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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Your whats? [Jacky knows what gravity is, but how do you connect to it? Isn't it everywhere?]

My gravity connectors. [ She looks more irritated this time. Probably because she's having to repeat herself. Jacky do yourself a favor and just don't... ask... ]

....Right, those. Don't you want to feel the dirt beneath them? Breathe the fresh air?

[ She doesn't need to breathe. That's racist Jacky. You're racist. ]

[ Peridot doesn't miss more than a single beat in answering, slowly blinking just once, her expression completely flat and unchanged: ]

No.

[Jacky's pretty darn close to just giving up. Can't please them all, after all. But she gives it one last shot.]

Well, if you want, I can go down with you if you're scared. It's not good to stay cooped up on a ship too long; you need to get your land-legs back, after all.

[ Okay NOW she's bristling. ]

I'm not going down there until the Captains give me my regular legs back! [ She doesn't know what "land-legs" are specifically but. She scowls pointedly, eyes narrowing. ] And I am not scared.

[ Yes she is. ]

[...Jacky's not touching that leg thing with a ten-foot pole.]

Alright. But if you change your mind, just give me a holler on the cuff; I'll be back and forth.

[Sometimes, the only way to deal with scared Middies is to just. Let them be scared. It's no skin of Jacky's nose if the girl misses her leave.]

[ Blink blink. More confusion, which puts a cap on her bitter tantrum for a second. ] What is "on the cuff"?

The cuff? [Arching a brow, Jacky held up her wrist with the weird science cuff clasped onto it.] Yanno, this thing?

[Jacky knows what a cuff is; she's certainly seen enough of them in her time.]

Oh. [ Irritable huff. ] That's an MID, not a cuff. Why do you humans have to use so many different names for things?

Because we humans are many and varied, and every place [and time] has their own words for things. [Not for the first time, Jacky desperately misses Higgins; he would be oh-so properly scandalised by this green child and her unthinking rudeness. Cor, now that would be a sight, Higgins teaching this small rude child manners and respect for others. Wouldn't be the first time, neither, though Jacky would like to think Peridot is much, much worse than she'd ever been.]

Also, I have no bleeding clue what a 'mid' is (outside of a mid-ship-man), but it looks like a cuff.

[ She scoffs over that weak-ass excuse for how unorganized and chaotic humans are. Terrible. Humanity needs to get its shit together, their eclectic nature is honestly embarrassing to witness sometimes. ]

Are you serious? The Captains told us that's what it's called. [ Peridot crosses her arms, looking haughty. Even she's aware that she's being a bit rude right now, but considering her limb-enhancer troubles, it feels nice to be able to work her frustration out a bit. ]

[The only time she saw the captains was just after coming aboard, and that. Wasn't a good time. She doesn't remember much, but she's fair certain that The Black Cloud rolled in, and that there were probably Hysterics.]

Well, if they did, I certainly never heard it. What does it matter what I call it? You know now what I mean; if you change your mind about being too scared to go down, just call me on the mid. Cuff. Whatever you call it. [She rolled her eyes, but she still snorted to herself. A mid for the mid. How appropriate.] And I'll come back up to help you. Or at least get you something so you can guard yourself.

[That...was somewhat inflammatory. If she'd said that to any of the men back home, satisfaction would have to be demanded.]

I told you, I'm not. SCARED! [ She actually stamps a foot impatiently. ] I'm just being cautious because most of my equipment is currently unavailable to me, it's a rational thing to do!

[Jacky understood caution. At that age, she considered herself a peaceful sort of coward (and even now, she'd rather talk herself out of a fight than kill someone), but honestly, being scared of shore leave is a new one even for her.]

A'ight, fair enough. D'you want me to find some weapons for you?

[Jacky can count on one hand the number of times she's been without her shiv, and each time was...unpleasant. She also sees no problem with arming a child because she's had her shiv since she was twelve...and also happened to kill a man with it that same year.

It was a different time, ok.]

[ Peridot squints suspiciously. Why would she offer that, all of a sudden? It seems to good to be true.

But. ]

...Yes.

[ She sure does. ~~Bring her a damp towel that she can wring up and snap at people~~ ]

[Having made the offer, she sized the girl up. Going by her shaky, wavering stance and grip with the fork earlier, Jacky discarded the idea of both gun and knife. As nervy and untrained as she was, she was liable to hurt herself (not to mention others around her she ought not). Perhaps rope; she was too tiny to get any decent leverage, and not much she could do to hurt herself with it.]

Give me a moment, and I'll be back in a jiffy.

[Loping off to the 'cargo bay', Jacky spied a coil of rope most likely meant for those swinging beds she'd heard about and, quick as a flash, cut off a small length. Racing back upstairs, she pulled the three thick twines apart into something a little more manageable, and pocketed the rest in her bag. Rope was always handy.]

Here y'are! Now, you can smack someone like so, or if'n you can get the leverage, get behind them and choke the breath from them.

[She demonstrated on the air, making sure the girl was watching. She still felt a little guilty for teaching her something that might hurt someone on the crew, but she just couldn't, in good consciousness, leave a girl defenceless. ~~Sorry she predates wet towel smacks lol~~.]

[Peridot watches her quietly, eyes wide, an uncertain frown stretching over her face.]

That will hurt people?

[She sounds skeptical, but a bit less so than if she'd actually ever seen rope before.]

Oh, aye. My Jaimy and my dear Irish crew once took out a ship full of men whilst mutiny-ing armed with only rope and some belaying pins.

[She's leaving off the point where they were a good foot and seven-stone heavier than Peridot, and had righteous rage against both the English and their jailers. But, technically, Peridot could hurt someone.]

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