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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.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!

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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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"I can't believe we're actually in Paris."

It's one of those things Trish tries not to think about much, what it would be like to have a relationship with Bruce on Earth, because chances are she'll never know.

Now at least she's getting a taste of it. It would be easy to sink into sadness at such thoughts, but Trish pushes it aside. This is an opportunity to experience something wonderful together, she's not going to let thoughts of an uncertain future spoil that.

The thing is, ironically enough a relationship back in their world might've been a lot more complicated than on board the Moira. Maybe he'd be fine living in New York for a year, five, ten, or more— but how long until he had to run again? How long until he had to find a place to hide away in?

Not that he thinks about that much these days, and right now he really is focused on enjoying what he has with Trish. Regardless of it being something that inevitably will end; but then again, everything does.

"It's kind of weird, isn't it? We were in another universe just moments ago."

That part's more whispered than anything, even though they're the only ones on that balcony so far, and the waiters are French. Still wouldn't want risking anyone hearing him and thinking they're completely crazy.

"But this is nice. It's been a while since I've been here."

Part of her stubbornly clings to the belief that what they have is strong enough to defeat the obstacles stacked against it. That somehow they will find a way back to each other when they go home because being apart just isn't right.

It's terribly naive, of course, but if it's a delusion it's one she's going to stick with.

"It's been a while for me too."

She slides her foot a bit further up his leg, just to see what sort of reaction she'll get.

Bruce doesn't react quite as strongly as he might've were she to catch him by surprise, but right now he's a little more prepared— he seems to be almost expecting it, even, when her foot starts nudging farther up his leg.

"You know... I'm starting to wonder if you can go a day without trying to jump me."

Said lightly, though he doesn't draw away, nor does he make any attempt to stop her.

"I mean, not that I'm complaining, but..."

Look, it's too much of a classic for her to pass up the opportunity to do this. If they're gonna be cliché might as well go for it all the way.

"Oh, I could. I just don't want to. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get sick of it eventually."

Cliché doesn't have to involve playing footsie under the table. Not that the thought alone doesn't arouse him, but he would like to leave the restaurant with his dignity intact and not a bulge in his pants.

"Eventually," he repeats, skeptical, staying still as her foot keeps sliding up his leg. "I find that unlikely."

It doesn't have to, no, but she's having fun with it. If he's not, she will of course stop. And he need not worry, she will give him plenty of time to cool down before he has to get up.

"Is that a bad thing?"

Yep, her foot is definitely sliding along his thigh now.

There's at least that, thankfully. Not that Bruce doesn't have some amazing discipline, but dating Trish has made this kind of thing a little difficult for him— hard, you might say. There's only so much frustration one guy can bottle up before it starts spilling over.

"No," his words catch in his throat when her foot traces along his inner thigh, but he doesn't pull away, his knees shifting apart just a hint instead. "No, it's not a bad thing at all."

She bites her lower lip a little when she feels him spread his legs ever so slightly for her, he's just so fucking sexy sitting across from her, talking in his usual calm voice while he is inviting her to tease him further.

She wouldn't really mind if some of that frustration did spill over, but that is something they're just going to have to take really slowly, and she knows that.

Her foot stills before reaching his groin, however, and her expression shifts from teasing to sincere.

"I can dial it back. In general, I mean."

Not just on this particular date.

It's a very peculiar situation here, and as much as Bruce would love to just quench his frustration, he knows he can't, not so easily anyway. They'll have to be both slow and careful about this, something he thinks they've been doing well with, though in moments like these he's reminded that Trish isn't quite as patient as he is, and likely not as disciplined at denying herself what she wants.

Which is fine, really. He'd just like to be able to pick up to her pace, instead of forcing her to slow down to his.

"I know you can. But I don't want you to."

He holds his hands out towards her, beckoning her to give him one of hers.

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She lets her foot slide back down his leg befor she gives him her hand, leaning her chin on her other one.

"Just making sure."

She doesn't mind waiting, as he knows she is a thoroughly satisfied woman, and even if that too would have been something they had to be cautious about, it would still be more than worth it to her.

He takes her hand, cradling it between both of his, shifting closer to the edge of his seat and leaning just enough that he can lift her fingers up to his mouth and kiss each and every knuckle, letting his lips linger for a while afterwards.

"No need to always make sure. I'm comfortable with you, Trish. If you ever do something that I don't like or feel like I can't handle, I'll just tell you."

Oh, those lips lingering on her skin sure makes her shift in her seat for the most pleasant reasons.

"Sorry, I'll try to... Be a bit more chill."

He doesn't let go of her hand, even as he lowers it, chuckling a little at her words.

"Keyword being 'try'?"

"Not going to make any promises I'm not sure I can keep."

She fusses over the people she loves, it's just who she is, whilst at the same time being hilariously unwilling to be fussed over in return.

Well that's too bad because Bruce is going to fuss over her, regardless of her wanting him to or not. But for what it's worth, he won't really complain much whenever she does the same for him.

"That's good enough for me."

"I just want to get this right."

The joys of dating a control freak.

"You..."

She swallows, a little uncomfortable with the vulnerable feeling that comes with opening up, much as she often tries to get others to do just that.

"You make me so damn happy."

She wants to make sure she gives him that too.

"Nothing ever goes completely right. But that's fine too. As long as we work things out."

Bruce likes that, actually. Because one can't know something good if they don't experience something bad. Granted, he would've gladly gone without some of the truly horrible things he's lived through, both home and on the Moira, but anyway.

He smiles at her words, head dropping a little, his fingers still playing with hers, tips tracing along the webbing between them.

"You make me very happy too."

It's honestly a little disctracting that he's doing that, in a very nice sort of way, but not so much that she can't stick with the conversation.

Will she ever not feel like she's melting a little when he gets all shy like that? Probably not.

"You're gonna have to live with the fact that I am just never going to be as zen as you are about things."

For what it's worth, he's not doing it on purpose —neither the touching, nor the shyness. Actually that probably only makes it worse, right? Yep. Anyway.

"And you'll have to live with the fact that I'm going to keep trying to get you to be."

Pursing his lips, he shrugs, threading their fingers together.

It's all delightful so it's not a problem. Besides, she does plenty to distract him entirely on purpose so it's only fair that he get a few points in every now and then even if he isn't trying.

"I don't know how I'll be able to cope but... I guess I'll have to try."

"Good."

Around that time the waiter comes with their food and drinks, so Bruce draws his hand away reluctantly, leaning back to give him room to set down the plates and glasses, and thanking him as he leaves them to their dinner.

"Bon appétit?"

"Mhm."

Trish takes a first bite, and lets out a pleased little groan.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure this food is illegal."

It's far too good to be anything else.

He takes a bite from his food too, humming quietly at the taste, smiling as he slides another serving onto his fork.

"Well, we won't be here permanently so I think we'll be fine if we break a law or two."

"As if I don't have a hard enough time not jumping you in public as it is. Now I wouldn't even get in real trouble for it."

Luckily for everyone involved, her self-control isn't actually that bad.

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