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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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[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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The first place he goes is to the closet, where he pulls out two bags. One is empty. The other seems to have room in it, but no more than half of its capacity, and that's the one he sets on the long bureau and opens. It's full of clothing, but he still checks through it as he speaks to her.]
I miss...
[A pause.]
I don't particularly miss this building. Since I left it, however, I wouldn't say that I've had very much autonomy or the amount of influence that would enable me to face events the way I'd like to. I miss that, and I miss a few people here. But not many, and there are people I miss from the last ship.
-- In spite of that, it would be easiest to say that I'm happy I'm not there anymore.
[As he speaks, he pulls open a drawer. His underwear are right where he left them: stacks of neatly folded striped white and blue shorts. He adds two large handfuls to the bag, following them with a stack of long-sleeved white shirts and several pairs of jeans.
He hasn't been fully truthful with her -- he's rarely fully truthful with anyone -- but nonetheless, especially if she's good at considering implications and omissions, he's told her a number of things about himself.]
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Do you mind my taking a couple of those?
[They're much more like her style than what she took of Misa's, and they look comfortable.
She's taken in everything he's just said, and while she's not outwardly commenting on it, she's wondering just how big his amount of influence here is. The fact that he requires entry to his room on a keypad with a code says a lot, as does the fact that that he's concerned about his autonomy. He's also used the word happy, which she finds to be an interesting way of describing things.]
I think you could have a chance to be happy on the Moira. If you let yourself build a life there. It seems to be pretty harmless on the ship so far. It's just the planets we visit that you have to worry about. It almost makes you wonder when things are going to go wrong with the Ingress this planet is letting us use, doesn't it?
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[He reaches in and pulls out a stack of three in a clump, which he passes to her.
It's nice to have your own clothes, but in his experience, these things are easy come, easy go, and if a time comes when he can't get any more of them, he suspects the problems he's facing will be bigger than a lack of jeans and t-shirts.]
Whether or not it's harmless on the Moira remains to be seen. There's apparently something trapped in the ship.
[As a dry aside, he adds,]
We'll return to the subject of my happiness in a moment.
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[This is the first anyone's said anything of the sort to her, and it startles her enough that she pauses in putting his shirts into her bag. She stares up at him with wide eyes, a little alarmed that something's trapped and she's too dense to realize.
Eventually though, she does stuff the clothes into the bag, and her mouth draws into a tight line. ]
Is it something we need to focus on freeing?
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Absolutely not. I don't know much about it, but it's something that should stay trapped. It eats energy. There used to be four captains... it killed one of them.
[He shrugs, then adds,]
I'll try to find out more, but people don't really discuss this sort of thing as much as I'd like.
What have I told you about the last ship I was on?
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If it's shittier than where we are now, I can't blame you for not talking about it.
[She's much more concerned about the fact that one of the captains was killed by something that eats energy and no one's ever mentioned that to the new arrivals.]
Why? Was there something that ate energy on that ship? There's people on the Moira with powers, ones I don't understand. But I know they must take a lot of energy to have and use. It's like a buffet for something that killed one of the captains.
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I don't know if it ate energy. I've never had that impression... although people on that ship also had powers.
[He heads towards the door, back to the hall, then sighs.]
It... he... had free run of the ship, and he was very concerned with isolating people and then getting them to do things for him... I don't think he could act on his own. Probably irrelevant to our current situation, except with regard to my happiness.
[That word comes out rueful this time. There's another door a little down the hall.]
Do we want some sweatpants?
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[She lamely responds, shrugging. She won't turn down sweatpants, because the ship can be chilly. And sweatpants are warm. She likes being warm, so the logic says to allow him to grab them some. Besides, she wants to focus on what he's just talked about rather than clothes.]
What did that thing on the other ship do to you?
[She sounds a little protective, even if it's already over and done with and she can't do shit to help him.]
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As he and Cassandra continue to talk, he clears each room, and they hit the drawers, finding men's casual wear in smaller sizes in one room and larger sizes in the other, along with some business wear.]
Well. Among other things, he trapped me in a dark maze for what I thought was about a year and attempted to brainwash me into helping him. Long on promises, short on answers. [All of that comes out flatly. His tone only livens a little as he continues.] I'm fairly sure that he was originally the captain of the ship, but he was human... I was never able to fully establish what caused the change in him, or how he was able to do these things.
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[She suggests it softly, trying not to feel anger toward a situation she can't control. It's already passed, and he's safe on the Moira. They may not be fully safe here, but that doesn't mean it's not anything that can't be easily handled.]
He could've been there a long time, long enough to create some kind of change. Maybe he was grooming you to take his place. Or be his second in command.
[Because nothing says avoiding feelings of horror by awkward attempts at humor.]
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I don't think so. I wasn't the only person he trapped, and --
[Tucked under some folded sweatpants in Matsuda's drawer is a gravure idol book: a pretty, smiling woman in very little clothing peers up at them. L snorts and rolls his eyes.]
This might be worth something on the Moira.
[But the humorous digression is gone as soon as he picks up his conversational thread.]
In any case, his ex-wife was on the ship, and he'd previously prompted someone to severely injure her. The impression I had was that he wanted foot soldiers. It wasn't very long ago, so I....
[He trails off and shrugs, looking sober and helpless. He'd still been having nightmares during his first weeks on the Moira -- walk as far as you want, there's no light, no food, no water, nothing but the tapping and the voice -- and he doesn't know what's happened to anyone else who went into the halls when he did in the time since he was pulled away.]
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Mostly because it's a shitty time to discuss anything but what he's talking about.]
Hey.
[Gently, she gives him a nudge with her hip.]
Whatever he was planning, he can't get you here. If he tries, I'll take him down myself. And if you can't sleep at night? [She understands how that feels, since she has such awful nightmares that she prefers not to sleep if she can help it.]
I can't either, so we can stay up together.
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What makes you think I slept at night before that?
But in all honesty, I'm not worried about anything on the lines of him turning up here. I'm relatively certain that the Moira isn't even in the same universe, and I strongly suspect that he was tied to the other ship. It's only --
[He moves towards the door.]
Guns and food are both downstairs.
You can build a life, yes. I had... I was. I'm not convinced it was a very good one, but it was mine. I'll try here, but... if you can be ripped out at any point, and so can anyone else, how many times do you have to rebuild it? The situation seems terribly unstable.
[He sounds relatively unemotional about all of this, partly by design, partly by nature, partly because investment of that kind is draining in the way he'd always suspected it would be... but even so, a little bit of sadness and exhaustion have both crept into his tone. He's left someone behind, but only in a way that's indicated to him that he'd gotten more attached than he'd realized.]
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