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thisavrou_log2017-05-06 05:15 am
may mod plot log
When: May 7 to May 31th
Where: Thisavrou + New Worlds
Warnings: none in the description; please label your headers where appropriate!
thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )
⋆ Storm Update: On day 29 (May 9), the typical structure of the storm surrounding Thisavrou seems to shift visually with the clouds and intermittent flashes of lightning forming new patterns. At the same time, Ingress technicians detect a strange energy signature emanating from the facility at low levels, almost like a leak. There is no obvious effect at first, but by the end of the day, that energy begins to flow across Kauto and Chioni with curious results.
Residents of the planet will soon discover that they have acquired strange superhuman (or superbeing, for those who aren't human) powers. Those who are particularly social or who have been around for a long time may realize that these powers resemble abilities wielded by those who have come through the Ingress in the past, or even those who have never set foot on Thisavrou but are from the same world as someone who has.
Effects of the odd energy vary – people may discover they can read minds, cast magical spells, or have become invulnerable. These powers may also replace ones they already have. The level of control is just as unpredictable—someone may be a natural with their new abilities, or be in great need of a tutor!
By day 33 (May 13 OOC), the effect has faded, and the technicians soon decide to restrict the days that the Ingress is active going forward.
[[For more information, check out this OOC post!]]
⋆ While Kauto has always been known for its temperate climate, the slow changes have accelerated as the onslaught of the storm around Thisavrou shifts. A noticeable drop in temperature from the norm finds the planet settling at an alarming 54° F / 12° C during the day. And at night, temperatures fluctuate between this and 40° F / 4° C. All residents who tend crops will discover that some plants and other vegetation have withered without the warmer temperatures. An evacuation of all scientists and researchers on Chioni will be announced within the month due to its incredibly unstable surface temperature of -60° F / -51 C during the day and -150° F / -101° C at night. Access to some of the furthest burgs have been restricted until further notice because of this.
⋆ Savrii Notices:
As recently made public in Deputy TOD’s broadcast, a foreign presence has infiltrated Thisavrou using the bodies of its recent travelers. Presumed both intelligent and hostile, the contaminant has prompted a rapid response from the Savrii. Testing and Decontamination Centers have been established on Kauto and Chioni, and all persons who have traveled off-world in the last two cycles are called to present themselves for examination.
The basic procedure will last about six hours: medical tests, technical analysis, and a high-powered chemical wash designed to “make any stowaways run screaming”. All of this in addition to prolonged questioning as to their recent points of contact both on Thisavrou and outside. Parties who demonstrate cause for concern (including, of course, acknowledged contact with the contaminant) will be flagged in the Savrii’s database and required to return for twice-weekly visits to continue the procedures. Other than the phantom emptiness described previously, characters will feel no side effects of their exposure at this time. They may, however, find casual passerby avoiding them after a visit. Medical secrecy only goes so far against fear of plague, and that chemical wash also stains most creatures a cheery yellow-green.
Whatever its effect on your life personally, the social effects of the incursion are difficult to miss. Whispers and fear turn to paranoia and full-blown fights, and Thisavrou's population centers are packed with heated debates about safety versus exploration-- or sometimes, versus the explorers themselves. A small black-market trade in preventative medicine (real or otherwise) has sprung up, and rumors claim that the full list of infected persons can be bought too: by those who have the right connections and a lot of cash to pay.
Combating this upswing of violence and disorder? Thisavrou's intermediaries. Combination police force and negotiators, the intermediaries have always been crucial to the rule of law on Thisavrou. Recent events, however, have seen them advertising their presence more: some wearing a strip of silver cloth to mark their status and availability to help. If approached by one, characters will experience a supernatural sense of calm. They will find their concerns met with sympathy and understanding... but somehow also the exact right words to talk all parties down. Whether that means persuading your neighbor to leave you out of his conspiracy theories or explaining why you need to report in for testing... well, that depends on you.
Following the opening of travel to the planet Deslora, an unscrupulous individual smuggled back clownbee larvae. In the weeks since, the clownbees have become a mildly invasive species in certain areas of Region 3. Victims of clownbee stings report an irresistible urge to smear garish makeup across their faces and the need to consume as much sugar as possible. Citizens are cautioned to listen for telltale sounds of buzzing and honking, and be wary.
An organization that purchased samples from the planet Aueia several months ago is opening an exhibit at a museum in Region 1. Those who participated in gathering objects from the planet, as well as any who care to attend, are invited to attend a small opening reception for the exhibit, where they will be presented with a small gift from an ardent lover of that world's wildlife: a small whale carving made of stone with mild psychic properties. When touched with bare hands, the holder will receive a mental picture of someone who means a great deal to them, with perfect clarity, as if they saw them just a moment ago.
⋆ Mission notices have been posted to TABs for anyone interested in earning a little extra cash. Available missions are listed below:
Day 28 (May 8th) - While recent events have been difficult, the Department of Ingress Contingency Coordination is impressed by the rapid response of all Savrii in coming together to ensure public safety. A few holdouts, however, are rumored to be hiding their conditions-- and thereby putting not only themselves, but the entire population at risk. The department will therefore offer a reward of 100 sencs to citizens willing to report these cases, with an additional 200 senc bonus if the persons involved have been directly exposed to the contaminants. As Deputy TOD puts it, "you're only SAVING EVERYONE'S LIVES". Day 36 (May 16th) - EN-Line systems throughout Thisavrou have begun to suffer a strange outbreak of mechanical failures that are leaving commuters by the wayside. Rumor claims some of Chioni's insectoid residents might be to blame. The Savrii will pay 50 sencs to anyone capable of confirming the problem, and 300 to anyone who solves it.
ingress travel info
⋆ 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. As of this month, security will be in place outside the Ingress to ensure no clearance violations occur.
⋆ The Ingress powers Thisavrou in every way: economically, socially, and as a literal source of light and heat. However, between the biohazard incident and the recent escalation of the storms, the hazards of free travel can no longer be ignored. As a result, on May 10, the Ingress will be sealed against intrusion.
While sealed, Ingress travel must be directly controlled by the technicians. Instead of directing the open channel of the Ingress, technicians will be opening access to specific worlds, and closing it immediately after. As a result, traveling parties will have certain timeframes to leave and to return. Missing your schedule can result in being stranded offworld until the next travel period comes. Additionally, no new arrivals will be able to appear while Thisavrou's Ingress remains sealed. ((For OOC ramifications, check out the new app schedule!))
* Due to the closure and a recent push for regulation, no new worlds will be opened for exploration at this time. However, travel to established worlds will still be permitted, especially by individuals who have made contact there before. This opens up the opportunity for...
Revisiting Old Haunts
⋆ As many concerns have been brought up about the risks of their own Ingress travel, the Savrii are united in one certainty: that manipulation of the Ingress by other parties poses a far greater risk. A colony buried in the ruins of Thiri has been discovered engaging in their own in-depth studies on the use of Ingress energy. The Savrii consider this behavior to be a threat to the stability of all universes, and as with the Midway Hub, intervention is required at any cost.
A team is being sent to destroy all research data and technology onsite, along with anyone who interferes. As the colony's population is expected to interfere in its entirety, full combat gear will be provided to all volunteers. The mission will be supervised by high-clearance Savrii, and pay 250 sencs to each volunteer. All volunteers must be of at least Clearance Level 3, or personally vouched for by someone who is.
⋆ A year ago (by their local calendar), one of Thisavrou's established trade partners was approached by a pirate ship, one that had stolen from their world before. When the ruse was discovered, they attempted to force out the invaders, and in doing so, suffered a tragedy beyond proportion: the loss of an entire world.
Caducus Primary is no more. The mission announcement also notes that their sister planet, Caducus Secondary, also suffered massive losses in their efforts to force reparations from the murderers. On Day 35 of the current cycle (May 25th), a gathering is being held in the field of shattered glass where Caducus Primary was, to piece together a monument to the fallen. Thisavrou has pledged to send a delegation to assist. The pay will be minimal (30 sencs, to cover a missed workday), but this mission is open to all clearance levels.
[[ooc: For questions, comments, or additional information, check out the OOC post here.]]
Frisk | OTA
[In the end, it hadn't been a difficult decision for Frisk. A potential moment of pain versus the safety of everyone around them...they had gone in right alongside Asriel and submitted themself to the procedures. It was for everyone's sake, so...so it would be fine, right?]
[They're doctors. No one will know. No one.]
[Frisk makes no effort to hide their neon-colored skin and hair, and keeps quietly to themself hurrying along the street on their errands. Sideways looks, glares, whispers behind hands...it's nothing new. They can handle it.]
[Then a bottle cracks open on the ground right in front of their feet.]
"What do you think you're doing out here?! You're going to get everyone sick, you idiot!"
[Frisk freezes and looks over to the tall, ethereally slim alien that towers over them with fists clenched.]
I...'m sorry. 'M not tryin' t'--
"Oh, so you know how this thing spreads? If you know so much why don't you tell them how to fix it?!"
[Frisk shrinks in on themself, ducking their head and gripping tightly onto their sweater.]
N-no, I...they said I could...
"Said you could what, pretend like nothing is wrong? People could DIE!"
[They can handle it.]
B: Let's call this power... (May 9-13)
[So this is what it's like.]
[For the first day, it's rather hard to find Frisk. Up beyond the atmosphere, they'd spent a lot of time at the edge of the Ingress storm simply watching it, looking down at the planets below and lookingfeelingtouching the tiny pinpricks of life milling about below. For the first time in their life they feel content, at peace.]
[They aren't sure they like the cost, however. They almost forgot to be sure Chara knew they were okay.]
[The next day Frisk returns to the planet, and anyone that knows them can immediately tell they've been affected by the storm. Their skin is a pale white, and their hair has gone a light silvery color. Their eyes, held open and much more easily seen, are a bright and unnatural red. But the oddest thing is their eerie smile. It's not that it holds any malice or secrecy, but rather that it holds...nothing. Nothing at all.]
[Don't worry. They're still themself. Just...different.]
C: Reparations (May 25)
[When they heard about the mission, the choice of whether or not to go was an easy one. Deciding how they felt, however, was another matter entirely.]
[There isn't much that a small child can do to help in such a large construction project, but they do their best. Helping to carry smaller loads of materials, their boots crunching over the debris of shattered glass that goes on as far as can be seen--]
[The pain in their belly flows out on the floor...they can't move.]
[RESET. RESET. RESET.]
[They pause for a moment, lips pressed thin, and shake their head. Shouldn't think about it.]
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They slip to their front, inserting themself between the pair; between neon-colored child and adversary. Their smile crease the corners of their cheeks, closed in red, head slightly to one side.
When they speak, the words are polite and serene.]
Would you care to repeat that?
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Chara...?
[When did they...?]
[The alien fumes as she squares her stance again, the tendrils on her shoulders waving with anger and fear.]
"I don't need to! Everyone knows how dangerous that thing all these morons have brought back with them is!"
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[The tip of the blade swings upward, idly, so that they may brace the tip of their index finger against it. Not enough to cut skin, though it could, as easily as butter. Simply ensuring that it catches the light, a red arc to match their painted-on smile.]
Of the two of us, Frisk is hardly the one you should be afraid of.
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"What...exactly are you trying to imply?"
[Frisk swallows and shakes their head, taking two small steps forward.]
Ch-Chara...it's--it's okay, you don't gotta...
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[The thing's appendages retract like a dying spider's legs. Idly, entirely too idly, they wonder that if they bisected her in two, if they would lie limp like an octopus or if they would stay shriveled up like that, crablike limbs hooked over themselves in an aquiline frieze.
They are not of any grand stature, or impressive height. But they possess a strange pair of eyes, and a wide, unnerving smile.
They continue, patiently.]
I'm going to count to three.
[A blink, and those eyes darken, thick now with a black, viscous substance. A discharge smelling of rot, of bruised flower petals, of something long dead.]
One.
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[The shrill nervousness in Frisk's voice is mirrored by the pale shock on the alien's face. She takes a step back, glancing around for any sort of help. But (hah) nobody is coming to her aide here.]
[Shouting down an infected idiot is one thing, but fighting a creepy-ass kid with a knife? Anyone that's even smelled a horror movie knows that shit never goes well.]
"Just--just keep your disease away from the rest of us!!"
[She turns and hurries away after that weak parting shot, fearfully glancing multiple times back over her shoulder. Behind Chara, Frisk relaxes faintly, but there's still plenty of disgruntled murmurs from the surrounding crowd.]
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They smile, and the alien bustles off, even if the crowd has yet to disperse in earnest.]
Shall we?
[An innocent offer to be on their way, as if they didn't just do...that.]
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[Frisk tries to ignore it, nearly curling in on themself and managing a small nod. It's not...they're doing what they have to. This will fix it, it has to.]
...'m sorry...
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[Chara snaps, unprompted, and the more the itch of other people's eyes start to rove over them - ha ha, all right, then. Go on. Stare at the freak. Look them over. Scrutinize them. Speculate about the consistency of their blood, their creepy face, their strange eyes, their sharp smile!
A snap and turn of their head, and their skin - crawls.
Too many. Too many, and all at once. The heat and rush of the encounter fades as quickly as it arrived, leaving nothing in its wake but the pulse of blood vessels in their temples, the drumming of their own nerves across the twitch of every finger, the tightness of every breath.
Pull yourself together, Chara.
Be untouchable.]
Frisk. [Too sharp, and too fast. Stitch the words out evenly, unhurriedly.] Let's go.
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[The explanation dies in their throat--every set of eyes feels like the heated point of a laser, boring in and pulling them apart, pulling Chara apart. Worried murmurs turn into something else, muttered insults and low-voiced conversations of futures they had no choice in.]
["What are we supposed to do with ░▓▒?" "▓█▒ won't be here long." "Troublemaker." "Useless."]
[They were good. They've been good.]
We've got better to do.
[They almost don't realize they've said it, soft enough to only reach the ears of the only one that matters. Frisk's gaze flickers to Chara before they start to move, heading for a small opening among the crowd--and reaching for a tethering hand.]
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[Laura growls out from behind the alien bothering the other child. She doesn't stand for other kids being potentially harmed, especially by adults. She's not a hero, not like her dad. But she can take care of this. She moves to stand in front of the other kid, extending her arms out in a protective pose.]
No one will die...unless you do not go now.
[Her tone implies that she won't be responsible for what happens if they don't. Laura bares her teeth and growls low, and her hand fumbles around behind her to grasp hold of Frisk's. Without much warning, Laura gives a tug and takes off at a run. She pushes past the being who bothered heckle and harass, and intends on dragging Frisk off toward safety.]
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[The alien stumbles aside from Laura's sudden dash, full of too much bluster to back up their anger and threats with any real force. Frisk is pulled along without even a sound, feet pounding against the ground and following the directions like little arrows between tiles. Right, right, right, up, right, down...when they do find their voice again it's small, almost too faint to catch.]
...I didn't call.
[They didn't cry out, never chose that ACT...so why?]
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Unfortunately, it looks like Frisk is getting the same treatment he did. He hurries his steps, and suddenly there's a bright yellow-green goat standing between Frisk and the aliens. He looks up at them, his expression challenging them to try something, before turning to Frisk.]
Let's go home, Frisk. It's not safe outside right now...
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[Frisk blinks in utter confusion, unsure where Asriel had even come from. There hadn't been anyone around just a moment ago...right?]
[The alien, however, is much quicker to get over her shock.]
"Oh yes, it's not SAFE for you all to be spreading that disease now that we know, right?!"
B
It's familiar, the branches and leaves and the occasional breeze around him. But it's different from how things were in Japan, without his constant worries looming over him.
It's best when Frisk helps out, but now he's starting to wonder if they're going to come over at all today. After a while, he sets his basket down on the ground and hauls himself up into the higher branches to keep an eye out. Maybe he'll be able to see them coming better from here.]
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Hello. Do you still need help today?
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He thinks that's Frisk, probably, but... they sure do look different.
Ginko drops down by a few branches and leans over, brow furrowing as he looks at them.]
Frisk? What... happened?
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[There's no need to pretend with Ginko--he'll understand what's happened to them. Frisk lifts themself up off the ground with a gentle ease, rising up to settle on the branch next to Ginko.]
I'm like Tabris right now. Other people have gotten powers as well, but I don't know how long it will last.
[It won't, though. Nothing ever lasts.]
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Really? [He hasn't noticed anything odd... maybe it's passed him over.] So, you... how do you... feel?
[He doesn't know how else to put that, really. Besides the whole flying thing, they sure are acting strange.]
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[Frisk looks at Ginko for a few long moments, then down at the ground for an even longer time. How they feel...?]
...it's different. I don't feel like I need to keep everyone happy, and I won't be upset if people leave me right now. I still like my friends, but I don't need anyone. But I know I'll be upset later if a lot of things go wrong, so I want to try and keep things how they are.
I don't really know how, though. I already scared Chara, and I was really trying to be good to them.
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But... given how Tabris could be, it's not too surprising that, if Frisk is like him now, they'd be having trouble with people - though it's difficult to imagine much of anything scaring Chara.]
...I guess it scared them that you were acting different. 'Specially if they didn't know Tabris, so you couldn't explain it as well.
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[A pause.]
I don't think it was a good laughing.
[Frisk looks over at Ginko with a faint frown.]
I hope I change back soon. This doesn't feel right.
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I'm... sure you will. [He's not sure if saying that he hopes so, too, would be encouraging or insensitive, so.] I guess stuff like this just... happens here. Like it did on the Moira. It always passed over eventually then.
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[Waiting is one thing they've always been good at.]
You didn't answer my question.
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