( 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]

[ miles is half-ready with a defense, but ivan never goes there and he relaxes, minutely. ]

Name one time you ever called me paranoid and I didn't turn out to be right.

[whatdidisay]

( okay, miles might have him on that. mostly because #protagonistproblems, but also: )

Remember all those other times where I was panicking and you decided that it wasn't important until it turned out to be a Cetagandan plot and I got kidnapped? Turnabout's fair play, coz. Just try and enjoy yourself while we're here.

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles scoffs at that, lips twisting. he could argue the point -- in fact he kind of wants to -- but he's not up for it, all things considered. the tone of this conversation has gotten too uncomfortable, thanks to miles' thoughtless blunder, and besides that, he's just too damn tired. he rubs at his eyes and eyes the remains of ivan's pastry. it might be worth investigating the food around here. he gives ivan a bleary look that somehow manages to look skeptical. ]

Got any suggestions?

[whatdidisay]

That depends on what you want. Food, night life, someplace quiet to go and stare at glass contemplatively and make occasional agreeing sounds. Don't do the last one, it's dull.

( he sees you eyeing his food, miles, and he's going to take a bite and savor it just to annoy you. )

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles gives ivan a sour look at that, his own stomach growling in complaint. ugh, fuck off, ivan. this whole conversation has left a bitter taste in his mouth -- beyond even the petty jealousy, what with ivan's forecasted captaincy, and miles'...less than tactful response. he's hungry, but he's frigging tired, too, and now the reflection he saw in the glass is really nagging at him, weighing on him. he'd almost managed to put it out of his mind, but now he can't help but compare it to ivan's. something feels wrong, but he can't tell what, and it's going to drive him mad until he does. ]

I'd like to see you look contemplative. [ it's a muttered remark, totally petty and not even particularly clever. he blows out his breath, decides this horseshit conversation is no longer worth the effort, and pulls himself to his feet with a grunt. ] I'm going back to the ship. To catch some sleep. [ he gives ivan a look as pointed as his tone. ] Don't forget to check in every once in a while. You know, so we know you're not dead.

[whatdidisay]

Why Miles ( ivan starts, a smug look overtaking his handsome face ) that's what I've got you for.

( the looking contemplative that is. ivan waves miles off with the hand holding the fork, and at least he looks slightly chastised and a little sympathetic. )

Pleasant dreams, coz. And I won't.

( he will. )

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles bares his teeth at miles with a curl of his lip and rolls his eyes, looking vaguely disgusted. he's too tired for this horseshit. ]

Get stuffed, Ivan. [ it's more muttered to himself than directed at his cousin, raking a hand tiredly through his hair as he turns and heads back for the ship. ]