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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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thisavrou_log2016-06-01 12:20 am
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Are you the sort of person who ends up getting blamed for nothing at all because he refuses to stand up for himself? Honestly, I'd figure most people your age would know better.
[Prometheus has seen Alan Bradley aboard the Moira before. Of course he has, the ship was only so big after all; running into fellow crew members was to be expected. Especially one who has become so infamous for nothing at all.
The Reploid still remember Alan collecting those people to save Rinzler and if that bitterness is seen in the corners of the smile on his face, well... There's really no helping that. Otherwise, he looks casual, leaning against a shelf, hair tied back and dressed in his old clothes. Save for the MID on his wrist, there's nothing on him to indicate he was a member of the Moira's crew]
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Not usually, [Alan says curtly in response to the question. He can guess what the other is referring to -- not like he’s known for much else on the ship -- and that sharp-edged smile is as good an indication as any that he’s being mocked. Alan makes a point of looking away from the stranger afterwards, turning his attention back towards the device in front of him. If the crewman has nothing but taunts to offer, then Alan will ignore him.]
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How cold... And towards one of the few people aboard this ship who didn't immediately jump to the conclusion that you rewrote Rinzler.
[up close, Alan Bradley was even less intimidating than he thought. He was... Average. Unassuming, maybe. A little like how Albert had like to present himself to the public eye. But that's where the similarities ended, Prometheus supposes]
And after that fantastic call for help you did. Honestly, people these days are so very ungrateful; no wonder our justice system is such a hack.
... Are you really considering getting another computer for the ship?
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You’re Prometheus? [Turns out he’s just as perplexing in person; that wide grin of his reveals nothing of his true motivations or thoughts.
The turn of attention back to the computer is jarring, but Alan goes along with it. It’s certainly not the worst direction the conversations could take.]
Just for research. I’d like to understand more about the technology here without taking apart any of the computers already on the Moira. [He doesn’t think the science department would be too happy with him if he used one of theirs after all.]
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It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Alan Bradley... Is what I'd like to say, but we've passed by each other a few times already. The ship is only so big after all.
[he crosses his arms and continues in a jovial tone]
Then maybe you ought to just make your purchase. People are starting to get a little antsy with you staring so intently at that poor price tag. The owners might just call security just to make sure we don't upset other customers at this rate.
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I would, but… I’m not sure how I feel using those cards the captains gave us. I’m pretty sure there’s no legal way to put “infinite” money on an account. [He’s concerned that it’s some kind of trick -- that the transaction will be false, that sometime after they leave (or even before), any money exchanged will prove to be fraudulent, in which case any purchases they make will amount to theft. Alan may be willing to bend the rules when the situation calls for it, but stealing something expensive for what amounts to a personal project pushes well beyond his boundaries.] Given our history on other planets, I’d like to avoid some sort of disaster this time. [Economic or otherwise.]
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[The Maverick was the wrong person to talk about when it came to infinite resources courtesy of sketchy figures. Albert's position as one of the Sage Trinity cemented infinite funds for his little side project and key experiments. Legion was never wanted for money, resources of data after all... Why would they? The people had signed away their privacy centuries ago and the surveillance nature of the government was an open secret. People would do anything for peace.
Useless trash.
But he hears Alan's explanation and laughs, giving away none of the bitterness]
All right then. [he leans back, then suddenly waves a clerk over and hands over his card as he points to the computer Alan was looking at] I'll take this one.
... [the expression he wore when he spoke with the clerk was natural, friendly and casual. But when his attention shifts back to the programmer, that predatory edge returns] Well, I don't mind wreaking a bit of havoc. If you don't want to cause any trouble though, you really ought to stop looking like you're guilty of something.
Relax, Alan. That's the entire point of this exercise.
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He isn’t expecting Prometheus to wave a clerk over, though once he has it isn’t difficult to guess his intentions. Alan watches the transaction without interrupting, though he is giving Prometheus a rather dubious expression.]
I wasn’t aware it was an exercise, [he remarks dryly, though he seems puzzled rather than truly irritated. He doesn’t know why Prometheus has taken this kind of analytical interest in him, besides perhaps from his connection to Rinzler. Not that Prometheus’s interest in the program is any less of a mystery.]
I suppose I should thank you. [Even if Alan isn’t comfortable with the means of procurement, Prometheus seems to made the purchase to keep him out of trouble.] You been very… friendly ever since I came aboard the ship. [It isn’t a question but it might as well be. Prometheus’s welcoming message, his inquiries about Rinzler, the strange way he seemed to swing between opposing views as if trying to line them up with Alan’s… Alan gets the feeling he’s being scrutinized, but he can’t tell for what purpose.]
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Would you have preferred me calling it a 'vacation'? It doesn't really change anything, does it?
[the strangely blank stare Alan receives when he thanks Prometheus is out of character. Then he rolls his shoulders and makes a disgusted noise instead]
'Friendly'? [and now that smile is back, though there's a slightly self-deprecating note to it] I suppose that's one way of interpreting it, if you want to be an idealist. You don't actually believe that assessment do you? Just because I'm good at reading between the lines doesn't mean I want to do the work all the time.
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He gives a self-deprecating smile of his own at Prometheus’s retort. He’d used the word “friendly” because “suspicious” was a little too on the nose. It still is.] You’ve just seemed very involved in what I’m doing. And in my connection to Rinzler. [What makes it more perplexing is that Alan still doesn’t fully understand what opinion Prometheus even holds about the program. For all his apparent interest in Alan’s actions, he hasn’t advocated for any approach -- at least, not conclusively. It gives Alan the impression that he’s looking for information rather than influence.]
You spoke like you knew him long before I arrived. [A question, though not stated as such.]
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Speaking of...]
I guess you could say we have something of a history. Didn't you ask me this before? [he looks up when the clerk from earlier returns, taking his card from them. Prometheus dumps it in his (rather small) inventory, but to Alan, it looks like it just disappears in a flurry of pixels] I used to think we were kindred spirits... But you know him, always in denial about even the most basic of facts. Except this time the joke's on me.
We weren't alike at all.
[he laughs, but there's no real humour in it. It's as if he can't even express himself normally]
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The answer about “kindred spirits” is a surprise, one Alan has trouble taking at face value. Certainly Prometheus’s talkative, rather dramatic nature seems to have little in common with what Alan knows of Rinzler. Something else then -- perhaps it has to do with what they are rather than who.]
What made you think you were alike in the first place, if you don’t mind me asking?
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Didn't I tell you already, Alan? I'm not a child, I don't blindly believe everything that I read on the internet just because someone said it. Though it does beg the question of who did you get to help you track down that errant program of yours anyway? [a little pause where Prometheus gives Alan a once over, with his hand on his chin] You have to admit... You don't exactly look like you could keep up.
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Hm... I wonder. [he tilts his head to one side. He's still smiling, but there's something bitter in it] So much has happened recently that I find myself wondering the same thing.