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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

deslora; the mirrors

[With their third month on Thisavrou, their clearance level has reached the point upon which they are allowed weapons on their person while traveling to other worlds. Thus, with the Knife sheathed safely at their side and the Locket about their neck, Chara may explore the dubiously-entitled attractions at their leisure.

Laugh Your Way to A Smile, reads one bitterly optimistic sign. They have to laugh at that one, and they do; a sequence of low giggles, quiet and contained, but no less darkly amused. The world warps the longer they stay, and so does the rest of them - distending their hands, their feet, torquing their legs into matchsticks and their arms into cut-string puppet limbs.

They oblige the sign gladly, with each new shift. They laugh, and they laugh, and they cannot stop laughing. It is far from a pleasant sound, and longer it goes, the less it sounds like laughter at all. When they begin to ache, the rate and pitch of their apparent mirth only increases.

When their legs look, and begin to feel, as though they have been broken, why - that's the funniest joke of them all.

I couldn't stop laughing.]

deslora; pick a path :)

If you do not mind being paired up with a small child with a Knife at their side and a peculiarly detached demeanor, then you will have no problems, certainly, with traversing the attraction alongside them. Color them morbidly curious; if this is anything like the first, perhaps there is plenty of loathsome amusement to be had.

Don't mind the red gleam of their eyes, or the fact that their personal history is liable to make the journey dangerous for everyone. It hardly matters. One thing, should you be unlucky enough to be paired up with Chara, is certain: you will have a very singular experience.

Of that, there will be little doubt.

[It was an eerily familiar laugh that drew Angel from her own trance. Startled and all too aware of the ache in her bones, she stumbled away from the mirror and toward the sound. Though their first meeting had left her unnerved, the siren was quickly becoming aware of the trance that this place was capable of putting them all under.]

[No matter how frightened she was of the child, she wasn't about to leave C.T. to this madness.]

[Tracing the laughs was a difficult task, the winding maze of mirrors proving to be quite the distraction. Though her entire body ached with the transformations she had undergone, it was not an unfamiliar sensation. She'd worked through worse.]

[Still, the sight of C.T. was a startling one, one that caused the wind to rush from her lungs upon seeing them. Once more, she felt the urge to run from the child, but this time, knew she could not.]

C.T.? It's Angel... do you remember me?

[Chara - that is to say, C.T. - is apparently rather enjoying themself! Why would they be laughing otherwise? They are laughing, despite the way they cannot seem to stand, their legs bent at angles askew, as well and truly broken as they were the day I came here, from an imaginary impact, or perhaps simply a phantom one.

It hurts, and yet they do little more than lean forward, hair falling past their ears, one hand braced against the floor, and keep their eyes stretched wide, their laughter bright.

The voice, when it reaches them, arrives at a distance, and placing it proves - troublesome. Their vision blurs, their cheeks aching with their mirth, until at last their eyes, pupils blown wide, settle upon her.

Angel, she supplies, helpfully, and their fragmenting brain cannot even snap at the offer of information they surely - surely did not need. They know her. They remember her.

Do they not?

The laugh lapses into a hiss of breath, a weak echo of their earlier fit, and their shoulders - quake. No matter how they try, they cannot seem to hold themself still.

Their composure proves difficult to reclaim. At least their good humor prevents such a thing from being as much of an irritant as is typical.]

Greetings.

[It was a haunting image, Chara looking the way they did. The fear in Angel's stomach blossomed into her chest. A fist clenched at her side, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms. It would be better, safer to run away from this monster, but...]

[But surely, despite everything, there was just a child in there.]

[Stepping forward, despite every fiber of her being screaming not to, Angel rested a hand on a distended arm. She took a step backward, attempting to pull the young child away from the mirror.]

Will you walk with me, my friend? I know we didn't have the best conversation before, but I would like to try again. Can we do that?

[A hand.

One of their crooked arms twitches beneath the touch, their shoulders arching, the muscles going rigid beneath it, waiting waiting waiting for the strike that follows the crack of flesh on flesh tight grip bruises on your forearm because you've been a disobedient child and this is your punishment and this is the violence you understand and

Their breath rasps.

The words creep out between a curved, too-fixed smile, as hard and glacial as hoarfrost.]

Do not touch me.

[Angel didn't need the command to jerk away. Everything about the child's posture, their body language, interpreted a poor reaction to Angel's touch. Just as the words were spat out, Angel had lifted her hand. Her feet remained firmly planted though, and her voice was steady when she spoke.]

You are hurting yourself. You need to step away from here.

[It was just like back in the core. She had been afraid to die, afraid of what waited beyond the nightmare of a life she had led. She knew, though, that the safety of the world rode on her shoulders. She had to be strong in the face of fear.]

[It was just like with C.T. and their own well being.]

[It's laughable, really. It's laughable, the note of concern, her apparent stalwart refusal to back down to the searing redness in their voice, the pieces of a scarlet sky spat out between gritted teeth.

People like her don't look at creatures like them and see things worth SAVING. What's this about, then? Her own sense of self-righteous duty? Being an insufferable do-gooder, the same way Frisk tries to help every person that crosses their path, whether it's even remotely in the realm of possibility or not?

A handful of words exchanged, and a name given. Does she really imagine she is so special? Everyone names the Fallen Child. That's what they are. That's what they're for.

And they couldn't stop laughing.]

It doesn't matter.

[The words emerge too high, and thin, the control fraying, their composure in pieces.

Does anyone ever wonder why they laugh so much? They're certain people assume it's simply what they are: a depraved, awful thing that finds pleasure in the pain of themself, and in that of others. It's so easy. It's so easy, and horrible, and inescapable. Beyond their control, the way so many things are. As twisted as they are. One of those many, many things that they cannot and never will wrest control over.

One of those things that's just

Beyond them.

Who would contest a claim like that?]

[Words, touch, resolve, none of it seemed to be working. C.T. was a frightening thing, but what was happening to them, what they were being made into, it was more awful than some of the most savage bandits that she'd met on Pandora deserved. In the face of Chara's resistance, she could feel the latter most part crumble away. She had been strong in the face of her own demise, but when the fight had lagged, she at least had known that progress was being made.]

[Not here. Not now. C.T. was just as defiant as they'd been in the beginning, if not more. Given the form they took, there was no way that Angel's own fragile frame could fight them, to drag them out of the way.]

[There was one other option, but it was a less than pleasant one. Since her arrival, Angel had struggled to keep her powers in check. Aside from when they spiked out of control, or when she played with them just enough to show how dangerous she thought of herself, she'd not once attempted to use them. Without the core to stabilize her she dreaded what might happen. And weak as she was, she didn't know how long she could sustain any of her abilities.]

[But she couldn't sit there and watch C.T. continue to stretch themselves into nothing. Nor could she walk away.]

I'm sorry, C.T.

[Her left arm lifted, tattoos glowing bright as Angel focused. Unlike when her powers had forcibly manifested, the image projected was not one of her former prison cell, but of snow and ice. Gone were the mirrors warping C.T., gone was the entire chamber. Angel could still feel it in the back of her mind, and reaching out revealed the cool walls of the chamber, but for now, neither of them could see what had been mercilessly warping them.]

[The world is more malleable than one would think. The world falls to the whims of the creature with the Determination to shape it, and to the victor go the spoils. A creature with a powerful enough SOUL, or a lack of one, can twist things to its precise desires, down to each flag and number.

Change the map values, and your location shifts. Or you do.

The world stutters.

Their contorted flesh corrects itself with a blazing snap of the world snapping into place, their vision slapped with the flurrying of ash-like snow, coating their lashes and tearing at their hair even if it lacks the sting and bite of ice.

Correlation and causation are not necessarily linked, but in this case - the blaze of the tattoos on her arm and her left side, the abrupt shift of the world and the seamless lateral slide of one backdrop to the next - there is no other explanation. The apology simply cements it.

With legs unbroken, with arms undamaged, they stand, rocketing to their feet, rigidly. Any trembling, any wavering of their balance must be nothing more than a perceptual error on her part; the child would never be this clumsy, never allow that frantic terror to slip through the cracks and wear at their composure.

For once, they are not smiling.

Their tone is sharp and cold, their shock - regrettably palpable.

What did she do.]

Put it back.

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

ingress travel info

deslora

thisavrou (R6)

Chara | ota | will match formats | cw panic/dissociation

hope this is ok!

of course!

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cw dissociation and allusions to abuse GOLLY IM SORRY

this is so good. like. awful, but. good, you know?

a good kind of hurt for everyone

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pick a path

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1/3

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pick a path :3

=)

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TIME TO GET BAD cw for gore on riptide's part from this point on 👀

tonight we ride to valhalla

WE DON'T NEED EYES WHERE WE'RE GOIN