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February -> March: Transition Log and IC Intro
Who: Anyone and Everyone
When: March 1-5
Where: Avagi
What: The Memorials activate
Warnings: Label your content.
[OOC: The player characters' destination will be revealed on March 6 with our new world travel log. While the primary purpose of this log is to conclude February's event, it also occurs during the arrival period for new characters in March—making it the IC Intro for March's newbies! Apps will be processed over the next couple of days, so we encourage you to keep an eye out for the new arrivals.
For now, if you have any questions about the event, feel free to take them to last month's OOC post. Characters who were volunteered for the Mirtos transformation will revive on March 5—please hit up the resurge page for information on their revival.]
When: March 1-5
Where: Avagi
What: The Memorials activate
Warnings: Label your content.
| Over the last month, Avagi's latest inhabitants faced an array of hardships: trapped in an increasingly small survivable zone under the predation of the unkillable Mirtos. They answered with a wide array of efforts, looking to activate the fragments of the Ingress to wield its energy for their own ends. Some expended resources to imbue the new Memorial with power. Others made offerings of their attention: reports, prayers, meditation—and in one unique case, their self. As of March 1st, these efforts have succeeded: both in charging up these pieces of the Ingress and in calling someone's focus there. |
| Activation | ||
| (March 1-4) |
There are witnesses when it happens. There have to be. Whatever power has been gifted to these pieces of the Ingress; whatever urgency you've managed to impart, your minds and voices are the beacon. You may be plotting, praying, or simply working, but when the Memorials activate, some of you will be at hand to watch. It starts with a pulse of power. Silver light—the light now atop both memorials—radiating outwards in a sphere. Where it passes through you, it brings a surge of warmth and energy, and a bright glow that lingers in your mind. But it doesn't stop with the witnesses, or even with the walls. The pulse sent by each memorial will spread: radiating outwards through the station to light up the path between. Bit by bit, the storm inside Avagi's halls erodes: shadows retreating further and further until they have nowhere left to hide. And where living beings will find themselves bolstered, this energy is anathema to the storm's conduits. Once the light reaches the Mirtos, their passive absorption of energy stops. They become more aggressive, looking to drain and destroy any target they can—but they are also limited and vulnerable. They must be actively in contact with an individual to inflict harm, and will experience damage from blows, blades, or ranged attacks. While still more durable than your average corpse, they can be destroyed. The station hazards, of course, persist—and for all their efforts at repair, the home team will have only a few safe spaces left to them. The Medbay, Ingress Memorial, and Greenery remain clear, but other locations are clogged with airborne toxins, and stored supplies of oxygen are running low. But individuals approaching death will find themselves engulfed by a blaze of silver fire. They vanish, leaving no corpse or other sign of death—nothing but the same light you've spread throughout the halls. Halls which continue to brighten. On March 3, the first portals appear: energy coalescing to brief doorways, here and gone again in the span of seconds. Anyone quick enough to step through will find themselves transported randomly across Avagi: anywhere between (and including) the two Memorials. As the energy continues building, these will become increasingly common. Some appear on top of individuals. Others bring new arrivals in. While helpful in some cases, the portals are random, and just as likely to drop you into danger as facilitate an escape. |
| Through the Cracks | ||
| (March 5) |
On March 5, the glow suffusing the hallways has escalated to a blinding intensity. Whether you open your eyes or try to shut them, you can see the silver light. You can feel its warmth. The flash-coalescions of energy that form the portals are everywhere, and most likely, it comes as no surprise when you find yourself stumbling through one. But this time, you don't come out the other side. A push forward. A ringing in your head. A warmth, or dizziness, or sensation of color. However long you have resided on Avagi, all of its inhabitants are familiar with the symptoms of travel between worlds. But the cracks that separate realities have never seemed quite so large... or so distant. Certainly, you've never been stuck in them before. Direction is meaningless. Time more so—just a speck among infinite dimensions, all unraveling around you in an impossible maze. The space is white and empty, but also nauseating, impossible: the edge of an awareness that would shatter you to pure insanity. If you just reached out, you would brush up against the totality of worlds. But amidst the madness, a single point draws your focus. A single shape with structure and dimension, bound to specific rules amidst this junction where nothing else is whole. A shape that might be oddly familiar to a specific few. The planes and angles of Cayde-6's Ghost. Five days earlier, the Ghost merged with the away team's Memorial, vanishing from the station. In their efforts to communicate, they offered themself as a conduit: an offer someone else has readily accepted. The voice that emerges from Ghost's shape is layered and pervasive: a wash of realities barely constrained to a coherent form.  You have no way of telling how long the phrases echo in your mind. But when they fade, the lurch of Ingress travel resumes—and this time, completes. All characters will find themselves returning to reality... if not necessarily the one they've made their home. |
[OOC: The player characters' destination will be revealed on March 6 with our new world travel log. While the primary purpose of this log is to conclude February's event, it also occurs during the arrival period for new characters in March—making it the IC Intro for March's newbies! Apps will be processed over the next couple of days, so we encourage you to keep an eye out for the new arrivals.
For now, if you have any questions about the event, feel free to take them to last month's OOC post. Characters who were volunteered for the Mirtos transformation will revive on March 5—please hit up the resurge page for information on their revival.]
Raven Darkholme | ota
[This is most certainly not the day Raven is expecting to have. It had been shaping up to be a relatively uneventful day after so many in recent memory being so filled with heartache and incredible violence. It's the evening and Raven had been needing an escape from the school which had found her wandering a nearby wooded park to get away from them, to get away from the attachments she's starting to feel again. She's afraid for what might happen to them. Afraid to let herself feel again. The children at the school are becoming more like her family despite her intentions to help train them yet still keep them at a distance.
She's walking down a path about to cross to small wooded bridge when her world gets turned upside down. Quite literally in fact. She's falling, although it makes little to no sense as she'd already on the ground. But she's falling down and on top of something softer than the dirt path. A body? Her eyes are staring up at the metal ceiling in shock. Where-? Is this Kurt playing some kind of prank? If so it's not a very funny one.
To whomever on the Avagi Raven has just fallen on top of, you'll find yourself underneath a blonde with crimped hair and an eighties style denim jacket and tight black jeans and not a blue skinned mutant.]
Through the Cracks: March 5
[Raven is only just beginning to accept this place as her new reality. The Avagi. A space station she's been pulled to in the middle of the recesses of space. A place she's been before but doesn't remember. It all feels like a dream, so when she finds herself falling in a portal again, she almost expects that this will lead to her waking. Back in Westchester. Back with Charles and the X-men.
When the brightness fades and she can finally see again, what she sees makes even less sense than before. Is she going mad? Raven walks in a direction, but it feels as though she's making no great progress. If this isn't a dream it's making a very good approximation of one. Like she wants to run, but can't quite get her feet to move in the proper direction. There's a shape of... something she doesn't recognize. It looks like a star. A ship, perhaps? She can't seem to focus. And then the voice starts in from all sides, many voices converging as one. Half the words make sense, but even those she doesn't understand. She's only just got here, is she meant to know what this means? Who is she meant to find?
It keeps telling her and she can't do anything but listen. But she doesn't know how to help. When she finally comes back to herself, curled up on some part of the ship, perhaps? Her blue hands are clutching the sides of her head. She looks like herself again, blue skin, red hair, yellow eyes. She's wearing her X-men uniform, of white, blue, and black.
The words are still echoing there in her head. Where is she now?]
Wildcard!
[ooc: if you have something else in mind hit me up on Discord: Bisky#3564 or at plurk at
Through the cracks: (now with the right html)
It's what happens when Charlie leaves her room in Halfway, her two ankylosaurs and the cat (all animals roughly the same size, small as the cat), and she stumbles. Her hand smacks the wall to steady herself, eyes closing tight as her hands then press against her ears. Like it's going to block out the sound. She curls in on herself, however, not noticing the blue girl at all. Just keeping her eyes clothes and trying to remember to just breathe and not panic. But she is kind of panicking, bordering on it at the very least until the echo's stop. She shakes her head, trying to clear it some before sighing and looking at her three pets. All three animals have abandoned her, however, in favor of going to investigate the blue girl. ]
They don't bite. They're just nosy.
[Charlie's voice cracks a tad, shaking some with the mild adrenaline rush that hit her when the voices started. She's going to stand up very carefully, watching her stupid animals as they stop just shy of the girl and watch her curiously. ]
Well, the smaller dino might nip, but he's scrappy.
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[ She’s no mind reader. It was the staring that told her this girl was surprised. She points each of them out as she tells the girl their names. The big one is Davey. The smaller one, Les. The cat is Bubble Oh Seven. It's the accusatory tone that catches Charlie off-guard, and she looks confused when the girl asks her who she is. She can't figure out why she sounds like she's accusing Charlie of anything, this whole situation striking her as just weird.. ]
I'm Charlie. Are you okay?
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[ That ability would have been useful as hell in her life, but she has to shake her head. Nope. Not a shapeshifter. As for how she looks like this? That's a very strange question and it's throwing her enough where her answer may be seen as a tad snarky, if gently done and with a faint, cautious smile. ]
I get my hair and eyes from my mother, my smile from my dad. It's just genetics.
[ But now she's curious, and a bit concerned. What about her appearance has this girl upset? ]
Why? Do I look like someone you know?
[ Charlene Roberta McGee, what a question.]
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[With that Raven simply shows her, scowl remaining as her body shift, scales sliding up her form. And an identical figure is now staring back at her. But she's exactly like Charlie, her hair wavy and crimped, a bit wild but in a still well kept way.] Me.
i'm going wildcard.
Frankly, he's more surprised that his brain hasn't burst free from his skull with how bloody sore it is. If it were only the phantom pain of a coin being mercilessly shoved through his skull, he might have been able to cope. But then between one moment and the next he'd stumbled from dry sand to here. Wherever here was. It had just gotten worse.
His first instinct had been to reach out. But there were so many minds he couldn't place, so much confusion, panic, exhaustion. Charles would like to hope he can be forgiven for the way he'd slammed his walls back up, protecting his own thoughts like guarding a bruise. He couldn't pick any of the children out of the coccophany. Nor Erik, nor Moira. As much as that worried him, he'd be no good getting lost. So he'd wandered, tried to get his bearings the old fashioned way.
When he finds Raven, it's entirely by accident. He turns a corner and there she is. Her canary yellow uniform isn't in sight, and she's wearing her disguise, but it's unmistakabley his sister. Charles lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. )
You've changed your hair.
( ... Damn. )
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She's leaving the Observation deck when she nearly runs right into a familiar face. But it's not right. It's Charles but he's not the Charles she knows. Not the Charles he is now, at any rate. It puts her a touch off balance and the nausea threatens it's return.]
It's not really my hair. [She notes lamely, in something of a state of shock to see him like this. Walking. Not bald. And so... young.]
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( He winces a little, as though he's sure he's taken a misstep somewhere. Raven is fragile with her looks, these days. ) It's nice, very pretty. ( No, that was wrong too. Charles lets out a breath, this is ridiculous. When did he lose the ability to talk to her? When did they start speaking different languages? Frustration is a familiar beast, but not one he likes much. )
I'm so glad you're here.
( This time it sounds real, more genuine. Charles closes the gap between the two of them, eyes examining her for any signs of distress or wounds. He wouldn't be able to tell either way, but he still does it. ) I lost track of everyone before. ( The chaos of a Cuban beach still fizzles through him, sand sticking to the bottom of his boots. ) And then I ended up here, and I couldn't reach any of you. Are you all right, Raven? Are you hurt?
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I'm not hurt, Charles. [Not in any way that's visible.] I didn't come from the same time as you. [She stares a bit longer, not able to stop herself from lifting a hand to his face, pink palm against a cheek. He looks so young... it's hard to process. To accept.]
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I think we'd better have a talk then.
( Any other time and he'd think she was simply pulling a prank. But there's a severity to Raven that he hasn't seen before, as if she's aged in the space of a blink. )
Whatever's happened, we'll work it out, all right?
( He gives her hand another squeeze then lets go, looking down the hall and back. ) How long are we talking?
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Too much has happened, Charles. Nothing that can be fixed. Or changed. Unless you plan to go back and prevent it all. [Not that this plan is out of the realm of possibility considering what happened with Logan and the incident in D.C.]
It's 1983 for me. [There's a small smirk, an attempt to cover up any sort of pain she's feeling.] So pretty long.
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Twenty years? ( It's almost too much to process, Charles feeling a futile kind of helplessness over the fact. ) You'd tell me if I needed to invest in an expensive moisturiser, wouldn't you?
( Offering her a smile is easy. But he knows from her reaction something must happen. Why else would she jump straight to fixing and changing. He should be used to her shifting, but it's different when it's her face. This time it's as if the whole world has changed. )
You're alive, that's all that matters.
( That's true, at least. ) Besides, we should focus on the here and now. We don't even know if we can get home.
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And he is right about their current predicament] Yes. We need to focus on surviving this place. You know, if we were going to get pulled onto a massive space station in the middle of nowhere, it could have at least been on one that's not falling to pieces...
Cayde-6 // Interlude
"The energy readout are the same. Somehow the Ingress is still active, or something of it is. Maybe it was never really a machine?"
"Oh don't you get all philosophical on me now. That's warlock speak," Cayde said, waving a hand at his Ghost, his tone teasing. The red and white AI fluttered agitatedly, its rear spokes rotating as its front vertices twitched into something that resembled a scowl around its glowing core.
"I'm serious! Perhaps the machine was merely a physical construction to attempt to harness the energy. It would kind of explain why so many layers of mixed forms of technology were needed. But there's something else too. The energy fluctuations from the light- or maybe fluctuation isn't the right word for it, but there's definitely something there..."
As the Ghost began to turn back towards the glow atop the Ingress memorial, Cayde lifted a hand to settle over its 'face' as he turned towards it himself. "Yeah, I've already snapped you out of it how many times today. Just scan it without staring, would you?" Yet he couldn't help but let his own optics trail back towards the glow, so eerily inviting. He was stuck again and he knew it, but that was fine. It was a comforting presence, a peace he wouldn't be able to compare to anything else, if he'd ever truly known it. The light brightened...
"Wait, what's that? Cayde, I'm picking up a slight surge- Cayde??"
The Exo barely heard the Ghost's words, already an echo in his mind as he fights to discern the impression of another.
The world went white--
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Nothingness.
The world is white around him, with no discernable top nor bottom, no walls, no surroundings. Is he floating or falling? "What. The. Hell."
He's not sure if his words even come out, or if he's merely thought them. He tries to confide in his Ghost, but there's no response. Not quite a disconnect, but it's strange, and the absence sparks panic. It's such a surge of relief when he finally sees it.
But something's off. "Ghost..?" Not his Ghost. Not quite. Something else. The words intoned aren't his companion's, they make no sense and yet there's that feeling that it's something important, something to remember.
And then the whiteness shifts.