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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[It made Varric a little angry that Lavellan wasn't willing to walk back his stance, but then... he knew he was being just as obstinate. Granted, he was being obstinate on the side of not defending someone who had nearly destroyed the world, however unintentionally but... he'd let that particular detail rest for the time being. When he'd come into the argument, crossbow blazing, nothing had gone right.]

[Diplomacy, then.]

You know what he did was wrong, right? Why try to defend that? [He kept his tone even, perhaps even bordering on the the lighter side.] What do you stand to gain?

[That... ultimately was what he was curious about. What did the Inquisitor see that was worth fighting for. Solas was his friend, but Anders had been his. Sure, he hadn't wanted to see the blond die, but at the end of the day, it was penance for a crime.]

[So what was there?]

[What did he stand to gain.

Truth be told, Lavellan didn't have an answer. It wasn't as if Varric was wrong. It wasn't as if he hadn't been plenty angry himself, in the aftermath. The week after the council had been a blur of grief and alcohol, and some days he still wondered how he hadn't just drunk himself straight to oblivion.

The truth was that the Inquisition had been his life for three years, willingly or not, and he didn't know what to do with himself anymore without it. He'd poured himself into this position that had been forced on him just to stay sane, and when it all collapsed it left him crippled, directionless, and half-crazy. And with nothing to show for it.

He'd gone to Wycome after to find his Keeper had taken on a new apprentice. It wasn't personal. He'd been gone for years, and life went on for them, and he was too changed to really come back. And they looked at him with pity. So he left, and that was lost to him too.

The truth was finding Solas, finding a way to redeem him, gave him a purpose that he'd been missing since Solas himself had taken it away. If he could find a way to just change Solas's mind, then that meant their friendship meant something, and that meant the Inquisition had been more than just part of Solas's machinations. It meant that Lavellan had been more than just a pawn.

It was believe Solas was his friend, was worthy of redemption, or accept that he'd been chewed up and spat out as collateral damage. As an afterthought. And he could not do that. He was only barely not breaking apart as it was.

But that was something he didn't know how to tell Varric.

He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but nothing came out. Everything he could think to say that wasn't the truth would ring hollow, and the truth was something he couldn't bear to voice.]

[Varric waited patiently, probably longer than most people would have for an answer. And to his credit, when no answer came, he swallowed his frustration. This was more than simple stubbornness, more than the fight reaching a new phase. Lavellan was troubled.]

[It was something Varric hadn't paid attention to, hadn't really cared to notice in the height of their first fight. There was a conflict here, and one that left him feeling tired, as he'd said.]

[It was an exhaustion that Varric understood all too well.]

It's not easy, watching a friend go down a path like this.

[Lavellan stiffened, recoiling slightly, something sharp and hot running up his spine.

He knew where this was going. All he'd wanted this entire time was for Varric to understand. Well, now Varric was understanding, and he was still trying to convince Lavellan otherwise.

Lavellan could not be wrong about this, which mean that Varric still was. He had to be.

He broke eye contact and started shaking his head no with something like panic.]

There's still time. Varric, there's still time. He isn't beyond help. I can make him see, I just need to find him.

[Varric opened his mouth to argue, but the visceral response, the panic in his eyes, it stilled the dwarf's tongue. He stared quietly, frown twisting over his lips. Fury pooled in his gut once more, but it wasn't at the elf.]

[No. This time it was toward himself.]

Alright. [He could relent, at least in the face of Lavellan. In the face of his friend. Varric resented what Solas had done, but that resentment didn't need to bleed through to Neriel. From what he could remember, from what he knew of his own Inquisitor, he'd always had a relatively sound mind.]

[At the very least, he owed him, and by extension, Solas, the benefit of the doubt. At least to his face.]

What makes you think he can be helped.

[Varric was still willing to listen to him. Relief replaced panic so quickly it almost left him dizzy. Though that might also have been the heat.]

We spoke before he disappeared again. What he's doing... it's not something he wants to do. It's something he thinks he has to. I promised him I'd prove otherwise.

[He sighed, a long, weary exhale, and rubbed the heel of his hand into his eyes. It came away wet, but with sweat or something else he didn't know. He was suddenly very tired.]

I'm not an idiot, Varric. I know you think I'm fooling myself. But you don't know him like I do. None of you did. I was the only one who ever really bothered to try and connect with him, except maybe for Cole.

[His gut twisted with guilt when he remembered what Varric had said about that, back at the bar.]

He wanted me to stop him. I know he did.

I only think you're fooling yourself because I've been in your shoes. [A hand lifted up, brushing sweat from his forehead before pinching his nose.] I know what Anders did was wrong, but I can't tell you how many nights I spent awake, wondering what I could have done to fix it.

[The elf had a point -- Varric had never really tried to connect with him. They had conversed from time to time, but most of it was Solas drilling him on not being connected to his culture. In that sense, the man hadn't exactly made it easy to reach out and connect.]

I just need to know, kid. Why do you think he wanted you to stop him. I want to believe you. I've always believed in you. Give me something.

[Lavellan could have laughed if he'd had the energy. Always believed in him. As if Varric hadn't just met him barely a month ago. Not for the first time he wondered how much of Varric's concern was just due to the universe's most ridiculous case of mistaken identity. Also not for the first time, he wondered whether he had enough pride left to care.

And again he was asking questions that Lavellan didn't know how to answer. He couldn't cite Solas's body language, his tone of voice, the feel of the conversation they'd had--if Varric was inclined to be convinced by evidence like that, he'd already have taken Lavellan at his word.

There was only one thing he could really say.]

Because he said so. I told him that I'd do whatever it takes to show him he doesn't have to do this. He said--he said he'd welcome the chance to be proven wrong.

[And he called Lavellan his friend.]

[Maybe the personality and appearance had changed, but at the end of the day, Lavellan was still the inquisitor, the so-called Herald of Andraste. Perhaps the choices along the way had differed, but it sure as hell took a lot of faith to align one's self with a cause like the Inquisition's.]

[Nothing could change at least that much.]

[It wasn't much to go off of, but Lavellan's words at least put Varric at ease. If nothing else, Solas had accepted that he had done wrong, and might be far more receptive to being talked down than any of the monsters that Varric had previously faced. How Lavellan planned to do any of that without drawing blood was beyond the dwarf but...]

[Faith. That was what it all came down to.]

Alright then. So... guess we better start figuring out a way to prove him wrong. That way you're ready once you go back.

[Lavellan's head snapped up in surprise, and he just stared at Varric for a few moments. He couldn't stop a slow, shaky smile from spreading across his face.]

Thank you.

[Then he swallowed and looked away again. He knew that Varric was making a huge concession here. In the back of his mind he understood Varric's doubt, recognized his own desperation in ignoring it.

He had to say something in turn, even if it meant giving voice to his own doubts.]

I know how it seems, and--and maybe you're right. But I can't just give up on him without trying. You understand that, don't you?

Better than you might think.

[He wouldn't bring up Anders again, not in this conversation, but that was where his mind drifted. How he'd desperately tried to draw his friend out of his reverie, only for it to backfire, well, explosively. He would have loved to have a chance to make things right, to fix things before he was too far gone.]

[Even if, in Varric's eyes, Solas already was.]

[It wouldn't be the first time he'd gone on a mission he thought fruitless. But he owed it to Lavellan, to his friend, to at least try. The same way he would have hoped that someone else might have tried to save Anders.]

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march mod plot log

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

ingress travel info

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