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may mod plot log

Who: Everyone
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 )

⋆ All information is current as of day 27 (May 7). There are 100 days in a cycle, and the current cycle started on April 11.

⋆ 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.

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⋆ 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.

⋆ 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

⋆ Although the visit to Escoria was brief, wet, and unpleasant for most, others found new inspiration-- or old ties. A group of Region Four's Gorgóna have spent the last month researching their long and complicated family history and believe they have traced their ancestors directly to a clan of Escoria's more aggressive waterfolk. The Gorgóna are willing to pay 100 sencs to every individual who will assist in escorting them to their lost kin-- and making sure all parties survive the reunion long enough to celebrate. As their last encounter with the Savrii was strictly hostile, this is both a security mission and an opportunity for diplomacy-- and consequently, all travel groups require one member of Clearance Level 2 or higher to come with.

⋆ 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.]]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

POWER TIME

[ Hermione wakes up early and realises almost instantly that something is wrong. There's no magic inside of her, and even reaching for the shard inside her chest doesn't bring her any results. Instead, it just brings a surge of panic and uncertainty that makes her flounder around, trying to find her wand and sort herself out before she figures out where she's going to go and what she'll do. Panic floods her until she's outside and trying to find other people, and that's when it hits her.

She can feel everything these people want - not as though she can hear their thoughts, but as though she there's sudden knowledge thrust into her mind. It's not an entirely new sensation but it's not comfortable, and she blinks rapidly, unaware of the change of colour of her eyes - from a dark brown to golden and red, a symbol of her new power. If she had looked in the mirror she might have been aware of her Grace, but as it stands she simply feels overwhelmed and bereft.

When she finally feels like she has some control she finds a quiet corner to settle, resting her head in her hands and trying to breathe. It's too much, but she's managing all the same, trying to focus on one person at a time rather than letting it get the best of her. ]

AFTER DECONTAMINATION

[ Another thing to get used to is the way that people stare at her once she's done making sure that she hasn't been infected somehow. She didn't undergo any changes back on the asteroid, even if she had considered it - the scar on her face, the white bite marks on her neck, the word mudblood carved into her arm... All of those things could be gone now but Hermione couldn't bring herself to do it. She can't quite give herself over to someone else and she can't quite part with something that made her who she is.

She's proud of her choices, of regaining her honour, of defending Remus, of being a Mudblood. No one would take that away from her.

Even the sly, snide looks people pass her way. She's used to those, too.

Eventually she simply gets frustrated with it all and reaches into her bag - her arm going down to her elbow as she goes - to drag a book out, dropping the tiny beaded thing on the ground beside her before she flops, opening the thing and starting to read. If people are going to stare then, she thinks, she ought to get some work done. ]

Edited 2017-05-11 18:05 (UTC)

[Lavellan isn't touching decontamination, personally. He doesn't trust it--he's seen the sick and the desperate be taken advantage of before, under this kind of scam, and he'd rather solve his problems himself. (Solving everyone else's problems for several years straight makes you less willing to let other people handle things, who would have thought.)

He is scoping it out, though, as subtly as he can manage. Just to see what kind of thing he's potentially up against. He managed to find enough local clothing to cover his face and ears, and hopes it's enough that people will mistake him for one of the natives.

The jeering aimed at people who actually went through decontamination disquiets him. It's not in his nature to keep his head down, and it's a struggle to do so here.

One of the girls he comes across on one of his walkabouts, he recognizes; one of the few non-Thedosian magic-users he's encountered here. He'd give her a pass, but she's stained that telltale green, and that makes him curious: why isn't she as mistrustful of this technology as he is? Maybe there is something here that he's missing, since she'd seemed well-versed in how many things worked.

Maybe she could explain all of this to him.

He sidles up nonchalantly as she reads and sits next to her, before conspicuously peering over her shoulder. He doesn't bother to introduce announce himself or make himself more recognizable in any way. He wants to see what she'll do. (Because he's an asshole.)]

You seem like you've had an eventful day.

[ It's been a few hours since she was settled down and decontaminated - she hadn't been a part of the experiments, of course, but she had still been a little uncertain about how to handle herself and what on earth might happen if she didn't. She was uncomfortable, true, but she knew that she had to do it. She had to make sure that she was safe so that she was able to find a way home to the Drabwurld.

It doesn't make it any easier to deal with the way people look at her, though, as if there's something wrong with her or as if she's dirty, somehow. She's uncomfortable and on edge, constantly rubbing her hand against her arm and doing her best to breathe through it all, ignoring the way that it feels like it burns under her skin. There's no escaping the message scratched into her arm, but...

It's hard to focus, and she's doing her best.

A part of her brain, the part with a Grace, prickles when Lavellan comes up close to her but she doesn't quite realise he's there until he speaks, then she jumps and turns her head, eyes wide as she stares at him and her hand drops to her waist where her rapier lies. When she recognises the fact she relaxes, dropping her fingers away before she nods her head. ]

Just a little bit. I suppose it's the green, right?

[ Her lips twitch ever so slightly. ]

I promise I'm not envious of anything.

[ Green with envy. Get it? ]

[He flinches back instinctively at her reaction, and then relaxes when she does. He really was asking for retaliation, but he hadn't pegged Hermione as anybody potentially dangerous.

Well, most would say the same of him. No harm done, and lesson learned.]

As it should be. It's quite a fetching color. If anything, I should be envious of you.

[Then he leans back, steepling his fingers and holding them against his mouth. He's sort of... giving her a chance to clue in herself, before he tells her directly. Hey, notice how he's got two arms now? Only, he's just realized that he's possibly undone her decontamination, being this close to her, and if it turns out it really was necessary...]

So, you think this parasite is worth the concern, do you?

[ She's too busy looking at his face, frowning a little as his desires come to her mind like a gentle, rolling wave to really notice anything else, at least until she manages to settle and focus her mind somehow.

It's not going well; it's like voices whispering, but she can't quite focus on them. ]

I don't imagine that's what most people think when they look at me.

[ When he steeples his fingers her eyes widen and she watches, for a moment, before it dawns on her. Leaning forward, her shirt riding up to show her tattoos, her eyes widen for a moment before she reaches out, instinct guiding her. When she realises that she doesn't actually know this man properly it falls away and she swallows.

She knows where he got it. ]

I... I'm not sure, but it's better to be safe, isn't it?

[He leans back instinctively when she leans forward, reluctant to let someone else into his space. It means he sees quite clearly when her shirt rides up, and the pattern it reveals on her skin.

It's only a glimpse, and a small part of one at that, but before his life fell apart he'd been the Keeper's apprentice. He'd studied every curl and whorl of each sigil of the pantheon and all their variations, and he'd come to recognize their patterns regardless of their form.

He sees the thorny lightning-branches on Hermione's side and thinks: Elgar'nan.

It could easily be coincidence. But the paranoia this place has given him, of people he's never met knowing things about him and his culture, puts him into high alert.]

What is that?

[Before she can react he grabs the end of her shirt and pulls it up farther, revealing more of what is unmistakably the sigil of Elgar'nan. All he can do is gape at it, his hands shaking. Nothing makes sense.

What the fuck is this human stranger doing with fucking vallaslin?]

Where did you get this?

[ Whatever calm there had been between the two of them is shattered as soon as Lavellan moves into her space and shifts a little too close for her comfort. She'd be more accepting of it if he hadn't gone straight to her shirt, but the reaction is instant and a little on edge, desperate as she pushes herself back and reaches a hand up.

She doesn't mean to thump him, not really, but it comes on instinct and she thinks, vaguely, that Korra might actually be proud of her for throwing a punch for the first time. ]

What do you think you're doing? You can't just go around pulling at people's clothes!

[ She stands up and moves away, shifting back and standing her ground. Her anger is obvious and the violence of it scares her a little, even as she takes a step back and practically glowers at the man in front of her. ]

If you wanted to see you could have just asked! Just because you - you recognise them doesn't mean you have any kind of right to touch me like that! For goodness sake!

[ She moves, pulling her shirt down and ignoring the way her cheeks flame, her breathing coming a little harder. ]

They were a gift, from a friend.

Edited 2017-05-15 16:16 (UTC)

[He hardly hears what she's saying. In his right mind he'd apologize--in his right mind he wouldn't have done it in the first place. But right now nothing seems real, from her anger to the bruise already blossoming on his cheek. It's like something in him has broken.

A human with vallaslin. A human from an entirely different world, with markings specific to his. To his culture. A human.

Does she know? Does she have any idea what that means to someone like him? Did she take it without a sound, as befitting a Dalish adult? Did she have any comprehension of the meaning of it, the centuries of history behind it, or was it just a pretty design to her, something she received on a whim?

From a friend. A gift from a friend. What kind of friend--

He remembers, suddenly, Katsa and the stories of her Lavellan, and the gears of his mind start to turn again.]

Your friend was Dalish.

[He doesn't bother asking if she even knows what Dalish means. If she doesn't, then this is even more wrong than he'd thought.]

Edited 2017-05-15 16:34 (UTC)

[ Hermione stands in front of him and watches, her expression tight and intense, flicking over his features. She recognises him for what he is - an elf, someone just like Narsin was - and she appreciates the fact that these obviously mean something to him, but that doesn't mean that she's going to sit down and take this as if she somehow deserves it, because she knows she doesn't.

She can remember, vividly, the moment that Nasrin helped her get the tattoos. She was told she had to be quiet, she had to make no sound, because that was how it had to be. That the tattoos had deep, important meaning for the Dalish - and she understood it, understood the honour of her being allowed to wear them at all. She respects the tattoos and what they mean even if she doesn't feel as though she's worthy of them.

They're not the tattoos that the elves wore on their faces, and only partly based on any kind of design that they wore. Nasrin had made sure of that. It wasn't a true Dalish tattoo, but it was inspired by it.

Tilting her head up, Hermione watches him, her expression tight. She can feel so much from him; a desire to understand, the want to wrap his mind around it, to see what she thought when she dared to get it, and she breathes out. For all his anger, for all that he has made her furious, she can understand. She wants to reach out for him even as she guards herself.

The tattoos are hers and she refuses to be ashamed of it. ]

Yes. She was my sister. She called me lethallan and - and she was my family. I don't care what you want to say to me - she was important, and she was one of the most wonderful people I've ever met in my entire life. Don't you dare say anything about her, do you understand? Don't - don't you dare.

[ Because her anger is apparent on her features; she won't have anyone talk ill of someone as wonderful as Nasrin. ]

[His breath hitches at lethallan, either a laugh or a sob. He doesn't know the difference anymore. A mounting horror builds in his chest, up his throat and behind his eyes.

He knows, suddenly, with a dreadful certainty, where this is going. There's only one way it can go. What's one more cruel joke played on him by the universe.

When was he going to get a damned break?]

What was her name. [His throat is dry and his voice cracks. He swallows and tries again.] Tell me her name.

[But he already knows what it is. He stares at her with his hands clenched into fists, shaking with desperation, but--Creators, Maker, someone help him--he already knows what her name is.]

[ In a sudden rush Hermione thinks that she can feel it, can feel the rush of him wanting more and more and more, of wanting to do or say something, and... And she doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know what she can do or say to make any of this better, despite the intensity of her frustration.

No one deserves to hurt.

Stepping forward, she hesitates, unsure of what to do or say before she speaks, voice quiet and soft. ]

Nasrin. Nasrin Lavellan.

[ She feels like she already knows how to react, and she casts a gentle spell to keep this between them, to make sure that no one listens in to their conversation. ]

[There

it

is.

It hits him like a punch despite being braced for it, knocks all the air out of him. That's it. That's it, then. He gets the message. He gets it, all right, he's the wrong person, a mistake, Nasrin should have been here instead of him, then Hermione and Katsa and Solas and Varric could have the person they actually want and he could have stayed home in his delusion that people actually want him, know him

he gets it, he does, he never should have been so selfish as to wish for normalcy, he's learned his lesson, take it back, please, take him home

his vision blurs his chest pounds he tries to suck in air but he can't--he can't breathe--he can't breathe and his chest is pounding he needs to go no no no not in front of her this stranger he'd always been in his room alone before and he could have some dignity does this really have to happen too for fuck's sake he can't move he can't breathe he can't deal with any of this

no no no no no no]

[ Hermione can feel it all like a slap in the face, like there's something dangerous rushing over her - and she doesn't know what to do. Her magic - back, a little - mixed with the Grace from Katsa's world means that she has no idea how to handle herself, no idea how to make this right, and she chokes off a noise as she moves closer, almost stumbling as she reaches out for Lavellan. She barely knows him but her heart is aching, desperate to help him in any way she can.

Moving forward, her arms move to rest near him, her hands on his shoulders - not crowding him, but offering a gentle support. She understands. She does. She's never felt the same kind of intense misunderstanding of who she is, but she's been out of place, she's felt on edge, not herself, as if she doesn't fit or make sense or anything like it, and it's certainly not as intense or real as the thing that Lavellan is feeling...

She empathises, and she wants to help.

All of her anger slips away as she breathes out, lifting a hand to push hair away from his eyes, gently, feeling suddenly maternal despite her youth. ]

She's not you. [ She's sure of that. ] There are a thousand different worlds out there. Maybe a million. I saw them all in the Drbawurld, each world with a person with a shard, and I felt them. I saw them come together. You... Your world isn't her world. It's just as good, just as real.

[ His desire to be real, to be valid, to have his existence mean something - she can feel it all. Hermione breathes out a sharp noise. She can't help with this. She can't make this better, and panic floods her. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

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