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"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.
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Frisk giggles when he scruffs their hair up, reaching with their free hand to brush a few stray locks back into place, and squeezes his offered hand gently. "Okay. Here we go!"
Over the edge, and down, down...
They pair of them land with a stumble in a clearing on the side of a mountain, the air crisp and clean and the sight of a bustling city only a few miles away. The sun is setting on the horizon, casting the sky into a beautiful painting of oranges, reds, and purples, and all around the quiet sounds of nature provide a calm sort of tune to set the mood.
Frisk is pretty sure everyone had camped here, in one timeline.
Smiling, they turn to Sans to see his reaction before saying anything. They're not sure if he'll need a minute or not--usually everyone does, but normally the monsters haven't seen a sight like this in ages and ages. Compared to actually travelling through the stars, it's not nearly the breathtaking sight it could be otherwise.
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That being said? It might as well be a child's drawing of a star for all it compared to the sight in front of him. Sans doesn't just need a minute, he needs thirty. He needs a thousand. And while his expression remains the same, there's a weight to his silence.
In his own life underground, the appeal of this was gone for him. Making memories, memorizing every tree and rock and blade of grass, the effort of it all seemed dwarfed by the inevitability of losing them. A reset would one day come and all he would know the surface as is a dream that fades more with each passing day.
Not now, though. Even with their limited time, these memories were his. Sitting down on the dirt, Sans leans forward on his knees and watches the sun drip down the sky like a runny yolk.
It's a half hour until he finally speaks.
"Wow."
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It's very peaceful out here, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Frisk loves being there, sure, seeing monsters reclaim their place in the world step by careful step. But there's something to be said for a quiet, calm moment with a friend, and Frisk treasures each moment they have with Sans like this.
Turning away from watching the sun slowly dip below the horizon, Frisk smiles warmly at their dunkle. "I'm glad I can show this to you."
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Sans wonders if humans take that for granted.
"I'm glad I'm gonna remember it this time."
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...but have they ever? If it all just slips away again...
Frisk's gaze lowers, and they lean against Sans. "Me, too."
It's the closest they can come to saying 'I'm sorry'.
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He seems even smaller.
Without speaking again, Sans continues to hold tight to Frisk, staring up at the stars and rubbing their back in smooth circles. Who knows how much time passes. An hour, maybe two. The only signal that time is passing at all is the slow shift of the moon across the sky.
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It's calm, watching the night sky and looking for the constellations they know, just sitting and enjoying the silence. How long has it been since Frisk really rested like this, just stopped to appreciate the time they have?
Frisk thinks about saying something, but the silence has words of it's own. They sigh, and relax a little bit more against Sans' side, just shy of starting to drift off.