( 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

[neveroutwrenched]

[Ratchet raises an eyebrow at that; he hadn't heard of anyone - not here, not anywhere else - getting false memories from the portal. Confusion, a sense of displacement, hazy actual memories, yes. But ones that hadn't happened at all, and vivid ones at that? It definitely wasn't a trend.]

I...haven't heard anyone say anything like that. Ah, you're, uh...sure it's your arm? Your original arm?

[Other people had come through with injuries, minor and major, or illness or other afflictions and had them removed or healed upon arrival on Moira. An arm seemed like a bit of a stretch, but...not that big of one.]

[backsassin]

[Zam cocks her head at the question, brow furrowed. She raises the arm and flexes the fingers a few times.] It… feels like my arm.

[A focused expression comes over her features and she stares at the arm with a sudden intensity. For a moment, nothing happens and she must look quite foolish, as if she’s trying to identify whether it’s her arm or not by sight alone.

And then the changes start. Her fingers shrink back into her palm, the palm withdraws into the wrist, and then the entire arm begins to seemingly melt away. This continues to her elbow, at which point the vanishing act suddenly stops and, after a moment, starts to reverse itself. Just as quickly as it had seemingly disintegrated, the arm regenerates, all the way from the elbows to the fingertips.

She exhales slowly and lowers the arm.] No, it’s definitely mine.

10 years later

[neveroutwrenched]

[As her arm vanishes and reappears, Ratchet stares at her, his expression as disbelieving as if she’d just grown a second head. He’d seen people transform into other things before…magic was something he’d had to come to terms with every since being pulled from his own world, as much as it was something that railed against his own knowledge of the universe. But this didn’t look anything like that...it might not be anything like that. The universe was a very big, very strange place.]

Okay. Okay, cool. You can make your entire arm disappear. That’s fine. Nothing weird about that.

[If it sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself of that fact...it’s because that’s exactly what’s happening.]

I guess we know it's your arm for sure then. [He pauses.] Is, uh...that something everyone can do where you’re from, or is that just you?

heh, no prob!

[backsassin]

[She smirks, amused at the surprise in the other’s voice.] Nothing weird at all, [she agrees wryly. In truth, it would have been “weird” even where she’s from. Not unheard of or impossible, but definitely still weird.]

Not everyone. [Even among her own race, Zam remains an outlier. The average Clawdite would be able to change the color of their arm, maybe add a few layers of skin. She hasn’t met anyone else who could cause it to seemingly vanish entirely.] But it’s a big galaxy. I’m sure someone can do what I can do. [Still, the subtle smugness in her voice suggests that she’s perfectly happy to be the only person she knows who can.

She looks back at her arm for a moment longer and then drops it at her side.] Well, I guess that answers that question. It must’ve been… I don’t know. A dream or something. [Just saying it out loud gives her a palpable sense of relief. It seems almost obvious now. Of course it wasn’t real. Jango wouldn’t put her down like that. They’ve been through too much for it to end that way.]

So I’m not dead and my arm didn’t get cut off. [Her smile falters.] Now I just have to figure out where the hell I am. You know what planet we’re on?