thisavrou_log | ( 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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Surely no one would be calling after her when her disinterest in the glassware was fairly clear. She takes her time to turn around, and is surprised to find that the... bipedal cat? is indeed looking at her. With a raised eyebrow, she looks him over, trying to discern his species, and then clocking the MID. Someone from the ship, then; that must be why he's talking to her.

"It's Commander," she says, though it's not nearly as scornful as someone of a recognizable species and clothing style would get. She wouldn't expect some strange alien she's never seen before to know ~~Shepard's~~ her rank. "What?"

"Ah, uh sorry. Commander, then." That's a weird coincidence. But not as weird as some, so he shrugs it off. "It's just I recognized your armor...that stripe on your arm. I knew someone with that...uh, not here. But somewhere else. There are people on the ship from the same place though....you might know them."

He didn't know what it was about Tali's home galaxy, but inter-dimensional portal devices really seemed to like people from there.

Surprised by the recognition, she unconsciously strokes said stripe on her wrist. She doesn't know who Shepard went to the Villa with - Brooks had never considered it a problem, with a galaxy-wide war keeping most N7 graduates far from Shepard's escapades, but here, with fewer and more random people, someone from Shepard's past might pop up.

"More people from N-School, or from my galaxy?" she checks. "What are their names?"

She'd checked only her own listing in the directory to make sure she was listed as Jane Shepard, the name she'd given to the captain, not for anyone else. Maybe she should have.

Ratchet shrugs.

"Wouldn't know. From your galaxy, I guess. None of them have that stripe, if that's what you mean." He pauses, thinking. "Ah, okay. Uh, someone named Tali'Zorah is here for sure. Garrus Vakarian was here but I...think he might be gone now." Gone in what way is left open. He'd know a few others, but wasn't about to try and explain that.

No other N7s is a relief, but one, maybe two of Shepard's longest serving 'friends', and both of them aliens? Two people who could expose her for using a name, an identity that isn't really hers? Not good.

"Shame," she says, perhaps a touch too darkly for the 'oh no, I missed my friend' she wants it to come off as. Really, it's a shame she doesn't get a second shot at that spiky, burnt out cop without most of his squad around. "Uh, thanks." It's an unfamiliar word on her tongue, but she's heard Brooks using it when someone's given her what she wanted, and alien or not, this guy's just helped her without even knowing it. "For letting me know."

"Uh, yeah it's no problem." Ratchet can't quite put his finger on it, but there is something odd about her tone...about her reaction in general. But his response is sincere...it can be weird getting transported into an alternate dimension. Knowing if there are people from back home, people you know...he's sure that's a comfort.

He lifts his wrist suddenly, opening the MID display.

"You know, you can look up the crew to check for yourself. See who's here..." he trails off, pulling open the crew directory and seeing her face and...her name. "...see if there's anyone you know."

He looks at the crew directory for a long time before looking back up at her. At Shepard. He just stares at her, a look of confusion forming on his face, although he says nothing.

At that sudden movement, her fingers twitch halfway through the mnemonic for Warp before she realizes he's just using his MID. She'd noticed the directory earlier, but not bothered to look through it. Clearly this was an oversight if she's going to be told by an alien that Shepard's squadmates are here.

She follows his lead and checks the directory, boggling at his name and then at the sheer number of unfamiliar alien species on board. At least there aren't any aliens on her deck.

Eventually, she can feel his eyes on her, and she looks up warily. "... Yes?"

Ratchet's not really sure what to say. What do you say to someone who you're pretty sure might be some kind of parallel reality version of someone you've met? He closes the MID, shifting uncomfortably.

"Uh. It's nothing, I just...you...sort of remind me of someone."

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That's a new one. Khan and the mercs of Cat-6 had jumped straight to 'Shepard?', though she supposes she can't expect the same treatment in another world entirely. She smirks, hoping her amusement overshadows her surprise.

"The other soldier you knew in this armor?" she suggests. "What were they like?" She'll take whatever small tips for authenticity she can get, even if it's from some random N7 and not actually Shepard.

"Oh, well, I didn't really know her all that well."

He'd in fact, only spoken with her once, and it wasn't under ideal circumstances, although she was a presence who was hard to ignore, even if you didn't talk to her much.

"She was...uh, let's see. She was, tall. And...ah..." Ratchet squints, trying to hearken an impression of Shepard. "She was a good solider. You know. Good at...shooting stuff. Really good at that. And uhm."

This was terrible.

"I'm just...kind of making assumptions based on very little but she was...I'm glad I was on her side."

"Better to be on the same side as an N7 than against them," she agrees with a nod. Hell, even without knowing what the red and white stripe signifies, being on the same side as 'a good soldier good at shooting stuff' is just common sense. "But aren't most people tall to you?"

First that 'gem', and now... this. Strange how the Ingresses seem to be pulling in short aliens. At least the Indogene had been a reasonable height.

Ratchet just gives her an unimpressed look. Well, at least no matter what version of reality, or universe she came from, Shepard had the same level of charm.

"Depends on the species," he responds coolly. The comment itself didn't actually bother him in the least, but there's something about this Shepard that just doesn't sit right. "There are a lot of species besides humans. She was tall for a human, okay?"

He's still short compared to quarians, krogan, all the Council races, elcor, hanar, geth, and that Indogene in the medbay, but she can accept someone being tall by human standards, though she does so with a shrug of whatever.

"You'd be tall to a volus," she says magnanimously, gesturing below her waist. "And that 'gem' I ran into earlier."

Ratchet opens his mouth to retort, before thinking better; he doesn’t know what a volus is, but it’s obvious she doesn’t mean it in a flattering way. He crosses his arms, self-consciously standing up a little bit straighter.

“Gem? You’re talking about Peridot.” He raises an eyebrow, before adding pointedly...“You know. Her name?”

Well. Sort of.

"We didn't do introductions," she says defensively. "And it's not like she told me about the directory."

Well. It's not like she told her much at all, but she doesn't have to advertise that fact. At least Ratchet's given her a name to put to the rude green thing waving a spoon around as if it was dangerous; it saves her checking the directory for someone who wasn't worth her time and appeared to think the same of her.

( november intro log )

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sorry about the slowness uuuuuugggh

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sorry this is late!