march mod plot log

Who: Everyone
When: March 3rd to March 31st
Where: Thisavrou + New Worlds
Warnings:

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

⋆ All information is current as of day 62 ( there are 100 days in a cycle, which started on January 1st).

⋆ The storm around Thisavrou is rather quiet this month. Although there is still an upsurge in the number of Outpost techs called in, many of them have been put on standby until otherwise needed. 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 dangerous highs of 200°F / 93°C at peak hours.

⋆ Savrii Notices:

Region One grocery depots are offering sixty percent off of any item purchased between day 70 and 82.
Region Three’s residents are doing a pruning ( every sixty days or so ) and all excess is available to be taken; if you need it for mulch, lumber, etc. it’s free to anyone.

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

Day 65 (March 6th) - The locals of Region One (R1) are looking for extra help with cleaning and are hiring pairs to run each machine. They’ll pay 50 sencs an hour or 300 sencs for a full day.
Day 68 ( March 10th) - A group of newcomers have taken shelter in Region Five as their home world is no longer habitable. All of their belongings have been brought through the Ingress and is stacked up outside the EN-Line in R1. Savrii are paying volunteers 70 sencs an hour to help transport everything to their new homes. This species returns kindness with kindness, and will offer any volunteer who goes the extra mile tips ranging from 100 to 200 sencs.
Day 75 (March 16th) - With temperatures on Chioni reaching record highs, some scientists and researchers have been stranded due to EN-Line shutdowns. Those in the Ingress Complex are offering 950 sencs to anyone who is willing to withstand the heat and rescue their fellow colleagues. Any equipment needed for the trip will be provided, but due to the greater increase of temperature, some suits may only cool a body inside for a total of four hours before needing replaced. Plan the trip wisely: most EN-Line access has been completely revoked and travel by foot (or vehicle) is necessary.
Day 87 (March 28th) - Scientific Study. Do you smoke? Are you addicted to any substance? A scientist researching methods to combat addictions, of all kinds, is looking for volunteers. He’ll ask a series of questions, take samples, record, study, analyze, and apply new procedures over the course of a day (nothing invasive without permission). Compensation is 800 sencs with complete cooperation.

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.

deslora

⋆Upon entering the world of Deslora, everything seems to be connected by an intricate tunnel of tubes that lead to different and very explorable areas of this new place. Ingress travel will have been quick but somewhat nauseating for most, and returning to Thisavrou will result in the same feeling. However, it wears off quickly, and Deslora is opened as EC (exploration class). Aside from the bright colors of the “walls” and the excessive lights, there are also smells of familiarity—to some. Popcorn, pizza, cotton candy. They waft through the tunnels and get stronger the closer anyone comes to the first open area of Deslora, and depending on the route that is taken, some may have to crawl or walk right into it.

⋆Food, perhaps, might be one draw to Deslora, but it is not, so to speak, the main attraction. After piling through the tunnels, it’s like being inside a massive tent. There is no natural lighting, everything illuminated by bulbs or torches placed strategically across the path that leads to an equally smaller tent. Dangling above the doorway is a sign that reads Laugh Your Way to A Smile with reflectors and pieces of glass hanging from its bottom. Entering the tent will reveal a very small but intricately designed room full of twists and turns and mirrors. The strange thing about them comes with looking at your own reflection; passing by will do nothing. If you linger too long, you find your own physical body beginning to take the shape of what is reflected in the mirror. Sometimes, you are stretched thin and tall. Sometimes, you are short and round. And other times, you will find yourself suddenly wavy and curved from head to toe. These changes do not hurt the first few times they happen, but after the third look at your reflection, some alterations may cause pain in your limbs or torso. It increases each time you look at a mirror, and while the effects will fade after a few minutes, it’s best not to linger too long and find your way out through the otherside.

⋆Located several tunnels down - or up, depending on the direction you go - from the Deslora’s ever-popular funhouse is another equally famous attraction. At the top of the steps, a worker waits to pair up individuals into groups of two before ushering them inside the first set of doors. The foyer is quiet, and after the doors behind you have been shut, two single doors ahead of you and your partner begin to illuminate. There is a sign between the doors: Pick A Path . Once through the chosen door, it will lock and the door will slowly fade away. It will quickly become evident that what is in this room is specifically targeted at one out of the two people inside. A happy memory, a beloved hobby, the person you love most - the scenario is always different, but the overall feel is the same. Whatever the room has transformed into, it’s what makes that person the happiest. If it’s a person, they can be spoken to and touched, if it’s an object, it can be used. As the interactions between both characters and the room increase, subtle changes will begin to occur. Slowly, the contents of the room begin to morph into something new. The combination of what one person loves the most and what the other hates the most. The only resolution to be had is to confront the issues and find something in the room to help. For one past patron, the room transformed into thousands of paintings that morphed into painted memories of their partner’s most painful memories. The only way out was a can of varnish tucked back into the corner of the room. Be creative, be careful. Find the way out together.

thisavrou (R6)

Every so often, new Regions are built to accommodate visitors who are looking to make Thisavrou their homes, a place to work, and many other acceptable reasons. The Savrii pride themselves on being open to explorers and travelers, allowing Thisavrou to be a mecca of trade, exploration, and for some - a place to live. During many meetings with Savrii intermediates over the course of 600 days, an agreement was made with an entrepreneur looking to find a safe place to build their business. The funder, John Hammond, spent millions of sencs on the proper permits and is funding the building, transportation, expansion and overall creation of Region Six. Over the next 30 days, Mr. Hammond will be following very specific building schematics and with this, will be hiring temporary workers to fill the positions required to do so. Job postings will go up and those that do well, might be offered permanent employment when Region Six is up and running. Hammond, along with his temporary work posts via the TABs, will release a missive explaining the following: a few days before the Region is open he will be hiring a large number of permanent employees in (research, science, ingress, cleaning, security, transportation, customer service) fields. He’ll also thank all Savrii, and anyone living on Thisavrou, for allowing him to bring him and his to live here.

⋆ Construction (different pay depending on skill level required) —

Enclosures: Large, electric and nonelectric enclosures meant to be home to creatures that require the added safety measures. 1,000 sencs per week. Crew lives on site until job is completed.

Arena: Stone seating surrounding an underwater area. 200 sencs per day. Crew can commute to and from work.

Hotels: Temporary living accommodations for guests. Crew are paid 50 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

Crew Homes: Residences for future permanent employees to live in. 50 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

Food Courts: Small huts for the production and selling of food. 40 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

Mini EN-LIne: John Hammond wants to build a smaller version of the EN-Line within Region Six. Technicians and general laborers needed. 60 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

⋆ Cleaning: 100 sencs per day; standard cleaning.

⋆ Transportation: Crates of amber stone and creatures will be coming through the Ingress and need to be taken to Region Six. Extreme care and caution is required. 400 sencs per day. Safety clause is signed before work commences.

⋆ Security: Guards to help in the transport of aforementioned crates. 450 sencs per day. Safety and loyalty clause signed before work begins.

⋆ Creature Care: Two permanent employees. The care of creatures. Resumes need to be submitted here listing credentials. Pay is 4,000 sencs per month and workers must live in Region Six. Safety, loyalty, and privacy clauses will be signed.

⋆ Art Design: One person is to be commissioned to create a logo for Region Six. 2,000 sencs for the finished piece. Contact John Hammond. To Note: All management positions in the fields above are paid double the sencs, but they come with double the responsibility.

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

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Uh. Well. First we took a pretty heavy beating. You gave us this really great speech about how we couldn't give up, and we got Voltron back online but... Zarkon broke us out of it, back into our Lions. He took a full hit from the Castle's weapons, too, and just reflected it back onto them like it was nothing.

He broke us? Apart?

[Yeah guess who didn't know that could even happen. He hadn't even seen Allura's rescue yet.]

Was the Castle all right? [Were Allura and Coran all right?]

Yeah... They were out for a bit, but they got it back up. Allura and Coran were fine. But uh... when he broke us, it knocked you out or something? We were doing everything we could to keep him away from Black, but then all of a sudden you were back? And Black grew these like, huge, badass wings, and it looked like you flew straight through him, and then you had your bayard back all of a sudden.

[Lance, it already has wings--]

[Is what he wants to say. But it's more of a kneejerk defense statement than anything else. Because that's. That's a lot to take in. And none of it lines up.]

You're telling me. It just... appeared? It... [Did the Black Lion just straight up take it back? It's a struggle to keep any accusation out of his voice. This isn't Lance's fault. He's just the messenger.]

None of this makes any sense.

I don't know. I don't know what happened, and I didn't really get a chance to ask.

[ He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. ]

We reformed Voltron, and we ran him through with the sword, but when we were in close he... I don't know what he did, but it felt like nothing we've ever been up against. He grabbed ahold of the head, and something happened, and he exploded. It flung us back out of Voltron again, but as far as I could tell we did it, Zarkon was dead... but you weren't responding, and we had to tow Black back into the hangar.

M-me?

[They're honestly taken aback by that, and look at the sweater for a few long moments before taking it gingerly from his hands.]

I...I, um. I think it would.

Yeah. If you want.

[He just grins at them.]

For startling you.

[He... may have actually stopped processing all of this for a second. He wanted to listen. Wanted to take it all in. But--]

[But there's a weird sort of rushing noise in his ears when Lance keeps talking. you weren't responding feels like it's echoing. That means -- does that mean -- ?]

I...

[He has to know. He has to hear this, doesn't he? It's important. In some way, it's important. But all he can really do is stare at his teammate while what little color there is in his face starts to drain away.]

And... then?

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[ Lance takes a slow, steadying breath. Why did he have to be the one to tell Shiro this? What was he thinking? Yeah, it's important, and he's a big fan of not hiding things from people, but... But he can't bring himself to look at Shiro as he finishes his retelling. ]

...We all knew something was wrong, but we didn't— We weren't expecting—

[ He has to take a moment to swallow hard, trying to keep his voice steady. ]

You were just... gone. There was no sign of you, anywhere—no blood, none of your armor... Just your bayard and an empty seat.

[It's like someone dropped the floor out from under him. Like all those stories where people say the rug was pulled away from their feet. That sudden sensation of dropping. Of falling. And... nothing is there to catch you anymore.]

[He's just left staring across the table. Letting the rushing sensation in his ears come forward louder than ever and overtake everything. Thought and reaction and feeling.]

[Just... gone.]

[God, then he wants to protest, wants to slam his hand through the table and say it's wrong, that this can't be right. That all their fighting, everything he's done can't end like that. It can't. That it's not fair.]

[Some of the fog clears. Some of the sound drowning out everything else dies away. Lance isn't looking at him. Lance looks like someone punched him in the chest... and... it's not fair.]

[Instead of lashing out, he's rising. He's stepping over to his teammate and pulling him up. Hands on his shoulders. He doesn't realize he's even done it until he hears his own voice raw and cracked, over the sound of empty echoes.]

... I'm so sorry.

[He doesn't even know what happened, how it happened, or how it makes sense but it's not fair. Not to these kids.]

[Not to his team. And that's what matters here.]

Lance, I'm so sorry...

[If Lance doesn't protest, he's going to pull him into a hug. Tight as anything. Grounding as anything. It's not okay, it's not fair, but he's here now.]

[There's time now. Right?]

[ Of all the possible reactions to finding out he vanished into thin air, Lance wasn't expecting Shiro hugging and apologizing to him. So he's a little shocked as Shiro pulls him up into a hug, but it's not like he's going to refuse it. Even though he won't say it or even really think it (not directly, at least), he just told Shiro he's probably dead, but now Shiro's the one apologizing.

As soon as he's over the initial shock, though, he returns the hug, tight, almost clinging. It's then he realizes that he's crying a little, tears welling in his eyes despite his best efforts. ]

Shiro—

[It was Angel's turn to blush, pale cheeks tinting with the faintest shade of pink. Not many people praised her for what she did toHyperion. Most people focused on what she did for them. Not without cause, of course.]

Eventually I helped them take the steps to overthrow him. [At the cost of her own life of course. And not without a lot of mistakes along the way. Details though.]

I... wasn't there to see it, but I'd like to think Pandora is a better place now.

[It was a little embarrassing, needing a break after something that a normal person wouldn't have broken a sweat over. But Zer0 didn't appear to be complaining, and so she wouldn't apologize.]

[Out loud at least.]

What's the plan then? After we break, of course.

[76 waits a moment to make sure that she can handle the load before he nods in the direction they'll be heading, putting himself in front of her so that she can follow along. It turns out he's not much of a conversationalist, but luckily they don't need to go far. He casts a few glances at her as they go, as if checking to see how she's doing (and perhaps not even considering why that might be insulting).]

Still good?

[Just, you know. Checking.]

The convenience of a staff? Is reach. And much, much more than the easy circles might imply. The flash of motion catches Rinzler's focus, and one hand locks around the edge of the wide grip, the other sliding along the haft to meet it. It doubles the extension of his arc as he flicks the weapon's end to meet the moving frame.

If it connects, discharge will be immediate: a crackle of current sufficient to force a normal program offline... and hopefully, at least temporarily incapacitate this user.

Temporarily incapacitated it is, the tip of the staff catching it in the center of its mass. It doubles over, rolling to try and recover, but the shock to their system jars their balance, sending them skidding.

The second darts forward, seizing the opportunity Rinzler has helpfully presented. Their eye, at least, is on both their target and the staff, long-reaching as it is, even as they lurch forward to

Finish it.

No. No, no, no, and Rinzler is moving, frame and weapon carving a red-lit blur to intercept. Both are allies, both are threats, and he won't let either version die, no matter the consequence. He decided that they wouldn't.

Chara is fast, but Rinzler has proximity—and no small amount of speed on his own side. The other end of the staff angles to meet their charge; if they evade the strike, they'll still find him moving in between them. Scans track the other Chara—users are resilient, and this one more than most. He isn't counting on them staying down.

No matter the consequence, right?

They spring back as he moves between the pair of them, intervening; if he incapacitates them as easily as he did their double, then they will be down a significant advantage. The child on the floor still twitches, attempting to work their hands beneath them and press themself to their feet.

Determination.

It's a hell of a drug.

"Move," hisses the child circling in front of him, spinning the blade so they have it clenched in a reverse grip. "They're - "

- coming at him from behind, their blade swinging from their position on the ground, arcing for his ankle.

[Okay, this guy's definitely not from what he'd call a modern world.]

It's kinda...old-fashioned, compared to a lot of the ones I've been to in my world. Not enough low lighting and douchebags trying to peddle shitty whiskey because it's trendy at the moment.

The retreating version is definitely getting flagged the smarter one, at least for now. All the more reason to keep watch. The twitch of movement behind registers in time with Chara's words, and Rinzler drops one hand from staff to ground, pivoting his lower body upward in a flip as his weapon hand twists back.

His target is the striking Chara, but he'll complete the full revolution, even if they manage to avoid: a circular low sweep to force both of them to keep their distance. From him, and more importantly, from each other.

Then you better dig in before it gets cold! And I can always make more of whatever we run out of.

[Hunk grinned, plopping down on the couch and settling in.] You look great though, seriously. But I'm sure you would've looked just as awesome in pajamas.

[Truth be told, he's getting fairly used to this subject, and it's nice to be able to shittalk Hyperion with it being ancient history. Relatively, anyway.]

More than most people, 'm sure. [He does chuckle to himself for a moment before catching onto Angel's discomfort, at which point he feels the tiniest prickling of guilt, which he shrugs off quite literally.]

If you want.

Maybe you're just using that as an excuse.

So, what are we looking for, anyway?

Okay.

[Nate squeezes her hand. She can take the time to figure it out—figure herself out. He'll be here.]

I don't love the idea. But as long as I know what's going on, I can live with it.

Oh yeah? What'd you used to do?

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march mod plot log

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

ingress travel info

deslora

thisavrou (R6)

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