( november intro log )

[hownkai]

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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Comments

[forwardmomentum]

[ he sees that minute change in her expression, the skepticism bordering on scorn in the arch of her eyebrows. miles has seen it before, in one form or another. he grins sharply up at her. ]

Oh, it's plenty crowded. [ he says it in a tone of amiable agreement, giving a little nod. ] With us humans, that is. We've spread quite far, thanks to the wormhole nexus.

[ almost like cockroaches, he almost says, but he bites back the giddy urge and returns his attention to her sword. her comment about his height seems to merely pass through him. ]

So I've been told. Where did you get such a fine piece of work, anyway?

[gamora]

( oh, that's so wrong. her lip curls up in displeasure and distaste; at least it sounds like they managed some sort of mass space travel. not that it's saying much, because terrans. she'd spent a year or two on his planet and that was quite enough for her, and she'd spent it in one of the more interesting places. )

More empty than crowded, if there's only your kind. No matter how far you've spread.

( but moving on from that huge, terrible fact of his universe. )

Knowhere. It's a replacement. ( she says, with obvious regret. ) I had its predecessor since I was a child -- it was a gift from Thanos. Able to kill anything that could die, no matter how powerful.

( this means more in a universe where it's really hard to kill people, herself included, alright. )

[forwardmomentum]

[ considering gamora's apparent disdain for humanity, miles feels this conversation is going rather well. he snatches his hand back at that succinct and effective explanation, his eyebrows rising a little. ]

That's...quite the weapon. One would think such a blade would be, er, irreplaceable. I stand corrected. [ he does glance up at her with intent curiosity, though. sorry, gamora, military-mad barrayar has conditioned miles to be automatically attracted to a woman who can kill things in one blow. ] So this Thanos -- did he teach you to use it, too?

[gamora]

( gamora forgives you a lot for not being so earth-centric, which is really where most humans trip up. the galactic ones aren't so bad -- they've got a sense of scale. )

He did. ( she shrugs with one shoulder before pulling the blade free of the ground and sliding it back into its sheath. ) I received instruction in most of the martial arts my galaxy has to offer, and as many weapons as he could find. Hand-to-hand is where I excel.

( and yet.. still with the sword. no one said this had to make sense ok. )

[forwardmomentum]

[ she is remarkably short-worded, but then, miles is no stranger to laconic women. he grins. ]

I see you are a woman of many talents. I'm impressed. [ he sweeps her a sketch of a bow, though he's careful to keep his eyes on her. you know, just in case she decides to throw any more knives. she's still an unknown quantity -- for now, anyway. ] Miles Vorkosigan. Might I have your name?

[ he damn nearly calls her 'miss', but bites it back at the last second. probably not the right move here. ]

[gamora]

Vorkosigan.

( a small, shallow nod of acknowledgment. wise, miles, not going with miss. gamora will accept 'lady', though, for future reference. )

Gamora.

( just. gamora. )

[forwardmomentum]

A pleasure, Gamora.

[ he definitely does not let the private little thrill at her acknowledgment show on his face. he swallows that back and bats the thought away immediately. instead he flashes her a blinding grin, seeing the MID on her wrist, and taps his own. ]

Well, I ought to get back topside for my shift. But, if you ever need more weapon advice -- you can find me at the bar. Perhaps I'll set up something for target practice -- on a far well safe away from my head, of course.