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"Arguments on their nature are refuted by those who return to shore, wide-eyed with tales of their savagery."
All Moirans are woken to the sounds of the ship coming to a rather grating halt some time in the early morning cycle. It’s no faster or slower than any other stop, but it is unexpected as the captains didn’t mention an upcoming disembarkment. Shortly after, a message is sent to every MID:Navigation has informed us that we’re approaching bad traveling conditions: an overactive star. Instead of stopping on Liant El, we’ll be docking here on Ceta. Please exercise caution while gathering supplies and during excursions. Follow their safety guidelines. If the chance allows, we’ll also be signing new crew on the planet. Please greet them first and show them to the ship. Thank you. The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.
For those few who come through Ceta's Ingress, there will be crew of the Moira there to greet you. They tell you of the Ingress, how it is broken, even on this planet, and that the ship is headed back to the origin of this technology. This planet’s Ingress is set precariously atop a floating rock formation, the only way from one area to the next is on small air-propelled boats. Crew members will guide everyone back to the Moira and take them to the Medbay; contracts will be signed posthaste.
WELCOME TO CETA
At first glance, Ceta seems mostly inhabitable, and that's because it is. The atmosphere around the planet is surprisingly thick in most places, sometimes thin in others, and without some way to filter the air, it is mostly unbreathable; it's a giant gas planet, its core made of various molten metals and the atmosphere a mix of oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrous. Ceta's gravity is also uneven, meaning that some areas will have stronger focal points than others. The terrain, when it is visible, appears rather rocky—hardly the best conditions for life and stable living. What's more unusual, however, is that despite this fact, there is, indeed, a small populace "living" among the mist and clouds, but it's clear they do not live here year-round. It's hunting season, and they are there for the bounty.
These visitors have built small platforms that are hooked together by ropes and swinging bridges, which they call "temporaries". Unstable buildings are rare, dangerous, and spread out over these temporaries to prevent damage or accidents. The temporaries float along, swaying and shifting with the planet’s atmosphere, and posted at every point of entry and all open surfaces are a particular set of rules that everyone must abide by. They are written in dark ink and large block letters so that all passing by will stop and read them:
NO FIRE. Flammables, ignition sources, matches, lighters, and anything that creates a spark is prohibited. The atmosphere has higher levels of hydrogen, and the smallest spark will create a problem.
AIR BREATHABILITY. Monitor your vitals. Wear masks or re-breathers if needed.
WATCH THE EDGE. All walkways are the only thing from you and falling. Be cautious and watch your step. These signs should be given their due attention. The edge is just that: the end of where it is safe to walk. If a wooden plank gives way beneath your feet, you will plummet through hundred of miles of atmosphere before hitting the planet’s thin surface. The captains reiterate that crew should be careful and stick to the main temporaries, gather supplies, visit at their leisure, and then go back to the ship.
☄ IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE!The organisms that have evolved on this planet are unintelligent—a fact that is told to you by the other visitors. As there is no solid materials or ways for them to interact with their environments, these giants float along within the atmosphere, though it appears that they are flying when they are merely navigating through. They travel in groups of three or more and sometimes come close to the outskirts of the temporaries. Because there is an invisible filtration dome around the temporaries, this allows the creatures to pass through without harm and return again into the mist as they please. They are difficult to see at night and are rather skittish in the presence of sudden light.
☄ @ THE MUSEUM Every evening when work is done, artificial light sources illuminate the streets of the temporaries. There is one bar, if you can actually call it that, but the main attraction is a museum. The support structure appears to be made out of the skeletal system of the giants that "swim" and live on Ceta, and though the outside seems rather unassuming, the inside is not for the faint of heart. As it's considered informative, there are displays of the internal structures and functions of the very creatures that seem harmless and as unintelligent as the visitors claim. There are sections of the museum dedicated to their anatomy and what makes them so valuable: inside their air sacs, which is what gives the illusion to flying through the atmosphere, is a mineral that, when harvested, attunes and sharpens the senses so that brain capacity and function excel over one-hundred percent efficiency. Likewise, aside from these informative areas, there is also a history of how and when the visitors began to hunt them for this valuable, unnamed resource.
☄ HARVEST SEASON Are you looking for work? Or perhaps you're bored with your duties aboard the Moira and prefer to see just what it is these visitors do during the day? Hunters will often pay for menial labor to help with the killing and retrieval of the giants of Ceta. It is by day, not by hour, and once aboard one of the many ships, you will be put to work handling equipment or being on the lookout for "signs" of the creatures. Once they've been spotted, the real work isn't in capturing them or even trying to subdue them—though they give a good fight. It's in the harvest, done below deck once they have been safely brought into the ship's cargo areas by the tethers, that can get quite gruesome. As a defense mechanism, cutting into the skin creates a rather noxious emission that can cause disorientation, hallucinations, or unconsciousness. Worst case scenarios can often result in death.
☄ WORD LIMITS As things are beginning to wind up (or down), something seems to have gotten into the MID systems and caused a malfunction. On the morning of 03.13, it suddenly becomes clear that communicating with others who are not from the same universe or similar timelines seems very difficult. Understanding each other becomes rather hopeless as the day continues, and these repercussions can be felt across the entire ship. The Captains send out another MID message that appears as a jumble of unusual letters and symbols. However, there is one word that can be read by everyone and (hopefully) understood: RATCHET. Figuring out this problem shouldn't take long if everyone can leap the language barriers and work together.
( ooc; All New Arrivals: you have the choice of coming through the Moira's Ingress OR Ceta's Ingress. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
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thisavrou_log2016-03-01 02:40 pm
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He clicks his tongue, not at all in the mood to try and rehash the conversations he had with Yata in his timeline. It was awkward enough the first time. Does his promise still stand, if this Yata doesn't remember him making it? His hand twitches, slightly, but he catches himself before he goes for the scarred over HOMRA insignia. ]
You're behind. [ It's accusatory, and Fushimi can't stop it -- doesn't even try. ]
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What on earth happened? ]
That's-- that's not my fault!
[ Which makes it totally unfair for Fushimi to act all annoyed, right? ]
How far behind, anyway?!
[ Though there's anger in his tone there are clear signs of distress, as well. Obviously, something has changed. Yata wants to know what. ]
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You were fighting JUNGLE. [ Fushimi, carefully, leaves himself out of the equation. He knows what Misaki must think. He knows what he purposefully had Misaki believe.
He just avoided Misaki the entire time he was in JUNGLE for a reason. That doesn't really answer Misaki's question, but Fushimi doesn't care -- what's the point in an exact date when it's the events that matter? ]
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So he gets it. He and Fushimi have been on opposite sides for years now. How could he not know what Fushimi means? ]
You mean I was fighting you.
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He looks back at Misaki, offering him a smile that tries to echo the way he used to, when they'd fight each other. It almost manages it. It's unstable and unsteady, but Fushimi can't help that. ]
Ah, you found me out, Mi~sa~ki.
[ Dragging his name out like that feels like even more of a lie than usual. ]
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But Yata's not the sort to stay down, even when he should. That angry expression comes back and he straightens up, finally pulling his hands off the table. ]
I don't know what the hell you were thinking when you joined them, but JUNGLE doesn't exist here.
[ And neither do HOMRA and Scepter 4, for that matter, but that's not what they're talking about here. ]
So you better not go causing trouble for their sake. Got it?
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Maybe it's unsustainable, to be friends again, but he'd at least wanted to try, and now he's backing up and redoing all the damage. Does it count, though, if they never talked, from Yata's perspective? Does it matter? ]
Neither does HOMRA. You don't have a King here; why are you so angry, Misaki? You can just do whatever you want.
[ Fight Fushimi, avoid Fushimi, pretend Fushimi doesn't exist except when he's trying to fight him. Normal status quo, really, for the past few years, as far as Fushimi's concerned.
It's easier. It's easier. ]
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[ Different, Yata wants to insist, but he knows it isn't. Neither of them have a King or a Clan or even any sort of connection to home anymore. Just each other, and while that might have been enough years ago it certainly isn't anymore. His hands curl into fists at his side. He'd like noting more than to haul off and punch Fushimi right in his stupid smug face but there's something... off, something different.
He's too worked up to place it right now - to worked up to even realize he knows - but he can tell.
And for that reason he does something he almost never does: he backs down. In all honesty the reminder of HOMRA's absence kind of stings. It's not like he particularly wants to have this conversation with Fushimi anyway, so he just lets out an irritated growl. ]
Fine. Do whatever you want. But--the captains here aren't as forgiving as Mikoto-san.
[ And with that Yata turns and stomps away, shoulders tense and hands in his pockets and an embarrassed flush across his face. ]