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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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[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.]
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It doesn't really have a name. It's an organization, but it attempts to work mostly behind the scenes. This is the headquarters of an operation.
[Half-truths are good enough; he lies primarily as a form of self-preservation. His expression brightens, and he places his palms against the cushions he's sitting on, pushing himself up.]
But yes, there are certainly supplies. I don't think there's any point in trying to take much technology back with us -- the computers on the Moira are more advanced. There are other things... food, weapons, clothing.
[As far as he's concerned, Cassandra is welcome to some of Misa's.]
What are you interested in? We probably have time for you to see some of Tokyo.
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[Like fast food. It's a little interesting to her that after about six weeks on board the ship and away from her home, she's already ranking clothing above weapons in order of importance to grab. She's started to relax a little, and realize not everything is going to be a fight. Her priorities for survival have shifted, but not enough that weapons are going to be an afterthought.]
Then you can show me your favorite place in the city. It's so big here, I wouldn't know where to start seeing things on my own.
[She moves to stand up as well, offering him a slight smile. So far, this is the calmest visit to someone else's home she's had. Of course, unknown to her, is the fact that she's brought some stragglers from her world here in the jump through the portal. The undead are making their way through the heavily populated city at a rapid rate, though all hell hasn't broken loose just yet. Everything is quiet still.]
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If it's late, it probably wouldn't be possible to get to anywhere I like. But we can go see what's open.
[He has an uneasy feeling, one he can't place. Part of it might be the building... it's always strange to return after a few years to a house you used to live in or a school you used to attend. But it shouldn't be this empty. Especially not at...]
We're in luck. It's late afternoon.
[The date is not what he'd expect, but that doesn't mean much, only that this is a permutation of his own world. And then he realizes another reason for his discomfort: this isn't completely unlike what had happened when he'd gone into the corridors of the Tranquility with Nathan's team.
How long ago was that? Not long enough that L isn't listening for manticore claws on the sleek cool floors, or on the glass stairs. On an impulse, he flips on a number of security feeds, and all the monitors come to life... but they show nothing but deserted rooms and corridors.]
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It's afternoon, and no one but us is here?
[She doesn't know why that makes her feel uneasy, but she can't shake it off easily. Her hand goes up to briefly touch at his shoulder, hoping he picks up on her uncertainty with the situation. After some of the other places she's been to, she knows that going back home isn't ever what it seems for people.]
Maybe it's a holiday.
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[He pats the hand that touches at his shoulder, with a half-smile, then reaches back down to the keyboard where he taps at a few keys. Pulling a small microphone on a stand towards him, he presses a button on it.]
Watari? Are you there?
[There's no answer, immediate or otherwise.
This is beginning to seem exactly like the situation in the corridors, but if that's the case, at least something will be pulling them out after a few hours. Last time, he'd had to be physically dragged out with severe abdominal wounds. He sighs, then turns his head to her.]
All right. If they aren't using this place at the moment, it may not be supplied as well as I'd like. But there's no way to tell without looking around.
[He ambles in the direction of the elevator off to the side, adding,]
This way.
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I need to tell you something important.
[It's said as the doors shut, and she looks at the reflection of them standing next to one another in the metallic doors.]
When some people brought me to their home worlds, I brought things from mine with me. Our worlds mixed, not always in good ways.
[He's one of the closest friends she has on the Moira, and she doesn't want to ruin the building trust by not being honest with him. She thinks that just in case if something bad does happen, he won't hold it against her just because she came through the portal with him.]
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I'm prepared for it. I can't say I'd be prepared if it were longer than a few hours, but I assumed that the odds that we'd be dropped into an immediately dangerous situation were relatively low. Aside from that, if we were lucky, it would be nice to see Tokyo.
[With a frown, he adds,]
Listen. Take what I said earlier today seriously. If we encounter someone I know, other than Watari, you're Casey Smith. If I introduce them as my friend, you have to be extremely careful of them.
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Why? Are you in trouble with people or something?
[Because he really doesn't seem the type, but people surprise her all the time. The elevator dings and the doors open before she gets her answer, and she motions for him to lead the way.]
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[And that might, obliquely, answer any other questions that she might have about his name.]
There was nothing on the cameras, but I'm still going to clear the room before we go in, all right? No unpleasant surprises.
[They come to a door -- Amane's room -- and he draws the pistol, hits the light, clears the deserted room in slices, then moves to the inner door and does it again.
Nothing.
It occurs to him that there was a time when he'd have been irritated that he had to clear the room himself, let alone that he was in a situation where a room had to be cleared. When he was younger, that was something that would have been taken care of before his arrival... that, and bug-sweeping.]
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The room looks clear, so she steps further inside, remaining silent until he signals that it's okay to talk. Her eyes look around the room as she quietly makes her way over to his side, taking note that everything in this place she's seen so far have been nice. If she didn't have a life forming back on the Moira, she'd be reluctant to leave a place like this.
As she steps in right behind him, she reaches out to touch her fingertips against back. It's letting him know she's there, as well as silently asking if things are okay.]
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She doesn't seem to be here. Check the bureaus and closets... take what you want. If you see any stationery or books... journals, notebooks, letters, that sort of thing... let me know. But don't worry about the magazines, unless there's one you want.
[He indicates the coffee table with a short sweep of his hand: it's covered in magazines aimed at young Japanese women.]
There should be a bag of some kind here, too. You can also take that.
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[She doesn't need to be told twice to find a bag and collect things, though. She finds a bag in the closet, and promptly opens it to start putting things inside. Whoever this stuff belongs to, it isn't really her style, but she manages to find a hooded sweatshirt and a bomber jacket, among some other things. She's quick in rifling through things, an expert at looting in record time.]
There's some notebooks in here.
[She stumbles across some in one of the drawers, and moves away from them so he can look them over while she hits up the other closet and grabs an oversized shirt to stuff into the bag.]
Is there anything up in your office you want to grab? You should make a bag for yourself, too.
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[He keeps one eye on Cassandra as she goes through Amane's wardrobe. When she points the notebooks out to him, he meanders over to the stack of notebooks and rifles through it: his main concern is that she doesn't accidentally bring the wrong thing back to the Moira. While a few of them are indeed black notebooks -- that's just to be expected of Amane -- none of them look like the murder notebooks.]
Yes, we'll go to my room and a few other places. I have a bag... it really shouldn't take long.
[He pauses, then begins to look amused.]
You don't want any of Misa-Misa's dresses? Look, this is her.
[He gestures again at the table, where Misa's face beams up at them from the cover of Non-no.]
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She's very pretty.
[She looks up from the magazine to him, shaking her head.]
I'm not anything like her. She doesn't have scars all over her body to hide. She's...I don't know, perfect. She can wear all the dresses she wants and not have to worry.
[She wonders who she is to him, and pauses before asking,]
Who is she to you?
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But the sigh is more at the idea that Amane's attractiveness means anything real to him, when he knows what she is.]
I already told you: she's a mass murderer. More of an accomplice than the mastermind, however.
Her life hasn't precisely been easy... her parents were murdered in front of her several years ago... but it's arguably been easier than yours. Take one of her dresses if you like it -- never mind the scars.
I just thought they might not be your style.
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[She laughs, almost a little nervously because what in the hell are his friends.]
I just didn't want to say so and insult her, if she was your girlfriend or something.
[But you never know when there might be an occasion you need a dress. So she goes back to the closet and grabs one that had caught her eye. She may never wear it, but at least she'll have one. With it tucked away inside the bag, she does a final loop of the room to make sure there's not anything useful, before heading over to the door. He can lead the way to where they need to go next.]
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She's not. With any luck, she's in prison.
Do you know -- I think she had some fruity shower things in the bathroom, if you're interested.
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When she leaves the bathroom, she flashes him a bright smile and holds up her very full bag for him to see.]
You know the way to my heart.
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Good. All right -- my room next. Unless you're interested in men's suits.
[He heads towards the door.]
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[She snorts, rolling her eyes as she follows along after him. She's interested in seeing what kind of place he lived in, and what kind of clothes he wore. He's been a good friend to her so far, so she wants to learn more about him.]
I'm curious about why you lived in the same building as a bunch of serial killers, though.
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Two suspected mass murderers and a number of police officers. The two were under observation by the organization I work for.
[He is that organization, more or less, or at least its core; everyone is else a hand, an eye, some kind of necessary assistant. But it's easier and better to play it all off as though he's not the central figure.]
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[She quirks an eyebrow, and hurries to match his stride so she can give him a nudge. She doesn't really care or mind, but she's just curious and trying to figure him out a little better.
She doesn't think anything of his answer, and doesn't suspect that he's a more central figure than he's letting on. Everyone has jobs, she knows, and his just happens to be something that sounds really time and life consuming.]
a dangerous game of cat and also-cat!
Although I'm afraid that watching someone in the hopes that they'll eventually slip up isn't terribly intense. It's long stretches of boredom, then something occasionally happens... if you're lucky. If not....
[He shrugs, as if to say It can't be helped -- although the truth is that it sometimes can be, if you can make something happen to force your opponent's hand. Arguably, that kind of catalyzation used to be his specialty. There's been less call for it in more recent days.
Just then, they come upon a door. The corridor is hotel-like, but unlike the other doors they've passed, there's a small, dark glass panel set into the wall next to it with a numbered keypad below it. He presses several of the numbers in quick succession, then holds his palm against the panel, then, as the door unlocks, he pulls the pistol from the holster again.
It doesn't take long for him to clear the room.]
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Do you miss being here?
[It's idly wondered as she leans up against a wall, watching him.]
Even with having to watch murderers all day, it has to be better than back to back spaceship duty.
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