thisavrou_log | ( november intro log )

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( november intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: November 1st and on
Where: The ship and on planet
What: Exploration + new arrivals
Warnings: Please label any warnings you have on your threads

THE INFLUX

"It is not so much about beginnings and endings; it is about muddling through the middle."

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.

Welcome to Caducus Primary

Shortly after your arrival, you are met by one of the captains and any of the crew of the Moira who might have accompanied him. You are given a brief physical scan and are asked to sign a contract that states you are now part of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. Much like the Moira's own Ingress, C-Primary's Ingress seems to be malfunctioning, and nothing can return through it. If you choose to disregard this offer, you will be detained indefinitely by the natives of Caducus Primary. (Joining the Moira is really the only choice you have.)

DESCENSION

"I am the keeper of fragile things."

From a distance, Caducus Primary doesn't look like much. The weather on the planet is extremely stable, and the vegetation is neat, almost pristine. What stands out about C-Primary, however, is the fact that there are hundreds of VERY TALL buildings packed together in many of the cities. They are elevated about the ground on what appear to be stilts and sway almost gracefully in the gentle breeze that is always present. Their stability never wavers; they don't fall down. The streets are lined with beautiful sculptures that are placed wherever light is needed. Many other designs can be found outside as well as in. This planet is rather wealthy, and the abundance of their natural resources reflect in everything. The world glitters just as glass would in the sunlight.

Native Details
● They have darker skin tones, but their hair styles and colors are all as unique as they can make them. This can be seen as influence from other travelers.
● Friendly, welcoming, and encouraging to the crew to trade with them for what they need.
● There are no visible "poor" areas.
● Calm and organized. If lost or in need of directions, they will offer to take you where you are going.
● Vey strict when it comes to rules. (Trade what you say you're going to trade.)

☄CITY PROPER

There are many things to do once on planet. In the city proper, stepping into one of the multiple shops reveals workers crafting glass figurines, jewelry, cups, and other items to your specifications. Trading is the same as on all other planets—there is no one accepted monetary unit. Yet, any unsavory cargo (such as weapons, explosives, alcohol, and drugs) will not be found anywhere in the vicinity of these areas. Other travelers have set up places outside the cities near transporter zones for these particular necessities. Trade at your discretion. At night, if you catch your reflection in a surface that isn't quite as transparent (on a sculpture, the side of a building, anything made of glass), there will be a momentary glimpse of your past or future self. A blink, and then, it will be gone.

Staying on the Moira isn't required during time spent on Caducus Primary. Visit one of its many fine hotels with its beautiful accomodations. The price is remarkably inexpensive: it's free.

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[Oh god, he can feel the body suddenly flinging over his head even as he scrambles to stand. He moves to offer a hand to her but she's already up and moving quickly. He has the most sheepish of expressions on his face though, when she starts talking.]

Ah, my apologies. I wasn't making some attempt at murder, I promise you. [Mostly because if he'd been trying he probably wouldn't have used his physical body.

His face switches quickly, between sheepish to straight up confusion.] You died? I apologise... I don't quite understand.

[Zam shakes her head.] You and me both. [It had certainly felt like dying and every iota of logic seems to point in that direction, yet here she is. Alive and tripping over people. She catches sight of the MID on the man’s arm.]

Did you come out of that thing too? [“That thing” being the Ingress.]

Do you remember anything from before you showed up here?

[He glances at the MID again before looking back to the ship.] I did, yes... [Thing was the most appropriate word for it.]

And I remember things, here and there, I think I was in my office with a patient, at least. Or travelling home from work. Its all a little hazy.

[She frowns. That clearly wasn’t the answer she was looking for.]

So nothing out of the ordinary? No weird dreams or hallucinations or anything like that? [Because at this point, she can’t think of much else in way of explanation. Everything she remembers from Coruscant can’t really have happened, right? Otherwise, how would she be here now, on another planet with both arms still attached?]

[He shakes his head.] Nothing out of the ordinary at all. I just remember being one place originally, enjoying a completely mundane day and then I was here. [Which was hilarious really, because his versions of mundane and ordinary would be very different than most others here.]

At first I was under the impression someone had summoned me, if I'm honest.

Hm. [So she’s even further from answers now than she was before. She still doesn’t understand how what she went through on Coruscant could be possible -- or, more accurately, how what’s happening now could be possible afterwards.]

[She raises an eyebrow at the man’s next statement.] Do you normally fall through an impossible portal onto another planet when people call on you?

Well, other planets no. But my grandmother had a special way of summoning us when we were younger, it pulled us through the very walls of the building. [Oh such fun family memories of being magically punished.] This, however, is quite unlike that.

Right. [Zam doesn’t bother concealing the skepticism in her voice.]

As far as I know, everything that’s happened in the last few hours should be impossible. Which means some part of it must be a trick.

[A look of displeasure crosses her features.] I just don’t know which.

[He shrugs.] I'm not so sure how much of it is a trick. We've certainly been transported here without our own consent... But here we are. What happened prior to walking out of that machine, however, is anyone's guess.

Here we are, [Zam echoes.] At least this feels real enough.

[She decides that for now, she’ll operate off the assumption that the nasty business she remembers in the alleyway was some kind of dream or otherwise unreal. The fact that she’s here now, living and whole, is proof enough of that.]

I’m Zam, by the way. [She offers a hand for shaking.] I guess we’re crewmates now.

I assure you, for all intents and purposes this must be real. I can feel it... [In that way that witches sense things. Most witches were able to see through illusions in that regard. When something wasn't real, it certainly didn't feel natural. And to them; nature was everything. He reaches out to shake her hand, controlling the jolt it gives him when he feels something decidedly other about her.]

Eric, enchanté.

[French does not exist where Zam comes from, so she now thinks his name is literally Eric Enchanté. How fun. She cordially shakes his hand.]

So, [she says, giving him a once-over as she pulls her hand away,] What’s your job among our merry little crew?

[Oh great Eric Enchanté. It sounds like the newest French romcom.]

I'm the on board Counsellor of sorts. I've forgotten my exact title but I'm responsible for the psychological needs of the crew. [He nods when their hands pull away, feeling relieved but slightly confused about that other feeling he'd got.]

Nice. [She smiles easily.] Sounds cushy. [She didn’t even know ships could have counselors. Must be a pretty well-peopled vessel. Which raises the question of why they need to practically kidnap new employees. She’d be worried about a high casualty rate if her previous line of work didn’t come with the same downside.]

I’m some sort of guard down in the hold, if you can believe it. [She sighs.] Might have to employ your services just so I don’t go crazy from boredom.

[He shrugs.] Somewhat less cushy than my old job. They have provided excellent facilities however. Well, I added my own particular flavour, but the suite itself was rather welcoming.

[He cocks an eyebrow at that though.] Ah? Quite a solitary job then. Of course, if its simple conversation you seek I'd always be happy to oblige. Psychological needs can often translate to a listening ear.

[A whole suite for the ship’s counselor? Either the captains place a premium on psychological health, or it truly is a bigger vessel than she had anticipated.]

I’ll probably take you up on that. I’m… not really used to the whole ship life thing. [No matter how spacious it may be, life on a ship can’t compare to boots on the ground. Everything’s too… orderly. Contained.

Yeah, it probably is a good thing the ship has a counselor. She can see herself going stir crazy in a matter of days.]

Hopefully we get plenty of shore leave.

[A warm smile.] Believe me, I'm not used to it either. [A beat.] At home I live in a sprawling manor, I have three offices between France and England. Living on a spaceship, that was certainly not something I ever anticipated.

[HBe nods.] I certainly agree there... after all, I'm more in my element, well, among the elements.

[Zam doesn’t recognize the names “France” or “England,” but “sprawling manor” means something to her. ] Oh. [It’s not quite disdain in that single syllable, but there is a distance that wasn’t there before. Zam’s only experience with the landed and wealthy has been with them as either employers or marks.]

Well, I’m sure you’ll get used to slumming it with the rest of us in time. [Her tone is joking, but the meaning behind the words is clear: Don't let it go to your head. We’re all on the same level here.]

[He can't help but frown slightly at that, recognizing the distance instantly.] I'm sorry. I seem to have given you the wrong impression. The manor is the way it is because it must house an incredibly large family. At any one time there can be fifty witches in residence. [A small smile.] Believe me, I can slum it as well. I've experienced life in a hut as well as a manor. [Except his family was incredibly rich. That was the thing with witches. They almost always were.]

[As someone who was born and raised in the slums, she finds his assertion that he knows what it’s like simultaneously amusing and curious, but something else he’s said draws her interest even more.]

Witches? [She tilts her head.] I’m not sure what you mean.

Witches? Of course... you might come from a plane where my kind don't exist. Magic practitioners- born similar to humans but with that special spark that enables us to practise magic? [Of course, not every culture had witches but most, at least, had horror stories.]

[Zam’s eyes narrow at his description of this inborn “magic.”] You mean the Force?

The force? [He shakes his head slowly.] I've never heard of it described as such, magic being a force of nature, perhaps.

It’s this… thing some people are born with. Lets them move things with their mind. [She frowns.] And get in people’s heads.

[He frowns at that.] It sounds similar to magic... however incredibly stunted.

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