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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.
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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.

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[He agreed to go to as many new places as possible and he knows Ed is doing the same. Hopefully this will help them learn about the portal more and how it operates, if it's dangerous, and the worlds at the other end. Still, even expecting somewhere new, it still takes his breath away. The lights of his eyes shine in astonishment, voice breathy and quiet.]

Wow... This is where you come from?

Edited 2016-05-09 18:43 (UTC)

Not this area specifically, but this is my world, yeah. I've been here lots of times.

[She smiles, but there's something tired about her expression. Fiora had mentioned to Al that this would be - what, her fourth or fifth visit home? - but she hadn't said anything about her prior visits.

Stepping forward, she motions for him to follow her deeper into the marsh. There's a rustic, informal path worn into the grass of the dry areas.]

Isn't it beautiful? We're on the Bionis' hip right now. [pause.] I suppose I haven't told you about the Bionis, have I?

[He has noticed the weariness of her expression and he can't help but wonder if it has something to do with the way they've been travelling to and from these places. Perhaps it saps energy the more its used? Or perhaps she's just been pushing herself too hard so that she can visit so often.]

No, not at all, is that the name of this country?

[It's a strange name, the Bionis, but probably no stranger than Amestris is to her.]

Not exactly. [Her smile regains a little bit of energy as she gives him a wink.] Hmm... I wonder, should I spoil it for you, or let you see it for yourself?

[Fiora's feet crunch on the grass, but her heels sink into the slightly damp dirt beneath it with each step. It's a sensation she hasn't felt since she became stuck on the Moira. The air here, too... it has the scent of ether on it, not to mention the smell of dirt and mist and swamp.]

We don't really have what you call "countries" here. There's the Colonies, I guess... but there are only two of them left nowadays. They say that Mechon attacks over the years destroyed the others.

[Al can't smell anything, can't feel anything. It's an old wound but it aches now, reminded of all he is missing because he can't feel the fresh air on his skin. He wants to so badly, he would give almost anything for that.

He pushes it down.

A lot of what she's saying is still pretty unknown to him, but he's obviously fascinated by the way he looks more at her than the terrain as he's walking and nearly falls twice.]

And all the people live in just those two colonies? Are they far apart? Is that where we're going now?

[Fiora shakes her head and looks away as they trudge onward. She can't go to the colonies and she knows it. It's going to be too hard on her, knowing she can't stay.]

Yes, just those two. One of them isn't far. The other farther, but there's some dangerous wilderness between the two.

[She points up at ridge, a few hundred yards away, and looks back at him with her vaguely tired smile.]

But we're going in the opposite direction, actually. Let's go up there - I want to show you something. [then, an idea:] ...Race you there?

[He glances in the direction she indicates, a little confused they're not heading for civilisation. There must be some reason, he's sure she'll tell him or he'll see in a short while.]

Huh?

[That takes him by surprise. A race?]

You really want to race me? Are you sure? [He somehow manages to give off the impression of a smug smile, even without being able to alter his expression at all.] I'm pretty fast.

[His reaction make her giggle, and she stops walking so she can plant her hands on her hips and grin at him confidently.]

I don't think you realize how fast I am. So, it sounds like a fair match, hm?

[Turning back towards their goal line, she digs her heels into the grass eagerly.] First one there wins, and don't get too close to the water. It's poisonous and the brogs can be quite ornery. Ready?

[He has no idea what a brog is, but he's sure it can't hurt him. Nothing poisonous can harm metal, after all.]

Got it.

[He strikes an exaggerated running pose.] On your marks, get set... GO! [He shoots off on his final word, long legs eating up the ground in fast strides.]

Don't get let behind!

[Fiora breathes excitedly as she launches off at full speed towards the ridge. Her heels dig into the dirt as her internal ether engines shift into a higher consumption level, melting and distributing the crystals compacted during low-power mode from her water tank. It's like a cup of coffee or a shot of energy drink - within a few seconds her body is flying over the grass, arms pumping desperately, her radar bouncing off the ground to make sure she doesn't step in a wet patch of mud.

As they run, the glowing trees get thicker and form a glowing canopy overhead. Each flower and leaf is an individual bulb of soft blue-white light. A monstrously large bird takes off as they stomp noisily through the marsh, but it doesn't bother them. Moving too fast to be a worthwhile breakfast, and there's all that metal.]

[It's instinctive to use alchemy in a race like this, because it reminds him so much of his training with Ed and Teacher years ago. But it wouldn't be fair in this race, not when Fiora doesn't have the same advantage.

So he simply runs as fast as he's able to.

Alas, the large bird distracts him. He's so interested in it, he's never seen anything like it before, and it completely takes his mind off the race. With a sudden squawk of surprise, Al trips headlong over his own feet just a short distance from the finish line.]

--AHHH!

[Fiora is swept up in the rush of competition, eyes focused on the rapidly nearing ridge, when she hears the loud thunk of Al faceplanting into the dirt. It takes a few seconds for her long strides to slow down and stop - she'll topple over too if she isn't careful - but she eventually reverses direction and swiftly rushes to Al's side.]

A-Are you alright?! [said before she even gets there. she stops beside him and looks him over, unsure of whether she should touch him.] You tripped? You okay??

[He's already pulling back to his feet by the time she gets to him, dirt cascading out of the gaps between the plates of his armour.]

Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I was just too focused on the finish line, though I think this means you definitely won.

Are you sure? You're wearing all that armor.

[Which protects him, sure, but isn't it heavy? It sounds like it'd be painful to fall onto all the metal, and have half of it fall on top of you in the process.

Fiora has never questioned why Al is always wearing that full set of armor every time she sees him, but she thinks nothing of it as she kneels next to him and reaches towards one arm, currently leaking dirt.]

I've made a mess of your armor, too. Ack, I'm sorry. I know too well it can chafe when it's dirty.

No, really, it wasn't your fault. It's not like you tripped me yourself!

[He chuckles as he takes a half step backwards with faux casualness. He doesn't want her to touch his armour, there's always the danger that people will hear the hollow ring and realise there's nothing inside.]

Please, don't worry. I promise that it's not a big deal at all, I can clean it off when we get back later tonight.

But I should have known...! This swamp can be dangerous...

[Her voice trails off as she continues to fuss over him, and her eyes are drawn towards the dirt-smeared gaps between his armor pieces. For the first time, she notices that it seems... kind of... excessively dark inside. Like she should see a bit of fabric or skin within, but there seems to be nothing there.

Fiora looks to him now with raised eyebrows and withdraws her hands. It's... probably nothing, but she can't shake the feeling that something is really odd.]

...well, alright.

[She looks over to the ridge they were racing towards.] Let's just walk the rest of the way. It's a tie.

[He has no idea that she's starting to grow suspicious of him, of the lack of body within the armour, or he'd be a lot more nervous than he is right now. He thinks he's got away with it.

Brushing dirt from himself still, he follows where she points and starts walking up the rest of the hill at a much more sensible pace.]

We don't have anything like this where I'm from, I guess that might be why I fell. I'm from the mountains, there's not a lot of swamp land there at all.

That would make sense. [she nods.] A person's liable to sink right into the muck here, if they're not careful. Or get picked off by the wildlife.

[Grinning at him, she meant that last part as a joke. The ridge isn't very large, so they're already halfway to the top.]

Maybe next time we'll go mountain climbing. Did you ever go up into the mountains back home?

[this could be good way to ease into the topic of his armor...]

[Sneaky. He is utterly ignorant that she's intended to pry.]

All of the time! The village I grew up in, Resembool, is up near the top of the mountains. It's so clear up there, you can see for miles.

[His tone is fond and warm.]

I miss it sometimes.

It sounds lovely.

[And she means that earnestly, because she knows the feeling. The air is always so clear on the Bionis' calf where Colony 9 is, too. You could look up and see the Mechonis looming, miles away and yet so detailed.

Looking down for a moment, she considers her next question.]

...Is it really dangerous or something?

Resembool?!

[He sounds incredulous, but he doesn't realise the direction her thoughts are heading in. He can't help but laugh, half surprised and half fond.]

I don't think anyone has ever called Resembool dangerous, it's probably one of the safest places in Amestris. It's just this tiny little village, a lot of farmland, it's so peaceful that I used to think it was kind of boring when I was little.

Then...

[As they near the top of the ridge, Fiora's steps begin to slow down.]

...maybe it's not my place to pry. But I can't help but wonder why you're always wearing that armor, then...?

[Stopping now, Fiora looks directly into Al's eyes. Or at least, the eyes she can so faintly see within that helmet.]

[He can't help it, he jerks with reflexive surprise at the question. It came out of nowhere and he doesn't have the chance to even try and hide his discomfort, the clink of his armour as he starts audible in the quiet.]

Uhh...

[He chuckles in an attempt to sound nonchalant, it's not very successful.]

It's actually a hobby of mine, I just really like it. It's pretty, um, impressive, don't you think?

It's your hobby to wear armor and never take it off? On a mountain that you just said isn't dangerous.

[Fiora isn't really accusing him, she's not being confrontational - but the disbelief is apparent in her voice. Finally, they're at the top of the ridge, and she stops and turns to face him.]

Listen... you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to. But I know that isn't the truth. You got a big birthmark on your face or something? I'm not going to judge. A hunk of scrap like me is the last person who's going to judge you.

No, it's-- it's nothing like that.

[He feels awful now, especially when she refers to herself as scrap. He doesn't want her to feel ashamed of herself, but how can he tell her not to be when he's being so hypocritical hiding things?]

It's complicated, you might-- you might freak out if I showed you.

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