february mod plot log

[savmods]

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.

Comments

[squadgoals]

[She watches the whole exchange of Adrien vs. The World take place, eyebrows only jogged at the brief hand gesture. Well, everyone's got their own problems.

Falling into step behind the doctor, hands folded behind her back, she takes in the sterile walls of the ward, the busy, frenetic background noise of people saving people.]

Busy day?

[justonetouch]

An' it's not like a werewolf or something, is it? Should I be watching you when the moon comes out?

[That teasing drawl to her, although she is legitimately curious about that fact.]

[lavelly]

[Whether she meant it to cut or not, Lavellan just laughs. If only because they're finally nearing the bay entrance, and it doesn't really matter what she says as long as she's focusing on the conversation.]

I wouldn't call it much of a choice. It was either that, or have to take it for the rest of his life.

[He joggles the shoulder that's supporting her in a way that might count as a friendly rib, depending on her mood.]

In any case, that's not the point. The point is the situation you're in is like the situation he was in, and he got through it. So will you.

[He laughs again.]

I promise, you seem a bit more flexible than he is.

[carltoaction]

No -- well, it wasn't like that for me. I saw other people turned into them, but it's been months and none of us turned back again.

[... He hopes.]

[brokencode]

[To this young lady, who had grown up on stories of knights and survived through extended fairy tale fantasies, the gesture was on the verge of being overwhelming. Her skin burned hot, briefly incinerating her doubts. She twisted her head to the side, hoping to hide a small smile, before turning back to him.]

You as well, my friend.

[brokencode]

[That... was mildly sobering. She considered his words for a long while. In that time, she focused only on moving her feet, keeping her sluggish limbs moving, even though they felt far heavier than they were supposed to.]

[The small gesture against her shoulder was... odd, but not unwelcome. Later, she would feel guilty for how kind the man was being, despite her attitude. Now though, she could only process one thought, one emotion at a time.]

I didn't get through. Not really. [She lifted an arm, gazing at the too-purple network of veins against her wrist an elbow. She recalled the moment when it stopped, when her body finally collapsed in sheer exhaustion after a decade of hell.]

That was how I got here. It killed me. [Why she was saying this, she didn't know. The fog in her brain pressed in tighter, clouding what little judgement remained. Right now, even though her tongue felt fuzzy, it just felt right to continue talking.]

The Ingress put me back together, but only just.

[squadgoals]

[Shepard listens impassively, focus never wavering, gaze never shifting. Once Chara finishes their explanation, there's a tension in the silence that follows — then a single nod.

She resists shrugging. Okay, eternal zombie child-- well. Not like I'm in any position to point fingers, here. I can work with that — hell, I've worked with weirder.

Still better than a politician.

She taps in a note to the age field (N/A), and moves on.]

Understood, and I appreciate your honesty. With that out of the way, think you can tell me a little bit about your combat experience?

[squadgoals]

As much as you're willing to tell me.

[Placing the datapad to one side, she fans her hands out in front of her, an open gesture.]

I want to get a feel for who you are, where you'd fit best. How do you fight, and what's your experience? Are you a stealth operative, or a first-string frontline? I can form my own opinion, but what I want is the best fit for you on a team.

[squadgoals]

I think "everywhen" is a pretty good summary of the situation. [Pulling the datapad over with one hand, she types in a few notes (steady, nervous, has potential), and pushes it away again.]

Okay. Tell me about your combat experience — where do you fit in a squad?

[squadgoals]

[Shepard thumbs through the strips—fine, fine, we'll check that, okay-- shit.—and immediately starts pulling several things off the shelf behind her: several small bottles of chemicals, and a wire brush.

Hands full, she starts to set out — and pauses.]

Ah- Franklin?

[flashbanging]

[ McCree leans up against the nearest counter, even though his back aches. He's gonna have bruises all over when he wakes up the next morning, he just knows it.

He frowns at Jack from beneath the shadows of the Stetson's brim. ]

See, problem is, I was taught not to let a thing go 'til I did understand.

[ Taught by Gabe--and Jack, too. ]

[inconsequence]

[Understood, she says. Accepts the explanation at face value. What sort of adult manages a thing like that, without judgment, without picking apart a claim that must seem patently ludicrous? Simple; there's more to that story than outright acceptance.

But they, too, will keep their expression locked, their red gaze unblinking. They will match her, step for step, take the implicit challenge for what it is.]

I excel at hand-to-hand, particularly when it comes to knives. I am willing to use whatever means necessary to - [Ah. Not "kill," not "defeat," not "dust," but - ] - incapacitate my opponent.

Inefficient as being shackled to a preteen's corpse may be, it allows for very agile maneuvering.

[justonetouch]

I'll take that as a good sign then.

[And hope that it isn't going to pop up again, as Rogue has enough problems without being turned in to an alien. Would her abilities still work? It's not something she exactly wants to explore.]

[prorenataa]

Yes, thank the Fates. [ Okay, technically he probably should have not sounded relieved to be busy, after all busy meant injuries and sickness.

Welcome to why he was a crap doctor when it came to bedside manner. ]

It's at least kept me engaged. I fucking hate civilian doctoring.

[ As he spoke, he stopped next to what was called "Curtain 5" but was, in fact, an enclosed room. Pulling the door open, he motioned her inside. ]

[crowkiller]

Well, let's start at the beginning then. I am Zevran Arainai, of House Arainai in Antiva.

[Anything, huh? Guess he might as well start at the beginning. Not like he is shy about his past anyways.]

I was purchased by an assassin's guild at seven and was raised to be one. I have worked in a three man team as well as solo missions. My fighting style is more strike them when they aren't looking and end it before they can fight back. If needed though I can get up close and personal, but that requires more time, seduction, poisons, and intimate use of daggers-- that sort of thing.

Just recently I'm left the guild and I am now working for a Grey Warden, a kind of saving the world deal going on. I have experience with humans, elves, qunari, dwarves, darkspawn, and now aliens have been added to the list.

[lavelly]

[He does hesitate at that. He's used to being a rock for people, but that doesn't mean he knows exactly what to say in every situation, and what she's revealing to him is pretty heavy.]

Then I'll tell you something else. There have been a lot of times where I ought to have died, and thought for sure that I did, except for some unlikely intervention at the last second. It's happened often enough that many people think I'm chosen by the divine for it, if you can believe it.

Whatever your circumstances were before, now you're here, and you seem pretty alive to me. This place has--it can do things that I can't even begin to comprehend, and I'm sure it can help you. That's all something to be glad for, isn't it?

[patchricide]

[Ah! Right. Three in the morning. And there would have been other people there -- okay. Okay. She has a clear picture now.]

[... except she's picturing the microwave as being as loud as a ship's engine, but what can you do.]

No? It didn't seem all that pleasant. Potent, surely, if you're all willing to drink it despite that, but it's not as if I ever needed it.

[As a small aside:] And you all did fine enough without it on the castle ship... didn't you?

[carltoaction]

Yeah. I didn't mean to scare you or anything.

[Oops. Time to change the subject.]

You wanna clothes shop now?

[shiro2hero]

[He'll have to show her the one inside. Because that's going to be more eye-opening. Provided anyone lets him touch it.]

[There's a real laugh from him. And a real smile to her.]

It can be. There's milder kinds, too. And a lot of people mix milk and sugar in it... I just used sugar.

[He pushes his hand through his hair, going to get the door for her.] We did. But I sort of missed it more than expected.

[justonetouch]

I'd say it would take a lot more than that to scare me... But considering how we met.

[Almost jumping out of her skin wasn't the way to make that statement stick. But she glanced around, giving a nod. Of course, inward, she was wondering whether touching an alien species would have her mutation absorbing them... Not exactly something that she wanted to see.]

Does seem strange. Shopping on an alien planet.

[mylawn]

Not doing a very good job.

[Just going to keep ignoring the fact that he more-or-less shot her out of the tree. He will, however, offer her a hand, because he's not a total jerk, apparently.]

[petridish]

[The code name gets a nod. The tree gets her omni-tool lighting up orange on her arm for a scan out of sheer habit, and she pauses to fabricate a similarly orange and glowing blade and prise off a small bark sample.

[Tucking the sample away in a component of her armor leaves her in a great position to hide her look of embarrassment when he asks about her fighting range. This is a bit of a sore spot for her, though one that she surprisingly hasn't yet been called out on in her time here by people who know her class's usual style.]

Mid-range. I grabbed the wrong gun just before I ended up here; haven't had a chance to replace it.

[She glances back at their Savrii charge, who's understandably looking a little put out by this information.]

Which isn't to say I can't use this. I just prefer submachine guns. And I have other abilities too.

[mylawn]

[Haha nope, sorry.]

Don't trust easy, that's all.

[76 gestures sort of vaguely to the street around him.]

This is all pretty convenient. Maybe a little too much.

[desynched]

[ Lena can't help but stare. Her face is tear-streaked, her eyes are red and puffy, but a small smile finds its way onto her face. Without the mask and the tactical gear, he looks like the Jack she remembers. It brings back memories and she feels another piece of her heart slide back into place. A little jagged, a little imperfect, but there is no longer a hole where Jack Morrison used to be.

He snaps her out of it by asking a very simple, mundane question. It completely catches her off-guard and it shows in her wide eyes and moment of confusion, as if he'd just spoken an alien language. Then she lets out a quiet laugh-- distorted by her stuffy nose and a little high-pitched-- but genuine. She's not sure she can articulate why exactly she laughed. The absurdity of a normal question in a wholly abnormal situation? ]

Surprise me.

[ She wipes away any stray tears with the hem of one of her sleeves. ]

[mylawn]

What the hell would you have me do, Jesse?

[Jack starts to unfasten his gear, reasonably confident that he's not going to need it now that they're fully inside the house. The harnesses and holsters come off first, then he starts working on the mount for his mask and visor. The jacket and body armor go last, until he's standing in the kitchen in the tight under layer and his fatigues. He looks a little bit more like a normal person, this way, but the exhaustion is sort of evident on his face.]

I'm not gonna let them use my people to get to me. Better to stay dead.

[That's what he convinced himself of, anyway--that the world didn't need or want him anymore, and if he came back they'd just make all his people complicit in his disappearing act. Reopen the investigation into Overwatch, except this time nobody has any plausible deniability.]

Better for all of you to just get on with your lives.

[But with the advent of the recall, they couldn't even give him that much, could they?]