys? When Elle first appeared, she fit both those categories.]
There's a courier from the Mojave. The Courier. I don't know if you've heard the rumors from back west but, yeah, that's a thing.
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What the hell are you talking about?
[He shakes his head, not giving Deacon the chance to answer that.]
You know what I mean. The others - from home? Familiar faces? Work with me, Deacon.
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This is what it must feel like to other people when he talks to them like he knows them and they have no fucking clue who he is because he's changed his face.
He doesn't like being on the other side of this feeling.]
Sorry, no one else from home around here. Just little old me.
[Deacon replies cautiously. Rule number one: when you don't know a damned thing, don't let the other person know how much you don't know.]
Anyone in particular you were hoping for?
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Well, okay, something definitely isn't right. Deacon is a weird guy but this is a different kind of weird.]
That depends on where "here" is. If this is some kind of hellhole then no, not particularly hoping to see someone I know here.
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[But there is a dog and Frisk is nothing if not a child with flawless priorities.]
A puppy!
[William is, for the moment, entirely and completely ignored as the tiny nine-year-old comes running over to hug and pet and generally love the heck out of Dogmeat for as long as humanly possible. Uh, might want to catch their attention if you want some help, man.]
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Dogmeat, on the other hand, is super enthusiastic by the affection! You now have a dog attempting to lick your face, Frisk! Also he may be a tad stinky because post apocalyptic dog.
William smiles at the scene for a moment before making his way over and kneeling down, deciding he'd probably never get the kid's attention if he doesn't say anything.]
His name is Dogmeat. I think he likes you.
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[When William speaks up, they jump a little before grinning up at him.] Ehe, I like him a lot, too! Um, my name's Frisk!
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[Dogmeat will cheerfully wag his tail and keep up his doggy affection then! It's a sweet sight to see, though the way Frisk places with Dogmeat brings his thoughts back to Shaun for a moment. His smile softens a little before he pulls himself out of his thoughts. It still hurts to think about sometimes.]
Do happen to know what's going on here, Frisk?
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SHOPPING
But when she rounds the corner, she's finally able to see the man speaking and that he is not, in fact, crazy. He has a rather cute shepherd with him and she smiles at the dog when he whines. ]
Aw, lost something of yours along the way?
[ She has no way of knowing if either of them are new to the Moira or possibly just other tourists, but it doesn't hurt to be polite. She looks up at William. ]
Sorry, I heard you talking-- Is it okay to pet him?
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William laughs it off though, before gesturing to the dog.]
By all means. Fair warning though, I haven't had a chance to bathe him since we got here.
[And given the fact that he trounces around irradiated land sometimes getting covered in blood and sleeps on the ground...well, he's probably a little stinky.]
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That's okay. My parents used to have dogs before we moved into the city. I know they can be smelly.
[ She gives Dogmeat a smile, reaching carefully to rub his ears. ]
He's cute. What did you say he lost?
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Oh, and old bandanna I used to put on him. I kind of...left it at our old base after a big move. Annnd then we ended up here. He's sore at me now.
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[ She rubs gently at Dogmeat's scruff, giving him a sympathetic look. It's a little thing but she can totally understand, having had to leave everything of her old life behind. Ava looks up at William. ]
Guess he's not going to budge until he gets used to being here, huh? It sucks. But this is a good place to restock. You were pulled in at a pretty lucky time...which probably doesn't help you feel any better.
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I'll be honest, I'm used to being thrown into shitty situations. It's going to take a lot to throw me off.
[All it's going to take is William getting one good look at space, to be honest.]
And Dogmeat is pretty adaptable. Sometimes he's a baby but he'll be fine.
[Dogmeat turns and barks as if he understood that, but then goes back to receiving affection!]
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