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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[Elizabeth is nervous as they descend towards the planet-- she's never seen the Moira land, after all, but as the surface becomes less planet-like and more detailed her hands press against the aft window and she stares. The whole surface glitters like a handful of clear glass beads.]

[Embarking]

[She's not disappointed when she finally gets off the ship and into the city proper. Everything is made of glass, it seems. The swaying buildings are fascinating and beautiful as they move in the sun. The people making items out of glass are so quick and skilled she barely begins to watch them at their craft before a new glass object is cooling off on a shelf. She excitedly takes it all in, taking pictures with her MID whenever she thinks of it. Maybe she'll start a collection, so she can remember all of her travels better than her previous ones.]

[Collection Building]

[Her primary objective, of course, is to solicit either acquisitions or donations to the Moira's library. The discussion with the head of one of the archives goes particularly well-- apparently they were in the middle of weeding their collection-- and Elizabeth is able to acquire a box. She promises to return with something to add to their archive, or at least something worth trading for some other interesting volumes, but first she has to get her current spoils to the library. She wanders through the streets with her box, excited, but definitely burdened. It's heavy.]

[Hotel Life]

[Of course, she takes advantage of the free accommodations offered to the crew. Not that she doesn't like her bunk on the Moira, but it's a chance to sleep in a room by herself. Get some quiet time. Just lay on a mattress and relax.]

[It is a little quiet, though, so she records a short video on her MID and broadcasts it:]

Anybody staying in the hotel with the green glass hedge-like arch? I'm thinking about asking where to eat around here, maybe the owners have a suggestion for a good local dinner?

[Unfortunate Reminders]

[Elizabeth stands in front of a tall monolith, glossy surface, meant to mark the street she was walking down. For a moment, just a moment, she'd seen herself. There was no mistaking it, she'd seen herself enough times to know. But this was too painful for her not to stop and stare.]

[She'd seen Booker with a girl, 6, maybe 8 years old. He'd thrown her in the air and caught her as she laughed. Elizabeth puts her hand on the surface, like she could walk through if she tried, but ultimately she'd never be able to. Even if she did want to, that wasn't her life. It was Anna's.]

[But God she wished it was. And the thought makes her feel sick and ungrateful. She needs to go back to the Moira, remind herself to stop living in memories. After another second, to make sure it didn't appear again...]

( he doesn't actually think he's going to run into anyone he knows from the ship here -- it's too big of a city, there's hardly anyone on the moria, things like that. but he doesn't mind being wrong in this case, all things considered. he recognizes elizabeth from a distance, notices the box next, and grins. )

Need some help with that?

( he asks, falling into step next to her. he has a great record at being a fantastic donkey, elizabeth, just ask miles. )

[Perhaps she will, Ivan. Elizabeth is so focused on getting back to the ship that she doesn't see Ivan until he's right next to her-- but she smiles anyway, happy to see a fellow crew member.]

Afternoon, Ivan. You read my mind, my arms could use a break. [She turns and holds the box out to him. Never let it be said that Elizabeth was one to not take someone up on an offer of help.]

Elizabeth. ( he says in return with a half bow out of sheer habit. you can take the barrayaran away from the imperium but you can't take the imperium out of a barrayaran. he takes the box from her and staggers slightly under the weight of it -- it's a lot heavier than it looked, that's for sure. )

You know, I'm not one for questions, but-- is this going to explode or break or do something if I drop it?

( please let it not be dangerous, please let it not be dangerous, please let it not be dangerous. )

[Yeah, she's no weightlifter, but she could heft Booker around all day long. Elizabeth grins a little when she sees Ivan sway under the weight, but helps him steady the box anyway.]

Well, it contains... paper. Some cardboard probably-- oh, I think one of them has a glass cover with a particularly interesting hinge, so yes. If you drop it, something will break.

[She reaches in, roots around, and takes it out. After holding it up and waving it a little with eyebrows raised, she tucks it into her arms.] Now nothing will explode or break.

Books? ( definitely books. ) I wasn't worried about dropping it, more like -- is something in it going to make me drop it. Or explode. ( but she's addressed that concern already, so: )

It's a reflex. I'm allergic to danger, y'see.

( more like inclined to avoid it and any situation that comes with a large chance of it. )

Oh are you? I'm shocked you can stand within ten feet of me, then. [She laughs-- though fortunately, all of her dealings while on the crew of the Moira have been wonderfully peaceful. Working on the library, meeting her fellow crew, even turning into a bird for a while was fairly low-key compared to what she's been through.]

The books are not going to make you explode, Ivan. But I should be insulted, I think-- do I really seem like the kind of person to hand off something dangerous to a poor, unsuspecting fellow crew member?

That's because I've got an immunity when it comes to beautiful women.

( he says, flashing her a grin. a laugh is a good start, though, he's satisfied with that. but also: whatever common sense ivan has curls up and dies around women, for the most part, so long as they're not obviously armed and terrifying. it's tragic, it really is.

ivan is, however, slightly mollified. )

Er. No? ( good save. 10/10. time to make a semi-decent recovery, he can do this. ) But when I play donkey for the usual sort, it inevitably ends up as something I don't want to deal with. This is a nice change.

[That was smooth-- by her reckoning at least. Elizabeth tries to stand firm in the face of the compliment, but she ends up giggling and feeling a little pleased by it. Which she knows is exactly what he wants, but she can't help what she feels.]

I try to keep surprises to a minimum. [He can indeed make a semi-decent recovery with Elizabeth. Ivan is the youngest man Elizabeth has had an extended conversation with, there's a lot of room for error with her.] Especially with people I don't know very well. And who offer to carry things for me.

( it is exactly what he wants, mostly because it wouldn't be fun and he wouldn't be doing it properly if elizabeth wasn't at least a little bit flattered. he'd been trained out of most of the selfish ideas of flirtation and sex early on, when some wise older woman decided to do the world a favor and straighten him out. his grin only widens, however. yep, good going ivan, well done. this is salvageable. )

It's appreciated, truly. ( and then, because books seems like a harmless sort of thing to be carrying, and therefore asking about it won't bring more trouble: ) Why do you have a box full of books anyway?

[She laughs, then after looking at Ivan realizes that he's actually serious. Then she looks a little embarrassed, but tries to keep smiling.] I'm-- I'm the head librarian on the ship. I'm in charge of caring for and building the collection. I'm bringing some acquisitions from a generous archive back for the crew.

[Perhaps Ivan wasn't really the sort to pay attention to announcements about the library........]

( yeah, no dice. libraries aren't his style. )

Oh. ( a beat, and then it clicks. so much for salvagable. ) Oh. Right, you made an announcement about it -- being open. Head librarian. That sounds... important?

( well done, lieutenant lord ivan vorpatril. )

[Yes, well done. You're pretty Ivan, but she's realizing she's just encountered a man who doesn't read.]

I like to think it's a service that most people would find, if not familiar, at least useful. Plenty of materials related to other cultures and planets, even some things I've enjoyed back in my own timeline. Like meeting an old friend in a place you'd never expect them to be.

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collection building.

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Hotel!

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whooooooops so sorry i had super tag block D8

THAT'S COOL I WAS AWAY FOR A LONG LONG WHILE D8

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I am actually so excited for this girl's night???

IT'S GONNA BE GR8 8D

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