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

Region 1, Closed to foins

[After receiving her funds for the previous month, Angel found herself gazing speculatively at her thin wardrobe. She’d treated herself to a blue sundress not long after arriving, but other than that, she had only her issued uniform and the jumpsuit she wore back home. Much as she wanted to burn all memories she associated with her time in the Control Core, the jumpsuit was surprising comfortable, and it wasn’t as if she could be discerning with her wardrobe.]

[Until now.]

[It was, perhaps, a bad idea to shop when her weight was likely in flux. It was also true that she couldn’t wait until she found herself in a more stable position to shop.]

[Loose clothes it would have to be then.]

[Briefly, Angel considered asking Gaige if she might want to join her on her shopping mission, but the Mechromancer… didn’t exactly seem to be the shopping type then. Krieg and Zer0 were likewise out, though more by their gender than anything else. Rhys was a viable option, but his clothes were probably too expensive for her tastes. Not to mention tailor made.]

[Her options were… relatively slim, when it came down to it. One option in particular came to mind, and as she headed out to board the EN-Line, she sent a text message to the girl.]

Laura,

This is Angel, if you remember me. I don’t know if this is the sort of thing that appeals to you, but I am going shopping in Region 1 if you would like to join me. I would very much enjoy your company.

Best,
Angel ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

Kauto - Day 68 :

[Though there was still a weakness in Angel’s limbs, it seemed to not be enough to curb her need to help others. The second the job advertisement flickered onto her TAB, she made her way to region five. Most of her time therein was spent running about, back and forth, carrying small armloads and helping older individuals across streets.]

[She’s a girl scout, disney princess at heart.]

Deslora - General

[Wandering about on her own likely wasn’t wise, but it also wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before, either. The more logical part of her brain pointed out that she usually ambled about Kauto, where her various caretakers lived and could get to her in a matter of minutes.]

[She knew implicitly that the winding tunnels would slow their approach by an exact number of minutes that she didn’t really need to think about to know. That, coupled with whatever amount of time it might take them to get themselves through the Ingress meant that if anything were to happen to her out here, she would be on her own.]

[Not that anything seemed liable to happen. At least, not anything outside of an upset stomach -- something that seemed to be all but guaranteed here on Deslora. Everywhere she looked, there seemed to be foods that she’d only read about awaiting her.]

[She’d been allotted a healthy stipend the previous month, and as such had plenty to spend without even needing to begin to worry about taking care of herself. As such, she spent a good few hours picking at various treats. Nothing was ever fully consumed (for fear of truly making herself sick), but there was certainly a lot of variety at the table she’d nabbed for herself.]

Deslora - Mirrors

[It wasn’t all fun and games for the young siren though. Eventually she found herself wandering once more, finding herself caught in the hall of mirrors. At first, she paid them no mind, other than the briefest of glances. They were silly, made her smile, but otherwise she thought nothing of it.]

[Until one otherwise innocuous mirror caught her eye. She paused before it, staring at a reflection that, in a perfect world, would have been normal. Her mirror-self stared back, cheeks plump where Angel knew they should have been shallow. There was no purple ring in her eyes, nor any bruising below them. Those blue eyes, practically sparkling back at her, were curtained by a full, thick head of black hair, a sharp contrast to Angel’s own brittle and uneve locks. Though still skinny, it was out of fitness, rather than starvation -- no bones showing or anything else.]

[She couldn’t help but smile, and with the smile came tears that didn’t show in her reflection. While the siren wept for what she didn’t have, the image stared back, happy with its blessings.]

[The longer Angel stared though, the more she became aware of a faint tickling on her scalp. She lifted her hands, fingers brushing where there should have been bald scalp. The pads of her fingers instead met soft, silky hair that seemed to grow even as she stroked it.]

[After what felt like a century, the girl finally pulled herself away from the mirror. There was an ache in her cheeks, but she attributed it only to her beaming smile. She made it a handful of steps before feeling a troubling chill against the side of her head. Once more her hand lifted, only this time she felt her bare scalp once more.]

[She all but sprinted back to the mirror.]

[She remembers of course. The name, hair, eyes, everything so distinct and foreign, yet the familiarity carried in Angel’s silence during their initial meeting is the reason the young woman’s identity has cemented itself in Laura’s mind. There are few people that have seen depths as they have and lived to find themselves after, and Laura is not soon to forget another like herself.

The invitation comes as a surprise. Even following her stay with the X-Men and into her brief training to become initiated as an Avenger, not many had ever reached out to her with such offers of company. If it were ever to come, it was usually the adults, Ororo or Gambit, if not Dust, with her faith and trust, who gave it. In those days, she had turned away so easily, thinking the solitude better protected others from what she is when there was no need of her. But here, having been alone for some months, without a true friend, she finds comfort in having received a message at all. It reminds her of Jubilee, popping in to remind her to live.]

I remember. I will find you.

[She replies swiftly and pockets her TAB again. She could use a change in clothing; her outfit has seen far better days.

All she needs is a scent, and tracking Angel comes easily. Everyone has a different scent, after all, and Laura still clearly recalls Angel’s. Fresh wind through the leaves. A faint hint of the earth and metal. She follows what she catches through the breeze and soon finds where Angel as been, where Angel has gone. It is not long before she catches sight of Angel herself.

She tenses, forgetting how best to call someone’s attention from afar. It has been long since she last held familiarity with anyone, and she worries now that calling out is too much. So she approaches (stiffly), attempting to catch Angel’s eye. Thankfully the angle of her approach is not unnoticeable to the direction that Angel faces, but she is never certain when others will pay mind to her.]

[On the train, Angel had stared at the response with an incredulous look. Even she didn't know where she was about to be. Her fingers itched to respond, not afraid whatever might drive Laura to her location, but curious.]

[Instead, she pocketed her own device, deciding to wait and see what happened. When she arrived at the station, she stayed there, wondering if perhaps her companion had thought that to be the most logical location to be then. If not, then it also didn't make sense not to move about. However the woman was attempting to find Angel, movement would likely only disrupt it.]

[A nearby bench would prove to be the perfect place to wait.]

[With nothing else to do aside from keep an eye out for the woman, she caught on to her presence soon enough. Angel lifted a tattooed arm to wave at her, before standing and approaching. Despite her excitement to see a friendly face, the siren moved slowly. She had remembered the odd mannerisms of her companion before, and didn't want to overwhelm her with a too-exuberant approach.]

[Though she spoke somewhat softly when she drew near, the exuberance was still clear in both her voice and mannerisms.]

It's good to see you again, my friend.

[Having studied human mannerisms thoroughly as part of her training, it takes little effort for her to pick up on Angel's cheerful intonation. It speaks of excitement, tells Laura that Angel is truly glad to see her, as her words dictate. The knowledge brings a warmth to her chest.

She offers a faint quirk of her lips, a ghost of a smile, as she nods in returned greeting.]

I hope you have been well. [No more tears? Perhaps. At least, Laura cannot smell them in the immediate vicinity.] And that you haven’t waited long.

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

ingress travel info

deslora

thisavrou (R6)

Angel | Borderlands | OTA

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mirrors!

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Deslora General

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in which two skinny nerds both eat themselves sick

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kauto

#Rude, Jack

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murrurs

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