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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[He'd thought he saw here in here.

They hadn't seen much of each other since the incident at the infirmary, beyond a comm conversation reassuring him she was all right. It was still hard not to worry, with the state he'd seen her last in.

He almost didn't recognize her when he saw her in the hall of mirrors. She looked... healthy. Vibrant. Not anything like the girl he'd met. For a moment he felt a swell of happiness for her and her transformation, but then the knowledge of where they were reasserted itself and it was replaced in his gut with a gnawing sense of dread.

Something was wrong here.

He approached her from behind, quietly, so as not to startle her, and kept his voice soft.]

Angel?

[At any other time, she might turned and bounded toward Lavellan. They'd spoken only briefly since her release from the hospital, with the promise of more once her thoughts organized themselves and she was able to arrange a time to meet with him. Exactly what had happened between them was a blur, as many traumatizing things often were, but she remembered that he'd made her feel safe.]

[Maybe now, she needed that most of all, considering her current plight. The back of her mind urged her to turn from the mirror she had rushed to reclaim. But as she gazed into it all the closer, all she wanted was to stay a little longer.]

[The longer she stared, of course, the worse the ache got. It crept across her skin, settling deep into muscles in way that made her feel like she'd ran a mile, lifted hundreds of pounds and done a thousand crunches, all at the same time. It was bad, and she knew it, but turning away was far worse.]

Just a moment, Lavellan. [Her voice was distant, like the murmur of a child in a fitful sleep.]

Angel.

[He rested a hand on her shoulder gently, like that could prevent her from sinking into whatever fantasy she'd immersed herself in. Maybe it could. Dreams were a strange thing; he'd never claimed to understand them.

He tugged gently, trying to get her to turn and look at him rather than at the mirror.]

What are you doing?

[It took only a moment for Angel to forget what she had said. The ache in her body grew harder and harder to bear, and yet she still couldn't manage to tear her gaze away. The girl staring back at her was beautiful. Happy.]

[She wanted nothing more than to be her.]

[The contact, the not-quite rough but altogether not-gentle pull against her shoulder, drew her from her trance. She flinched away, turning to face her apparent assailant with a wild look in her eyes.]

Lavellan.

[He had been there before, but how long had it been since she had said as much. An hour? Two hours? The girl still stood there, smiling like nothing was wrong, like her own siren song hadn't enamored her counterpart.]

[Now that her attention was on him, though, she became steadily aware of the growing ache within her bones. She took one step away from the mirror, then another, trying to fight the burning urge within her frame. She wanted to go back to it. Already she could feel the hair on the left side of her head thinning and falling out. Her muscles grew weaker, and that , coupled with the ache, made her whole body seem to wobble.]

I... I think need to get out of here.

[He still isn't able to brace her fully, and probably never will be. But at her unsteadiness he tenses enough to keep her from falling over, his hand tight on her shoulder.

The quaver in her voice makes him more nervous than he expects. He has to glance around the area, to ensure this isn't some trap set by approaching enemies, before he responds.]

Angel. We should leave.

[He squeezes her shoulder, in reassurance. It's to ground them both as much as anything. Temptations will always be more palpable in places like this.]

Come on. Can you come with me?

[Maybe an obvious question, but he's encountered plenty of compelling spirits in his time. Who knows if Angel has the willpower to resist? He won't let her fall to this.]

[Though she nodded, her gaze still seemed distant. The girl in the mirror still sat in her minds eye, smiling back at her with all the vibrancy that Angel had been robbed of. What she wouldn't give, to be that delighted girl, to be someone with sparkling eyes, rather than ones haunted by the shadows of what she had suffered.]

[In addition to the ache in her bones, a new feeling settled in -- the familiar yet briefly forgotten lethargy that had plagued her since her arrival. She'd done well to keep it at bay today, but now it crept back up, not unlike a spider or a chill up her spine. There was too much happening for her to maintain her focus.]

[The facade was crumbling, just as her appearance was.]

[She managed a few steps, enough to pull her around the corner from the mirror, before pulling away from the elf and nearly collapsing against a wall. Her head fell into her hands, and her fingers worked their way through her hair one last time. Strands from the right side of her head came free, and she gazed at the ones caught between her fingers until they too faded away.]

It isn't fair.

[Lavellan sat down next to her against the same wall, close enough that they were only just barely not touching. He let her take out her frustration quietly for a few moments before speaking.]

What's not, that you don't have as much hair as that? I'm missing an arm. Want to trade?

[Then he remembered how she'd reacted to a similar joke the first time they'd met.]

I am joking, if that wasn't obvious.

[She glanced up at him. Knowing the man now, his wry humor, she was able to muster up a small smile, one that really nothing more than an upward twitch of her lips. At least if they swapped, it would be harder for someone to abuse her powers.]

I'm glad you were here, Lavellan.

[Her gaze flicked up to meet his, and this time she made sure to make sure the smile on her lips lasted. It was still weak, wobbled in the slightest, but it was there.]

I hope the mirrors were not cruel to you as well.

[He smiled back, genuinely relieved he was able to cheer her up some.]

Oh, some of them were a bit unflattering, but I've had worse thrown at me. I'm just glad they weren't able to trick you.

[The emphasis on her action was intentional. He'd encountered Desire demons, and he knew that nothing he could have said would have helped if she didn't already have the wherewithal to resist.

And, based on what he knew of Angel, it was important that she know that.]

Why don't you grow your hair out now? Surely you can comb it in a way that can cover up your, ah... [He gestured vaguely at the side of his own head. Honestly, he had no idea what those things she had were.]

I think I would take unflattering over -- [She motioned back toward the mirror.] -- that.

[It would have been easier to walk away if she looked a bit more portly or exceptionally tall. None of those things were anything she particularly wanted. Certainly, she wished she could reach the dishes kept on a higher shelf, and maybe she didn't want to look like a stick forever, but such things were unrealistic and exaggerated.]

[This had played right into everything she had ever wanted.]

I would not say it didn't trick me. You wouldn't have had to pull me away if not for my being drawn in.

[For a moment, she studied Lavellan, almost confused as to what he was saying. Then her fingers drifted upward, grazing the ports against the side of her head. The skin of her cheeks brightened, turned a peculiar shade of pink, before she quickly turned her head away.]

[How easy it was to forget such an intrinsic part of her.]

I should speak with the doctor I saw. Perhaps she can help me remove them. [Right, Lavellan had said something.] Until then, growing it out is a good idea.

I wouldn't have been able to pull you away if you hadn't decided to come with me. And as for your hair, why wait?

[He reached out to where her hair was tucked into the side-tail, but didn't quite touch it.]

Can I?

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[On instinct, Angel recoiled. Rarely had people touched her, and usually when they did it was to plug something into her, or to administer an injection. She knew better -- knew that Lavellan meant no harm, but it was hard to break a decades long habit.]

[After drawing a breath though, she nodded to the man, tilting both the side of her head and her hair toward him.]

Go ahead.

[He made sure not to react to her movement; he knew not to take it personally, and figured she'd be less embarrassed if he didn't make a big deal out of it. He did frown at her for a few moments, though, mostly to work out how he was going to do this. No matter what, it was going to be at least a little awkward.

He ended up shifting so that he was more stably propped against the wall, so he (hopefully) wouldn't tip over when he had to shift his weight again. Then he tugged gently at Angel's hairtie--thankfully it wasn't done very tightly, or he'd have to yank at her hair to get anywhere, and then he probably would tip over and the whole exercise would get very painful, not to mention embarrassing.

It took a little while to work it off (he smiled at her apologetically). Eventually the tie came loose, and he placed it on the ground before gently combing his fingers through her hair, parting it so that it fell more to the other side instead, covering the bald area.

Then he reached back down to pick up the hair tie again, and held it out to her.]

You'll have to do this part yourself, but try tying it on that side for now.

[It wasn't until about halfway through Lavellan's clumsy efforts that the siren realized why it was taking so much time. She glanced rather pitifully at his arm, then at him, but said nothing -- too embarrassed to even so much as utter a word or offer a hand. At best, she'd make a fool out of herself, but at worst she might have offended him by implying he was incapable.]

[So she kept her hands in her lap and looked away until the elf had finished his work. She almost instinctively leaned to look into a mirror, but then thought better of it. Working blindly and having a messy hairdo was better than whatever the mirrors might have seen fit to "bless" her with).]

[Quickly, she did as she was told, before finally meeting Lavellan's gaze once more.]

Better?

There we go. You can barely see these.

[He reached around her to gently tap the ports on the side of her head.]

Entirely boring looking. Nobody would look twice at you. What do you say we go find a real mirror so you can see for yourself?

[Entirely boring was a rather nice concept, even if she didn't believe it. Her tattoos were still fairly obvious, even if she tried her best to keep them covered. So too were the bruises beneath her eyes and her altogether stick-like frame.]

[But... This was a major improvement, Angel would admit to that.]

Thank you. That... that would be great.

[Well, Lavellan was the last person to sniff at tattoos, and the rest could come in time.

He managed to stand up by himself with only a little effort, using the wall to push himself to his feet. Then he held his hand out to her, as an offer.]

Let's go, then. I've had quite enough of this place, I have to say.

Agreed. Wholeheartedly.

[She took his hand, but was careful not to rely on him too heavily. She was afraid of unbalancing him, sending them both toppling down. The last thing they needed was physical injuries on top of the mental ones.]

[Though her pace was a little slower this time, she seemed far more confident in her steps. There was no doubt, no desire to turn back and see that reflection once more.]

Thank you again. For helping me and for the hair.

Lasa halani, da'len.

[It slipped out before he could stop himself and for a split second, he froze.

He knew that Angel had been reminding him of the younger Dalish of his clan, the ones that had yet to grow into their confidence and become full hunters or craftsmen, and who were often too intimidated to seek the Keeper for guidance and so sought out her apprentice instead. He just hadn't realized the association was that powerful. Or that that was a part of his life that he badly missed.

But then he turned to walk with her, without acknowledging it. There was no pretending he hadn't said anything, but maybe if he acted like he'd done it on purpose he could avoid further discomfort. If Angel was someone who needed his guidance, then she was someone he needed to stay strong for.]

[Angel, too, froze, confusion written on her own features. That a fantastical elf would speak his own personal fantastical language was not particularly surprising. It was just... unexpected. As if it were right out of the books she'd read.]

[His expression was unreadable, but his brief stillness said all she needed to know. Whatever was said had troubled him, and was thusly none of her business. She'd meddled enough for a lifetime, or at least for the week.]

[So she trailed after him, silent for a long while. Curiosity still churned within her, but she wasn't sure how to broach the subject without making him think she was inquiring about something else entirely.]

What you said earlier... Was that the language you spoke where you were from?

[He appreciated that she waited. Not that it helped, but it did mean she had the consideration to try not to ask. It was a good thing to have.

It did give him time to make sure his voice was smooth when he answered.]

Yes, sort of. It's an ancient language, and few are fluent anymore, but we try to keep it alive as much as we can.

[In any case, she wouldn't be inquiring as to what the words meant. That he had spoken at all wasn't what appeared to be troubling, at least not in her estimation. Rather, it was what he had said.]

[Which meant drilling him on a fantasy language from his fantasy land was totally in the realm of okay.]

It's unfortunate that so few people understand it. It sounds wonderful...

[Well, Angel was wrong about that, but it wasn't something that Lavellan really minded on its own.

He sighed softly, and for a moment considered telling Angel the entire sad history. She was an intelligent girl, and she seemed to understand pain. But he decided against it. His own troubles weren't a burden she deserved.]

The reasons why aren't very pleasant, unfortunately. But there's not much to be done now other than preserve what we can.

[Yeah, Solas.]

[This time, she picked up on the implication, the emotion tied not just to the words themselves, but the language as a whole. It made her cheeks burn hot with shame, made a hard wad appear in her throat. She did what she could to swallow it down, knowing that there was no way to walk back her words, or pretend that she hadn't brought it up.]

I am sorry I brought it up. [A beat.] I am even sorrier that it has been lost to you.

[After a moment, her head lolled to the side, as she considered what else she might be able to say. She had an idea, but what it would really mean to him remained to be seen. The effect would only be prevalent here in this world.]

If you would interested, recording technology here is exceptional. You can document your entire language, and know that it would live on in some form.

[He looked back at her then and smiled one more time.]

Don't apologize. It's... good to have an opportunity to use it.

[And her suggestion is tempting. He'd... have to take some time to think about it.

As much as he only observed what Dalish customs he personally thought made sense, it still wasn't something meant for non-elves. It wasn't up to him to make that public.

And yet...

Well, he'd decide it another time. But he at least owed Angel a better explanation for the time being.]

It's elvish. Not usually spoken to humans. I... used it automatically. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

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deslora

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