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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[Seeing her trying to peek about him at the field behind makes the smile reach his eyes. There’s something so genuine about the gesture, an earnest hope, and he feels a pleasant warmth fill his chest. He cannot decipher the meaning of the feeling, but he understands the happiness lingering.]

Then I shall not keep you. [He takes a step back and gestures with his arm, before turning to lead the way.] As I had mentioned, you are free to take any with you, if you so wish. They otherwise go quite unadmired. It is a shame, truly. Things that are natural and unintended yet full of life being so easily ignored.

[Angel trailed after the man eagerly, though her gaze didn't settle on him for long. As much as she enjoyed her home within the trees, living on a farm didn't seem all that bad, either. Perhaps she would spend a few nights with Angela at some point, just so she could sit out and enjoy the breeze and watch the day shift into night.]

[Such thoughts could be mulled over later. She picked up her pace just enough to be even with Fenris, then met his gaze and offered him yet another smile]

Perhaps I will. I imagine I could press them between books to preserve them. Or make flower crowns, perhaps.

[He hums quietly at her ideas. The former he knew of, but the latter he was not certain he understood.]

Pressing flowers is not uncommon in the world where Hawke and I am from. Some even make a business of pressing herbs in such a way and transporting them to different countries and cities to sell. They keep quite well, I understand, if the technique is applied correctly.

But I’ve not heard of flower crowns. What are they?

[When she had spoken with both Hawke and Fenris before, she had come to a perhaps obvious conclusion. The world they came from was a fascinating one. Trading and selling flowers seemed simplistic, maybe, but it seemed far more enticing than trading and selling guns.]

They're a collection of flowers woven together. I used to see women wearing them on the ECHOnet. I've always wanted to do it but -- [She trailed off for a moment.] I just never had a chance.

[His brows raise from the concept. He had not thought before of flowers being woven together. In fact, weaving and flowers seemed such different things by comparison. Yet, a flowers stem could very well be as thread. He feels rather enlightened with this knowledge. He has never considered applying the physical reality of a flower in such a way before. It seems altogether spectacular, even if he has not real interest in the act itself. Whoever thought flowers could be woven together first must be truly clever indeed.

He averts his gaze briefly at the note of uncertainty from the young woman. Though he already knows he hasn't any personal interest in the act itself, the fact of being stripped of chances to experience things is not a foreign notion to him in the least. He nods quietly to acknowledge her words first and takes a few moments to think before he replies.]

Opportunity is not a thing that always comes easily. [He looks toward her again.] I have known similar, though not with regard to flower crowns. But knowing this, I am all the more grateful that I have afforded you such a chance.

[He smiles again now.]

Better that these flowers be used for something splendid rather than to be wasted.

You're right. [Angel paused, then lifted her hand to wave the man off. She had come to have a pleasant time, to enjoy the flowers and be at ease. None of that was happening, none of it would happen, if they continued to dwell on such a morose concept.]

Have you had a picnic here at all? It might be nice to come out here with something to eat. [She glanced over at him, head tilting to the side.] Would you ever be interested in that?

A picnic?

[He recalls Hawke having suggested similar before. Long ago on that different world where they’d first found themselves. A meal between friends. They had had quite a few, and Cousland had even come to appreciate the camaraderie they’d all shared. But since arriving into this strange, advanced universe, he had long forgotten such pleasantries, even having settled into a farm again with Hawke at his side.]

Yes, I. [He nods looking across the field as he does. It would be a beautiful place for it, indeed. The process of upkeep and maintaining the crops, the garden, and the barrels of liquor had all taken up space in his mind such that he hadn’t even thought to take the leisure time to enjoy what they had achieved here. He’d even forgotten to chart the stars, as he had done nightly before.] I think it would be quite wonderful. To have a picnic.

[His eyes reflect his intrigue.] I’m certain others would find it satisfying as well. If you’ve any friends you’d wish to invite along.

Perhaps at some point. [Her mind flicked to a select handful of friends, Laura and Krieg being the most prominent. She wondered how the woman might look amongst the flowers, or how the psycho would react to such delicate things. Yes, she would have to bring them both at some point.] But I want to have one with you, first.

[Spotting the flowers, Angel sprinted ahead, stopping only on the edge of their domain. From there, she inched forward carefully, until finding a relatively safe place to plop down and stare up at the sky.]

It's beautiful here.

Oh. [He finds himself surprised at the precedence, her wanting his presence specifically before her other friends. It...feels so strange, to be wanted for something so simple. Altogether different from how Hawke would have insisted. He feels heat in his face. It’s all the better that Angel makes off toward the flowers just then.

He watches her silently as he continues walking. The way she clearly glows in the presence of the wildflowers makes him smile fondly. Something about how she gently approaches to find her own place among them stirs a memory, a long forgotten one, and he takes care as well when he passes the boundary.]

Indeed. [It seems like a whisper, a secret.] That I can be so lucky to experience it... Perhaps the Maker has graced me.

[Softly, he settles to her side.]

[It was clear there was a change in his demeanor. Her head angled to the side slightly, and for a silent moment she simply studied both him and his features, as if they might reveal the answers for her.]

[Naturally they did not, and with nothing else to go on, she opted to let it go for the time being. Instead, she gingerly plucked a flower, then lifted it up to her ear and tucked it there.]

[Something he said did pique her curiosity. She'd heard him mumble about it before, but hadn't found the time to ask about it.]

The Maker?

[Fenris watches her fingers deftly tuck the flower behind her ear, and it stirs another long forgotten memory in him. Gentle hands do the same, and the color brings out her eyes. He teases her for it, but they both know she looks beautiful.]

Yes. He is worshipped by many in Thedas. Where we were first from. He is said to have created the world and everything in it.

[He looks to the side and traces a flower’s petal gently with his forefinger as he continues,] Though his existence is questionable. Considered a creation of thought by humans. Most elves would sooner believe in the elven gods than the Maker, not that I ever did.

But even without really knowing, sometimes it feels as if he must be real. In moments like this, when everything feels so wholly extraordinary. It feels as if he cares for someone such as myself, regardless of the hardships I have endured, and he feels so...real.

[He shrugs at that and looks back toward her sheepishly. He isn’t sure if his explanation has helped much.] I apologize if the explanation is unsatisfactory. Sebastian could explain far better than I. For myself, the Maker is simply a possibility, a hope. Though I speak of him sometimes as if he is real, I do not know if he ever was, or even if he cares for all living creatures as it is often claimed.

[Angel's thoughts drifted to the only other elf she knew -- Lavellan. There were far too many differences in their appearance for her to logically assume they were from the same place. However, she did find herself wondering about his gods. They'd mentioned having a talk about where he'd come from at one point. Perhaps she could bring it up then.]

[Fenris was her focus now though, and she took in every word with wide, fascinated eyes. Sitting up, the siren tucked her knees to her chest and nodded along. Where she came from, gods were often second fiddle to sciences. She understood the logic -- why waste time on that which was impossible to prove, when there was far more that could be explored in the universe.]

[It was interesting to hear the perspective of someone who was clearly influenced by such a thing.]

It's good then. That you have something like that, I mean. [Would things have been easier if she had a god to believe in? Or harder, if it meant feeling like she had been forsaken? Angel couldn't say for sure.]

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march mod plot log

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

ingress travel info

deslora

thisavrou (R6)

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