( may event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

far from nowhere "the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts." With the events of Del Pascia behind the Moira, things are only now beginning to settle—and not very well. Through the combined efforts of some of the crew, D-E-L and her permanent residents were incinerated into the dust of space. While it’s not the most peaceful end, it is one, and not many are going to be thinking back on how nice Del Pascia’s facilities were for quite some time. Repairing what they could of the ship’s interior and putting as much distance between the Moira and the prison as possible, those aboard are informed by Navigation that they are approaching another planet. This means, of course, the potential for better supplies, as some things are beginning to dwindle, and the Captains elect to dock so long as the crew follows protocol. WELCOME TO AMISSIS-RE Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet with no documented histories or signs of life. The Moira’s Navigation crew have scanned the planet for any usable resources and have discovered a faint signal emitting from beneath the surface of Amissi-Re. Using the transporters and any other crafts located in the Cargo Bay, the crew are able to travel to the source of the signal. Upon arriving in its exact location, they’ll find a small series of lakes that lead to a tower-like structure that appears to be in use. Crew must cross a poorly assembled bridge system that sways and dips when weight is applied to it in order to gain access to the entrance. Once there, a woman comes out to greet them and explains, excitedly, that she is so very happy that they have come to Amissis-Re. Everyone can go home. Their host insists that she has done the impossible and has somewhat fixed the Ingress that’s been built on Amissis-Re a long time ago, and what’s more, she can send crew home for short bursts of time. Upon following this woman inside, crew will find that the planet is not, in fact, barren at all. Diving deep into the underbelly of Amissis-Re, it’s like an eternal factory of machines, and while vast, for whatever reason, it also seems incredibly welcoming... ☄ LEAP OF FAITH ( 05.01 and on ) The barren planet of Amissis-Re is devoid of vegetation and organic life except for a lone woman, and the planet itself is an intricate honeycomb of machines that go for miles below the surface. Yet, that seems insignificant and unimportant in comparison to the news that the crew has just received. After Thán has looked at the Ingress, he tells the crew that he cannot say for certain that it is properly functioning, but Emiri native, Ben Link, will volunteer to test it out. An elevator takes crew down to a glass platform that overlooks an inverted Ingress portal. In order to return home, the Moirans will have to take a leap of faith and jump in. Ben, in order to show his commitment to the crew and willingness to help get them home, takes that jump with Captain Thán seconds behind him. Jumping feels like dropping through wind; lights swirl, it’s warm, and a soft buzzing encompasses you as you fall. You don’t feel the landing. One moment you’re falling, and the next, you’re in a new world. A few hours pass before a similar elevator rises from below and to the left of the Ingress, stopping beside the platform. Ben and Thán step out unharmed. It works, and everyone can temporarily go home. Will you jump? ☄ COMBINE THE EXTREMES ( 05.01 and on ) The woman that greeted the crew and led them to the platform will allow anyone that wants to go home the opportunity to go. There’s only one catch: it’s not permanent. She’s worked for years to fix the Ingress so that she can return to her own home but hasn’t been able to make the trip an everlasting one. Everyone always comes back. Always. They go for a few hours, at first, but that amount of time increases with each visit. The one guideline, she says, is that you can’t go alone. Each trip requires a partner, or it becomes too much for the mind to bear. These rules are simple: the world takes shape depending on who jumps first, but if crew go hand-in-hand and leap at the same time, the worlds combine. This new world will be populated with people that existed in both and may appear to be a jarring combination of both worlds. It may seem unusual, but if the woman is asked, she’ll explain that the combined world does exist as there are more universes than can be imagined. The Ingress tries to take the person to their own home, their original home, but when jumping together, it finds the closest possible match and deposits them there instead. From that point on, you can travel the world together or split up, but remember, this world is a living, functioning world. It doesn’t matter if it’s the home of one crew member or a combination. You meet other people. You can get hurt. You influence and are influenced by others. Be cautious, and enjoy your visit “home”. ☄ LINGER ON ( 05.05 and on ) The more times the Amissis-Re Ingress is visited, the more it seems that your trips last longer and the experience becomes even more vivid. More real and harder to distinguish from the current reality that you know. It’s difficult to explain why, but you get the feeling that maybe if you went without the aid of the host, that perhaps you’d be able to stay. Forever. It takes some subterfuge, but in time, you see your chance: she’s nowhere in sight, and you take it. The world you are in now is completely your own, whether another crew member accompanied you or not. The people you know are there, everything around you is exactly as you remember. A few hours pass, and you don’t feel that familiar tug, that invisible hook at the base of your spine that signals that your visit is over. Even more time goes by, and you’re still in that world, your home. When the first day has passed, you begin to question if you’ll ever go back, or if life on the Moira was all a dream. The person with you won’t be able to convince you otherwise, and they’ll start to feel less real, a stranger that you used to know. There’s only one way to go back to the Moira. Someone from the other side has to come in and retrieve you both. Once in, contact with a third will jump-start a link through the Ingress, and it will pull all crew back to the platform. ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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cassandra | ota

[deal]

[After her recent curiosity about sending word back home to her group, Cassandra's instantly interested in going back home. She listens to the woman that explains things to them intently, and upon understanding that she needs someone to go with her to make the trip she seeks out those that are nearby. She tends to gravitate toward those she knows and is starting to learn how to trust, but those that she doesn't know that are nearby and look like they could be useful to bring along (essentially a second body to use to get through the portal back home) is approached as well.

She's not big on holding hands, and would be angry if someone approached her and just took hold of her hand. But not wanting people to pair off and leave her behind, she grabs her chosen partner's hand firmly and looks them in the eye.]

Come with me.

[It's more a plea than a demand, but her eagerness to see home again is still there all the same.]

[ooc: Cassandra is more likely to go to people she already knows, but new cr can be grabbed as well! If you'd like to plot out whose world they end up in - contact me at spectromagic!]

[cardboard_boss]

Sure. Where are we going?

[Ahab looked at Cassandra and wondered where she was going to take them both. Back to her home? Would it be filled with zombies and zombie dogs? He had his tranq and a hand gun on him, so could help fight if need be. Hopefully, they wouldn't get attacked as soon as their feet touched ground again.]

Alright. I'm ready for this.

[deal]

Home.

[Her voice is determined as she answers him, and doesn't hesitate any further in dragging him over toward the way back. She lets go of his hand as they reach the edge, and she offers him a slight smile.]

You better be ready. We'll probably have to hit the ground running.

[And with that, she leaps first, knowing he'll follow.

The location they land in seems relatively calm. It's a run down and deserted little town, something that might look quaint if it were anywhere else. The second Cassandra's feet touch the pavement and she takes a step forward, the sound of z's approaching becomes noticeable. She's not too worried about them, though. She's more concerned with making sure her partner makes it here with her in one piece.]

[cardboard_boss]

[Snake could sense an eerie silence around the place when his feet touched the ground. Were there zombies around? He couldn't tell.]

Nice place.

[He couldn't help but try and make light of the situation, even though zombies could be around any corner. Snake levelled his gun up to eye level and was ready to defend himself if need be.]

It always this quiet?

[deal]

It's better when it's quiet.

[She thinks to when the z's attack, and the noises that go along with it. She knows they're likely around here somewhere, so she starts quietly walking and when she speaks again, it's in a whisper.]

Trust me.

[They don't walk for too long before there's the sound of rustling off to the right. Since he's the one with a gun, she signals for him to wait. A zombie comes charging out of a nearby alley, and she motions for him to shoot. Hopefully his weapon is quiet, or they'll be drawing attention to themselves.]

[kidjoy]

[She makes a face when the woman grabs her hand; she still hates unexpected touch. It's really a credit to the fact she rather likes Cassandra, more than most people on the ship she's met, that she doesn't jerk away immediately and the only response is a wrinkled nose.]

We gonna see those zombies?

[She's not going to argue about going, Kobra's not around yet and she can wait when it means she can go to her own world. She's got some things to sort out before she hits sand again anyway.

If anything, she's more curious about what Cassandra has told her about this flesh eating infestation than rushing toward the portal for herself.]

[deal]

I'm not sure you should be going, but yeah. We'll see them.

[It's 100% irresponsible and reckless of Cassandra to be bringing the girl along with her, but she's not about to turn down someone that wants to accompany her. Besides, she knows she's a good fighter and would die to protect the kid. So they don't have anything to worry about, she's sure of it.]

You've fought things before, right?

[kidjoy]

Why not?

[She frowns, reaches into her ever present pack and pulls out the shard of broken metal she'd taken from the prison. She flashes it at Cassandra, face pulled into a scowl.]

I know what I'm doin'.

[It's not really an answer.]

[deal]

[Definitely not an answer. It makes Cassandra quirk an eyebrow, but she doesn't say anything about it. She knows the kid is tough, but she'll save any worry for if they're actually attacked.]

Let's go, then. You go ahead and hop in first, and I'll follow.

[Smiling, she gives the girl a gentle nudge, more playful than anything.]

[jedimindtrick]

[ This is... not what Obi-Wan is expecting and when Cassandra latches on to him, he almost pulls away. It's uncommon to be touched — particularly outside of his inner circle or independent of battle — but understanding sets in quickly enough and he nods. ]

All right, if— that's what you want.

[ He wasn't intending to go right away, but he's not about to send her with a stranger. ]

[deal]

[She's not really a touchy feely person, her entire reason for grabbing hold of his hand is so he can't run away. But she effortlessly covers that up with a smile and nods, to tell him that's exactly what he wants.]

Thank you.

[She's good at showing her gratitude at least. Deciding to take the lead, she pulls her hand out of his, and makes the move to head through the portal first. When she comes out on the other side, she's a little dazed as she looks around. She takes instant notice of the fact that this place sounds and smells like home. There's the stench of death and rot in the air, that's only amplified by the summer heat. She had almost forgotten about the sound the z's made while moving around, with the crunching of dry and dead grass under their shuffling feet. It was a comforting sound in some sick, twisted way. It made the issues she was having with being homesick leave at once.

They're in the middle of nowhere, in the heat of the day, judging from the way the sun was beating down upon them. And of course, just their luck, z's were doing their best to hurry toward them, having caught the scent of fresh meat. She moves to pull her knife out from where it's concealed, and she holds a hand out in front of Obi-Wan as a signal that she'll protect him.]

We need to get out of here. Are you good at running?

[jedimindtrick]

[ It's really only the rigors of war that allow for Obi-Wan to be so unmoved by the sights and smells. It's the death itself that affects him as he scours the horizon with dark eyes. ]

I'll do well enough.

[ He could run a full day if he needed. Likely more. He could carry her just the same. He turns to Cassandra, his heart already hammering away in his chest. The Force is chaotic here — strangely debilitating in some way that Kenobi can only call unnatural. Any attempt to arrest the shiver crawling up his spine is met with opposition. His hand hovers over his lightsaber as he watches their rear. ]

Which way?

[deal]

[She glances up at him, like she's trying to decide how fast he'll actually be able to run. She makes the decision to let him take the lead, so she can follow and take out anything that might be able to grab him. Gently, she reaches out to put a hand on his back and give him a shove forward. It's meant to be a guiding hand, really.]

There's a truck at the far end of the field over there. If we can get inside and I can get it started, we'll be okay.

[It's a good distance away, definitely something that will cause someone to be winded at an all out sprint. She looks over her shoulder at the truck, and hopes it still has gas in the tank.]

Go!

[She waits for him to take off first before chasing after. The zombies here are really good at running fast, sos he continually looks over her shoulder while running to make sure they are in any danger of being grabbed.]

[ryuuzaki]

[L isn't sure whether he's going to end up in a world much more terrible than any that he's used to, or a world much better than the one Cassandra knew, or maybe both. But curiosity is getting the better of him, and the possibility of access to some of his belongings is tempting. There isn't much that's personal -- most of his spending used to be on outfitting investigations, not himself -- but there is a bit, and access to some of the other equipment wouldn't hurt.]

All right.

[He doesn't enjoy the fall, but the landing is soft. He'd chosen these white leather sofas partly for their comfort.]

[OOC: The best look you'll get at this room is in the first few minutes here.]

[deal]

[Cassandra lands just short of the sofas, in a heap on the floor. She's a little disoriented at first, but quickly picks herself up and tries to look like she meant to land that way. It involves a lot of standing up perfectly straight and pushing hair behind her ear.]

So this is your...home?

[She looks around, before going to sit on the edge of the sofa. Near him, but not so close that it might feel uncomfortable.]

It's so quiet.

[ryuuzaki]

[He looks around the big room, peering up at the glass stairs that run above the little rest area, the lights high in the ceiling.]

It must be late. It's not my... well, I suppose it was at the time. It's just an office.

[He sits up a little, and the screens catch his eye. Each one is blank, pale grey with a big L in an Old English typeface on it, except one, which monitors what looks like an empty hotel suite.

His gaze flicks to her, then settles there.]

You fell. You're all right?

[deal]

I'm all right.

[She's quick to reassure him of that, because the less attention paid to her less than graceful entrance, the better. Her eyes look around the room, taking in the screens. She notes the L, and glances over at him to inquire about it.]

What's the name of the place you work?

[Or worked. It might be hard to feel like a present tense situation if he's been away for a long time.]

And do you think there's useful supplies here? When Luke took me to his home planet, we were able to bring something back with us.

[A couple of questions in a matter of seconds, but she figures they're both useful.]

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate is all about visiting people's homes, because his innate sense of nosiness demands he do so. Besides, Cassandra lives on Earth, right? And Tailgate's only seen Earth in movies, so that brings an extra layer of excitement to him.]

Ah! Are we going to Earth?

[He asks excitedly, agreeably taking her hand. It's strange how small her hands are, as Tailgate's never held an organic hand before. For a moment, he feels nervous about accidentally crushing her, but he reminds himself that it's easy to be gentle.]

[deal]

Hopefully.

[She's experienced some various results of this portal hopping, but figures that it's worth a shot to try and get back home. She still needs to try and leave a message for her group, but hasn't quite ended up in a place where there's the opportunity for her to do so. Maybe this time will be different though, she hopes, and she pulls away from Tailgate so she can move through the ingress first.

She ends up on the other side in the middle of what was once probably a bustling city. She glances around at all the broken down buildings and the destruction, and turns just in time to see a hoard of zombies dressed up as various forms of Abraham Lincoln coming in close.]

What in the hell...?

[Utterly perplexed by the fact that there's so many presidential zombies, including one that's dressed up as a penny, she looks around. Her eyes fall on a nearby school bus with a hand drawn banner on it that reads Abraham Lincoln Look alike Contest. Figuring that explains it, she just shrugs.

She's really not too worried about Tailgate being here. He can't exactly be bitten and turned, and he's likely large enough to just punt any z's away from them.]

You're good with fighting undead things, right?

[daintylegs]

[As with most things in life, Tailgate doesn't understand anything. The upcoming hoard of strangely-dressed zombies gets a blank look. Sure, he knows what the undead are, but this is really weird, even for him. So, to protest the strangeness, he transforms quickly into a small car. A car the size of a Volkswagen bettle, if one needs a general comparison.]

Nope! How about, instead of fighting them, you get inside me and we can bravely drive away from this. Don't ask me to run them over, because I am not picking dead fleshling out of my joints.

[The car pauses, horrified for a moment.]

Oh! I'm sorry, I meant human, not fleshling. I didn't mean to be offensive.

[deal]

I'm pretty hard to offend.

[She softly laughs, almost in disbelief at what he's just said to her. As she moves to hurry into the driver's seat, she takes notice of the fact that the zombies are closing in around them. If they don't get moving, he's going to have to run some of them over to get them out of the way.]

Unless you want me washing fleshling off of you, it's time to get the hell out of here. If they get any closer, you won't have any choice but to run them over.

[ex_forcechoke292]

Wait, you want to go back to the apocalypse.

[He's not really arguing the point. He doesn't pull his hand away, and it's not given with the inflection of shock. All he wants to do is confirm a point. He understands wanting to go back home, even if "home" isn't exactly the most pointedly desirable place to be. But if they're doing this, it's time he knows what that entails.

He nods, small, short, and sweet. To the point. If this is what she wants, it's what she wants; he's not really one to judge. (He might anyway.)]

It would be stupid to let you go alone. How does this...work?

[Just shove him in, he'll figure it out.]

[deal]

I want to try and get a message to my group. To let them know I'm still alive.

[It's what she had asked the network about over her MID just a week or so prior to arriving here, and the timing of this is too convenient for her to pass up. It's almost as if it was meant to be, or some sort of fate bullshit, and she's got a letter written and tucked away to leave out for 10k or Murphy to find.

So she's eager to get back and give it a try. So she gently shoves him right through the portal, hopping in right after. She manages to touch down first somehow, and looks around to take in the sight of what was once a bustling city. Everything's run down and trashed, and while there's the familiar sound of z's shuffling and groaning in the distance.

Ah. Home sweet home. She looks over to Anakin, holding an arm out so he doesn't try walking ahead of her.]

Rule number one is, kill anything that looks like it should be dead. Cut off the head or stab it through the brain, but don't let it bite or touch you. Okay?

[ex_forcechoke292]

Let me guess. Because it is dead?

[He glances around warily, from her outstretched arm to the fallout of the city around them. He doesn't sound terribly surprised, at any rate. Not after that...which 50th trip to Geonosis had that been? Or the prison they'd just clawed their way out of.

It almost sounds perfectly logical, even if it's a complete affront to how he knows the galaxy to work.]

That shouldn't be a problem.

[He pauses then, taking in the scene around them: the run down city, the odd sounds off in the distance.]

...What happened?

[deal]

Fracking apocalypse.

[She steals one of Tommy's favorite lines to mutter whenever discussing the zombies, and actually finds herself smiling in an oddly fond sort of way. It's thinking of her friend that motivates her to move forward, her hand reaching to pull out her knife so she'll be ready to strike. She hasn't had any casualties of her friends so far on these trips, and doesn't plan on starting with Anakin. She enjoys him too much to watch him die.

So she moves first, motioning for him to follow. She's eerily silent when moving through the streets, the sound of her boots touching the pavement not making a sound. They make their way out to a more main street, and she takes notice that although this is a city that looks like it probably held a fair share of people once upon a time, there aren't any large buildings.

Eyes glance upward and she takes in the words Wisconsin's Best Cheese Festival! and can't help but roll her eyes. Great. They're in Wisconsin. There's nothing good in Wisconsin, and her group likely won't even bother coming up this far. Still, she's promised herself this is the last trip through the portal, so she needs to make it count. She needs to find closure, so she can fully move on past being broken by this world. She's ready to move on and build herself back up again on the Moira. ]

It started with a virus. No one's sure where it came from. But it made people sick, and it turned them into...monsters, I guess. Zombies. They want to eat other people, so they bite them and tear out their organs and -

[Out of nowhere, there's a loud commotion from down the road, and Cassandra turns her head to see a giant wheel of cheese with zombies sticking out rolling right on by. Yep. A giant wheel of cheese. She just stares at it as it rolls past, looking completely stunned.]

And now shit like that happens.