( june intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: June 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Collectives ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the vacation spot of the Collective.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

r & r "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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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Peter Jason Quill | MCU

[sonywalkman]

"DON'T STOP BELIEVING" IS A SEMINAL CLASSIC.

[The first thing, the very first thing, Peter Quill had wanted to do when getting stuck on this ship was--well, not get stuck on said ship, but that point is moot now--ask how in the hell something like this operated without money.

Nothing in the galaxy, whatever galaxy, runs without some sort of currency, and he finds out pretty quickly that the Captains only mean this in a labour sense, a prison sense, not one that makes any sense.

So when he's quickly handed a card, one with unlimited funds on it, he's pretty sure his heart stops.

(Four-billion units. They'd given up a score of four-billion units.)

He isn't sure if this is the universe's idea of a joke, if this is something mocking him, or if this is honestly legit. He's not about to give anyone a chance to second-guess it, learning more about this new "home" away from...not having one anymore be damned.

Down on one of the planets--he doesn't even think about which one, the designations don't even really matter--a boy finds a karaoke bar, and it's like none of this ever even happened.

Love it or hate it, new friend, he is belting Journey right in your face--how they even have this in a galaxy far, far away, he doesn't even care to ask--maybe over dinner, maybe over drinks.

This trainwreck isn't even drunk yet.]


HOOKED ON A FEELING. THAT FEELING IS BOOZE.

[The trainwreck is getting drunk. Star-Lord, as he's calling himself, is starting to slur a bit, and humming something that sounds suspiciously like Fleetwood Mac as he does so.]

Did I ever tell you about the time--

[It's honestly getting a little embarrassing, the foreign alcohol hitting a button nothing back "home" ever really had. Or maybe he just wants it to that much more. Star-Lord is a mess.]

--that I saved--

[He leans into the bar too hard, or over the side just a little too hard, and whoops, there goes a drink. Yours, a dead one long left behind, maybe his own. (Whatever he's about to say, it's not his dignity.) In fact, the words stop short, though after a longer pause than should be necessary, and he mouths a silent "oh god" by way of a half-apology.

#You're Welcome?]


WILDCARD.

[Again, you know how this works.]

HOOKED ON A FEELING. THAT FEELING IS BOOZE.

[averagehero]

[Saitama is actually on the other side of the loudly proclaimed "Star Lord". He overhears a few of the louder bits of the man's drunken tales of adventure. When the drinks start flying, he finally looks over. He'll perk an eye, reaching out to give the man a strong (well, weak for Saitama) pat on the shoulder.]

Dude, you alright?

[sonywalkman]

I am great.

[He definitely isn't. The insistence is slurred, and if he were just slightly less drunk, he would he horrified about pulling a full-on Rocket. He at least rights himself up with little trouble, but his eyes look a bit glazed. Peter, please.

The pat on the shoulder leaves him a little stunned, however.]

There is absolutely nothing about this not to like.

[There's plenty, actually, and he doesn't sound convinced, but he doesn't seem to notice the honesty in the sarcastic inflection.]

Are you alright? You're looking a little...

[Double.]

[bosswald]

[Clara can't believe that Journey even exists on another planet. She also can't believe there is someone who doesn't look intoxicated willingly singing Journey in the middle of a very crowded karaoke bar. She's there to have a nice drink or three and enjoy people embarrassing themselves while drunk, but the guy that's singing now doesn't seem drunk at all.

He actually seems to really be enjoying himself and the music, which is oddly endearing.

So she watches him with great amusement, laughing and cheering as he finishes. Assuming he's from Earth the same as she is, she makes her way over to him once he's done, hopping up on stage with a bounce to her step.]

Do you know Duran Duran too?

[If he's from the same planet as she is, he should.]

[sonywalkman]

[Peter blinks at her slowly a few times, and isn't quite sure how to respond other than with a very indignant gape. This...this isn't supposed to happen. This can't be real, right? He's not home, how--?

For Peter, the criteria works like this: musical taste - off the charts, attractive - very check.

When he's finished gaping, he nods a tad enthusiastically.]

...You...do?

[It's a very well formed answer, all things considered.]

hooked on a feeling

[desperate_times]

[When the drink is knocked off the bar, a woman on the next stool looks down where the mess is. When she speaks, it's with an Australian accent.]

Hey now, I wasn't finished with that.

[Still, judging by the look of him, the man is drunk and probably didn't mean it. He looks more like the idiot-drunk type than the violent-drunk that likes to throw glasses and shout.]

[sonywalkman]

[Peter, this is exceptionally poor form. He straightens right away, the call out having its desired effect, if not to a hyperactive (and still definitely not-all-there) degree.]

Shit...uh. Sorry. [He pauses and then with a half-smile:] Hi, I'm Star-Lord, I'll be ordering your drinks tonight.

[Yes, he does think this is smooth.]

Hooked on a Feeling of Being Wasted

[otiosity]

[Oh no her drink! :(

Normally, she wouldn't mind. Rowdiness and drinks getting spilled are just part of the charm of a night at The Hanged Man. However, here she doesn't have a bartender to forgive her tab or a favorite dwarf buddy to otherwise pick it up. With a swift motion she leans to the side and casts a quick gravity spell to slow the drink down and catch it before it slips past her finger tips.

She straights up quickly with an exhale. The whole thing has left her feeling slightly... dizzy. That's unusual considering the simplicity of the spell. Hopefully that's not something that's going to last but something tells her it is. She shakes her head, as if trying to clear it before turning back to the man at the bar like nothing unusual has happened at all.]

That you saved? Do go on. I love a good rescue story.

bless this

[sonywalkman]

[Sorry, Hawke, he's a little distracted. The leaning, the catching just at the right time; that shouldn't have worked. To his brain, working slowly through the haze of inhibition, he knows something there isn't quite right, but he can't quite put a finger on what.

Oh, well.]

Uh your drink--which you saved, not me...right. Anyway, the galaxy.

[The whole thing, his big grandiose hand gesture implies, but at least this time, it manages to avoid the alcohol. Small wonders.]

WILDCARD - Roomies?

[beautifulspaceraptor]

There's... music coming from his room?

Nihlus pauses in front of the door and listens. He can smell new scents lingering in the air and checking the roster, he sees he has, indeed, been assigned two new roommates.

And here he was just starting to get used to sleeping in an actual room again. Hopefully, no one was an empath.

After a brief moment more of hesitation, he tries knocking. Will anyone hear him over that noise?

[sonywalkman]

[Unfortunately, no. Peter has a tendency to leave his antique headphones at (somehow still impressive) maximum volume, and he does not, in fact, notice a knock or anything else.

Currently, he's laying on an unoccupied bed, staring up at the dome of it, lost entirely in "Moonage Daydream." He's vaguely aware of the concept of roommates, and honestly, he's had it worse than this, but particular etiquette when meeting said roommates?

Demonstratively lacking.]

KARAOKE KARAOKE

[redshitlord]

[He doesn't even regret being in his holomatter form for this. Not when there's a place where people can sing and no one tells them to shut up...]

[He doesn't know this song, but oh man, yes. He is going to cheer. Wildly. And then attempt to clamber up with this guy and claim the next song.]

:)

[sonywalkman]

[Peter is completely unaware of anything other than the fact that this guy is really excited about this, and honestly, can he blame him? Alright, so usually he'd expect a few drinks or so to influence that kind of excitement, but then...here he is, sober.]

Kid, I promise, there's enough Journey to go around for everybody.

[And he's not even sure how. He passes the mic over, a little overwhelmed by the exuberance, but interested to see what he comes up with.]

BOOZE.

[arcreact]

[ Welp, there goes his drink. Which is fine, because he was only half-heartedly pretending to drink it, unlike this guy, who is not doing anything half-heartedly. Frankly, he respects that.

Doesn't mean he's not gonna give him shit, though. ]

Whoa, buddy.

[ Clapping him on the shoulder, which doubles as an attempt to steady him. ]

You might wanna try saving my drink, 'cause it's now all over the floor. I paid someone else's good money for that.

[sonywalkman]

I guess someone else's money will just have to get a new one, huh?

[The sudden shock of the situation, though granted, more a party foul than an actual shock, is enough to jolt him into a mindset a little closer to clear.]

Uh, by which I meant my "not my money." Not your...someone else's...uh. Whatever. Sorry?

[A little. Tangentially. An afterthought. It's what you're supposed to say to people you like, or at least don't dislike, right?]

Wildcard? 8D

[tearmeanewone]

[The day she called dibs on this beach condo was a good day.]

[Sometime in the evening, Elizabeth is out on her beach-facing patio with a drink, a book, and her record player singing out God Only Knows. She looks very happy and comfortable.]

[sonywalkman]

[After spending so long trying to find something resembling home, Peter still finds he has an easier time sleeping up on the ship. It's strange, sure, and very familiar, but something about it is comforting in the face of that sudden, terrible shift.

Boredom brings him out here anyway. He has a job to do, of course, and plenty of one with these captain-sanctioned shopping sprees, but he's done his time being nothing but someone's cargo boy, damn it. He deserves this. (Having done nothing to earn it is entirely not the point).

It's by happenstance that he crosses in front of Elizabeth's temporary condo, and he finds himself slowing to a stop when he recognizes that song. He might be a while away from Earth (moreso now than he ever has been, a fact he's distinctly not thinking about), but ever since becoming a part of this crew, he's found more and more in common with them than he'd ever felt out in the reaches of "Ravager space".

He glances at the record player, trying to hide how agape he is. I haven't seen one of those since--.

However, it's rude to just hang around outside, staring in what probably looks like amazed bewilderment. It takes him a moment--an awkward, long one--to finally approach the woman on the patio.]

I know this is probably going to sound crazy, but...where did you learn about that?

[A small nod to the turntable.]

DON'T STOP BELIIIIEVING

[mttbrandlegs]

[Though he's not familiar with every bit of human music, Mettaton is familiar with Journey. And why wouldn't he be?

A better question would be what heathen had thrown a Journey CD away so that it could be found in the Underground's garbage dump.

That all aside, Mettaton doesn't mind having a human shout lyrics into his face. He's more than happy to join along, and he doesn't even need the lyrics on screen. What a human-loving nerd. Goes great with trainwreck!

Once the song finishes, the pink-eyed robot gives his impromptu singing partner a grin.]

You're quite good, dear!! Do you sing professionally?

[Is he joking? Is he serious? You be the judge, Peter.]

friends don't let friends stop believin

[diamondhack]

[Why Isha keeps wandering in and out of bars is anyone's guess, outside of it being easy ways to steal a bottle and a few cards.

In this exact moment she regrets walking into this particular bar. The plan had been simple: walk in, get a drink, loiter, pilfer, get out. Easy. She'd done this already at least four times in the past few hours.

Yet she has an American in her face half-yelling, half-singing something, and all she can do in instant reaction is to put her hand on his shoulder as she leans back a little. No, she's not being nice about using her prosthetic arm now. The woman can't measure her strength now, not properly, not with how the haptic feedback keeps readjusting continuously until it settles.

So maybe she might be gripping him just a bit too hard as she begins to speak with a primly British accent.]

What in the world are you pretending to sing?

[This is painful and embarrassing. She could only admire the level of bravery and the lack of care this man possessed.]

hooked on a feeling

[smolaf]

[There are a couple of things that Gaby doesn't appreciate being separated from - one of those things is her drinks. It's too late to say sorry now, Starlord. She's a little past the point of tipsy too so her glare has a little more 'oomph' than it usually does.]

I hope you didn't save it like how you didn't save my drink.

[Shame. She was getting into the story too.]

wildcard roomies;

[anytime]

[Dave is out of the room a lot, on the principle that he wants food and sitting still makes it too easy to think about shit he doesn't want to think about and, oh, he should probably search for anyone he knows. In the case of the latter, he's come up sadly lacking, but what can a guy really do.

So his stuff probably appears in a corner almost magically between bouts of wandering around, before he finally comes back and runs into Peter.]

Uh. Hey. What's up.

[Dave just stands there awkwardly in the doorway, nbd.]

wildcard!

[jedimindtrick]

[ While settling in doesn't seem to be as difficult as Obi-Wan has been making it, he still finds that he'd like a drink before heading out to find himself a new place to sleep for the night. Unbeknownst to most, he has been spending his credits, but quietly and not in common company.

Except at the bar, he doesn't have to spend his own credits. The drinks seem to come from anywhere and everywhere, although he turns most away. It's not just him, either, because Kenobi sees it happening all around him. Someone looks thirsty, a drink appears. It's an oddly convenient thing until... ]

Don't drink that.

[ Obi-Wan points to the glass that's just appeared in front of Quill, his own drink still in hand. ]

I'm fairly certain someone's put something in it.

HOOKED ON A FEELING

[pickingup]

[ In her search for making new "friends" and finding new information sources, Natasha finds herself in a bar nursing a drink. If she's honest, the whole thing is a little relaxing, but mostly she's still focusing on meeting people who could be useful or interesting. This guy definitely falls under interesting and she lets her drink fall, even though she could have caught it, because she's trying to look drunker than she is. ]

Looks like you owe me a drink now.

[ She smiles, all flirty charm. ]

DON'T STOP BELIEVING

[goodluckkobra]

[ Kobra's never heard of Karaoke before, but he hears someone belting over the sound system from outside and like any loud noises of the musical variety, it attracts him like a kitten to a laser pointer.

He doesn't know the song, but he knows that he likes it as he walks towards the little stage area. When the song is over, he sends a wave and a grin Peter's way. Oh, he's a fan. ]

BOOZE IS A GREAT FEELING

[dislocked]

[ You're not an alcoholic, Bucky supposes, when you can't get drunk. But there's something psychologically comforting about the burn of whiskey in the back of your throat, the heat of the vodka spreading in your stomach before it dissipates. It provides a fleeting distraction, and being perched at the watering hole with open ears ensures that he hears more from loose tongues than anywhere else.

The man beside him, though, seems to be having the time of his life, exuberant and bright-eyed like he fears nothing in this galaxy. It's a rare sight, he supposes, so when the man knocks his shotglass off, Bucky sighs inaudibly and snags it halfway before it can reach the ground. ]

What did you save?

[ ...Might as well. ]