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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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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
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I wouldn't have already warned you. [He laughs.] Just meet me inside.
[He pulls his goggles down over his eyes and takes off. He makes a pit stop, scooping up a little girl from the living room, before he deposits her on the couch in his basement. The child will be calm about the whole thing, curling up in Peter's lap and continuing to play with the doll in hand like this is a daily occurrence. She doesn't even look up immediately when Sans enters the room, though Peter does and points to the little girl with excited gestures.]
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As it was, he blinks in a half second behind them, eye sockets widening slightly.]
Oh, uh, hey kid. [He's talking to Peter, but looking at the little girl. She doesn't seem to notice him yet, though Peter's excited fanfare is enough to make his soul warm up a bit. Heh. Relatable.] Should I...?
[He motions to his disguise. Sans was under the impression from Peter that the house was a safe space, but scaring a little girl wasn't on his agenda. He'd had enough of that for the last few months.]
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Remember last Halloween when I let you stay up and watch those old movies with me? They had all those skeletons in it? My friend looks like one of them.
[The girl's attention jumps from the doll to Sans, wide eyes staring him down. Peter taps her on the head trying to draw her back in.]
So don't freak out okay? We like him, so don't make him feel bad.
[She looks back to Peter, to Sans again and nods. Peter grins like this is a victory, looking to Sans.]
It's okay, go ahead dude.
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Heh, don't mind me, kiddo. [He explains, bracing the little girl as he takes off his scarf, hat, and sunglasses.] Wouldn't want to rattle ya.
[Grinning with a hopeful edge, Sans punctuates the joke with a quick shake of his left arm. Right on cue, his radius and ulna rattle together with a few clacks.]
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I'm not a kiddo, I'm a princess. Everyone has to call me 'highness'.
[She lisps over the words, voice quiet.
Peter is biting his lip behind her, trying to keep from laughing.]
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Perpetual smile quirking, he steps a little closer, offering a bony hand to shake. How else do you greet a new pal, after all?]
Pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness. [He bows dutifully, if without much flourish. Sans likes kids, but not enough to break his spine over.] They call you that because you're royal or because you're gonna be tall someday?
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Because I’m royalty. I’m gonna marry a prince one day and own a castle. [She pauses.] But I’m gonna be really tall too. Taller than Peter even.
[Peter snorts from where he’s still lazing on the couch, a pile of popsicle wrappers suddenly in his lap betraying what he’s using their short conversation to do. He gets up, taking slow steps over to the little girl to ruffle her hair before zipping around the room to start his stereo and a few of the TVs.]
Don’t let her fool you Sans. She’s not allowed to get married. Not even to a prince.
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[He settle on the floor, subconsciously smiling more genuinely than he has in some time. Sure, Frisk was a kid, but it's been a while since he got to hang out with one that didn't have the weight of the world on their shoulders. Brings him back.]
They got a name? [He asks, gesturing to the doll.]
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[She shrugs, smiling shyly and hands the doll over for inspection.]
She's Dorothy like the movie. I was calling her Wanda but then real Wanda got mad and said I couldn't. And said I stole her lipstick but I didn't, I just borrowed it and that's not the same as stealing. 'sides, you can't steal something if it never leaves the house. [A snort from Peter in the background; he's going through Twinkies at an alarming rate in front of a TV.]
You're on my side right? Not mean Wanda's. I'll let you be a knight when I have my castle if you say yes.
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Sounds like she should lip-stick to her own business. [He grins, kneeling down to be at her eye level. To be fair, he doesn't have to kneel that far.] I don't make a habit of siding against royalty, your highness.
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In the background, Peter's stopped on a news program. There's a muffled sound of a gunshot on the TV, a speech being delivered and dissected by reporters.
The little girl has started giggling, answering the title with another curtsy.]
Then you can be part of my kingdom. Sir Skeleton the, um. What's a good knight word, Peter?
[He's staring at the screen, doesn't say anything until she repeats his name. His voice is forcibly calm, the way he's squashing the snack hand a giveaway to his state.]
You need to go upstairs. I have to talk to Sans, okay? Big kid stuff. Important stuff.
[He turns his head just enough to catch Sans' eyes. He's grown pale, he looks worried.]
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He meets Peter's eye, nodding once, before turning back to the little girl.]
Slovenly. Sir Skeleton the Slovenly. [He offers, shooting her a wink.] We're just gonna be a minute, your highness. While you're up there, try to find me some sorta armor? Knight's gotta have armor, right?
[She seems unsure, but nods all the same, gaze switching back and forth between Peter and Sans before slowly climbing the stairs. Once the door clicks shut, Sans turns to Peter.]
What's wrong, kid?
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The reporter is talking about public safety concerns, about what mutants could be capable of, and the clip shows the president introducing the Sentinels again.]
They built an army to come after us.
[He sounds shell shocked. The news switches to a clip of a man in red armor again, shouting to the cameras about mutant supremacy.]
Because of Erik. They're going to kill us because of him.
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Sans works his jaw in place, uneasy..]
Maybe it's a misunderstanding, kid. [He crosses over to Peter, trying to ground the kid with a hand over his shoulder.] Let's not jump to any conclusions.