thisavrou_log | ( june intro log )

( june intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: June 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Collectives ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the vacation spot of the Collective.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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"Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us."

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

Having left Amissis-Re behind, tensions among crew members have continued to escalate into ship-wide consequences, and recognizing the need for some separation among those aboard the Moira, the Captains make the unanimous decision to deviate from their present course to a "nearby" planet that is notable for such popular distractions. While it is not a permanent solution, measures are being taken to monitor the crew's morale much more closely. New arrivals will be treated as they always are; yet, now, more than ever, it is important to stress the balance of working together toward their goal of reaching their destination so that everyone will return home.

WELCOME TO COLLECTIVES ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5

The Collective is a paradise resort located far from any other neighboring planets to offer the most leisurely experience possible to its patrons. Artificially created for multiple uses, it is divided into separate locales interconnected with a tubing transport system that is so fast and efficient that it’s like being teleported to the next area. Extensive mapping can be found at various intersecting points to offer some direction, and there are even recognizable adverts from a very familiar stop months before spread out across the Collective. Whether looking to explore or to simply shed the weight of anxiety, there are plenty of opportunities to be found within ASH3, BF3, and CLF5.

All crew members are given a card from the Captains that has an unlimited amount of credits on it. Organized through trade, these allow Moirans access to any of the luxuries that the Collective has to offer aside from the purchase of items considered weapons due to the escalation of recent events. Food, clothes, trinkets, or even a full spa experience—the limits, otherwise, are endless. The Captains emphasize that this is time to relax and take a break from the grind that is living and working on a spaceship as unique as the Moira.

☄ B.E.A.C.H! THE BEST ESCAPE ANYONE CAN HAVE!

For those seeking a fun time, the Collective offers a variety of activities on ASH3. There are multiple beaches to enjoy as well as beachside kiosks offering drinks, beach toys and surf equipment for those a little more sports-minded. The tide washes in beautiful shells to collect, and there are always life-guards on duty to make sure everyone stays safe while enjoying their time on the beach. ASH3 offers a safe and friendly environment with plenty of fun in the sun for everyone. There is also a boardwalk full of restaurants, bars and plenty of games and entertainment for when you want to step off the sand but don’t want to give up being out in the sun.For those who can’t or won’t bear the sun, ASH3 also offers a thriving night life on both beach and boardwalk. There are midnight boat tours to view the bioluminescent schools of fish native to the island and bonfire dance parties that go long into the mornings. On the boardwalk, all shops are open until midnight as well as many clubs and social spots where crew can mingle with other tourists in the area.

So you don’t like the sand. It’s too hot, and it gets everywhere. Then hop onto one of the many transportation systems, slip into some warmer clothes, and take to the slopes. More experienced crew can immediately dive in, but those who need help can take lessons on how to ski or snowboard. There’s hot cocoa, sleds, snowball fights, and the occasional person making a snow angel (or snow person). ASH3 also has areas for rock climbing, sky diving, base jumping, bodyboarding, canoeing, hang gliding, jetskis, mountain biking, hiking, and much more.

☄ WHEN I SHOP, THE WORLD GETS BETTER

Not everyone enjoys shopping, but this Collective entices even the most frugal and reluctant into spending their credits here. In fact, the Captains are encouraging this. They give the explicit “order” to buy whatever you want for yourself and your fellow crew members, but more than that, to consider making purchases to better the ship. Is there any area of the Moira that needs spruced up? Maybe some fresh paint in the mess hall,or new furniture in the decks? Maybe some fancy curtains for all those windows on the observation deck, or a few throw pillows? New pots and pans for the kitchen might be something to add to this list as well as equipment for the rec area, or whatever else you think BF3 will have to help increase comfort aboard the Moira.

To enhance your shopping experience, the technology here allows you to try on clothes without lifting a hand. The food here is an unlimited spread of gourmet dining to comfort food and every dessert you can think of. When you’re finished with your purchases, have all your packages and larger items delivered back to the ship for you.

☄ TREAT YO SELF

The accommodations on the Collective of CLF5 are as unique as they come. Lodging is available for those who want to sleep in an environment that’s underwater or perhaps those who desire something as simple as a soft bed. No matter what kind of room you want to purchase for the night, it’ll be available here, and the only true limit is the imagination. When you aren’t relaxing in a hotel room, you’ll find that there are numerous spas and hair salons that offer varied services. Gold face masks rejuvenate your skin, the Ever Young™ Spa can make you look ten years younger with one treatment, and the mud baths are known across the universes for making you feel youthful and refreshed. If you’re looking for a new hairstyle or to relax, this Collective is the place for you to spend those hard-earned credits.

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1 | NOOB ALERT | muffled lowkey freaking out in the distance;

[Dave doesn't know what to do with himself.

He's amenable enough to shuffling through the medbay (at least besides when he gets cranky over a contract), and comes out the other side frankly laden with crap. It isn't even the standard uniform and MID issue, though he has those, too—but look, Dave is a tall, skinny kid in sunglasses and a CDC uniform, carrying a sword and wearing an Obama lanyard around his neck. And that's without addressing the dufflebag on his person.

This is how he wanders around the Moira, with an extra blank expression that mostly translates to him looking hella fucking lost. Send help.]

2 | ASH3 | the fuck is this;

So are we standing on Ash-Three or A-S-H-Three. Or does my phonology leave something to be desired.

[Dave is reading a brochure that neatly labels all of the Collective locations. How handy.]

What does this shit even stand for. Big Fucking Three? Aggressive Sand Hell? For real, there is no good way to say C-L-F-Five. Cliff-Five. Control-Alt-Delete-Five. [Never mind there isn't an "F" in "delete".] I bet that one's just blue screens as far as the eye can see.

3 | ASH3 | the fuck is that;

[Dave has decided he is not a fan of sand. Nor is he a fan of snow, because fuck snow and fuck cold and also fuck avalanches. This is how he ends up in one of the more temperate zones, bearing witness to its variety of billed Extreme Sports.

While hovering ten, twenty feet off the ground.]

I dunno, being able to fly really takes the edge off sky diving and the like.

[He mutters that as he floats between signs like a dumb bird who flew indoors and can't find the exit, a little overwhelmed by all of the ads.]

Whoops—

[If he didn't have your attention before, he probably does now after dropping a box of space French fries from overhead.]

4 | BF3 | check yoself before you wreck yoself;

[Never let it be said that Dave won't exploit the fuck out of any easily accessible funds, especially easily accessible funds he doesn't expect to last. Mix this pragmatism with the dumbassery cultivated by sixteen-year-old hipsters, and Dave makes some. Uh. "Interesting" purchases. Ranging from a portrait that suspiciously resembles the Mona Lisa with Nic Cage's face, to an emergency inflatable chicken, to a face-butt towel and a taxidermied alligator head, "interesting" might be an understatement.]

Are you gonna buy that.

[He points to the eclectic item nearest to whoever is unfortunately next to him, whether it's one of the previously listed items or something totally new. What sweet loot is everyone else picking up? Is it edible? Dave is a still-growing teenage boy; of course he's here for food.]

[Jasper lowers her fist, impatient and irritated.]

Get out of the way, Peridot.

I'll say.

[ Tony stops ogling the machines long enough to turn his attention to the actual reason he's here. He meets Bruce halfway, giving him a sturdy clap on the shoulder in greeting. He doesn't bother to mask his own relief; he's seen some crazy shit here already. A familiar face from home is a welcome reprieve. ]

How come you didn't tell me you're Santa working in the magical Northern toy factory, huh?

[ The care doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated, though Tony isn't inclined to actually mention it. To the casual observer, it might just look like a heavy trash can. Hardly something that requires particular care.

Tony, for his part, just flops down on the floor beside the cylinder, draping one arm across it for support. Damn, he's putting wheels on this thing.

He scrubs a hand over his face while he catches his breath, then looks up to where Adrien has staked his claim on one of the bunks. He guess he's probably taking a top one, once he can be assed to move. ]

Yes and no. It's going to be here, but it's going to be in several hundred pieces.

[ Bruce nearly steps close enough for a hug, but manages to stop himself just short of doing it, even if it still looks a bit awkward between Tony clapping his shoulder and him eventually taking a step back. Moving on. ]

You mean in the string of about five short texts we've exchanged? [ It wasn't really in his list of priorities. ] Now you know. Ho ho ho, I guess.

[ Now to put all the ducks in a row. ] What's the last thing you remember? [ There, easy way to start. Easy-ish. ]

Hey, whatever, it's fine. Stay in school, kid.

[ He lifts a hand to the bartender, calling over the noise of the crowd ]

Hey barkeep! Get a virgin mule for this kid! Two limes. Thanks.

[Lapis stops then, but only to stare incredulously at Peridot's sudden and wild entrance.When had the smaller gem gotten her enhancers back? Lapis narrows her eyes and scowls. The water clone stands stock still where it is and despite Lapis' current silence she doesn't seem to be immediately backing down at Peridot's insistence.

For now though she'll wait.]

[ Sitting forward, with the messenger bag set between his feet so he could begin to unpack it, Adrien paused and gave the cylinder a baleful glance. He then looked around the room, obviously doing some quick spacial awareness calculations. ]

Keep it off my bed. [ He said in a dry manner as he looked back at where Tony sat on the floor. ] And I'll make a concentrated effort not to step on any little pieces laying about on the floor.

[ Because let's be real. When Tony started to break it down? Pieces were going to be everywhere. ]

My perseverance and adaptability has gotten me through many trials.

[ His eyes find the woman at the same time, small smirk falling into place. He leans over to whisper something in her ear, passes her another of the drinks the bartender keeps topping off, and then turns back to Sans. He's not taking the bait. ]

Sure, but how's the booze? I like to keep a handle on my priorities.

[ Speaking of, he holds his hand out for Sans' now empty-glass, apparently for the purposes of having it refilled. ]

[Ratchet almost moves back when Tony moves to knock on the flat greave covering his shin but controls himself, his optics narrowing slowly as his lips press into a thin line.]

Try that with another Cybertronian besides Tailgate and you're liable to lose that arm. [He controls his irritation and blows a sighing gust of warm air from his vents.] We're inorganics. There's nobody in here, it's my actual body, and I'm not a robot--that implication is also generally considered rude, by the way--nobody external built us. We're our own sentient species.

Do you want my help or not?

Moira

[Fortunately Dorian has had one too many glasses of wine in his lifetime to truly be impacted by the nausea inducing experience of being dragged in by the Ingress. The blindness, the dull ringing? It's almost like the world's mildest hangover. What does baffle him is a. this isn't the Inquisition anymore b. how did he get here, and why? c. what is all this stuff an how does it work? d. how can he get back to where he was? He's things of great import that still need doing yet.

Give him the tour? A few words that are unreassuringly comforting? Stop him from pressing that button, because damn, it is shiny!]

Beach

[Dorian will be avoiding the slopes and the snow like the plague, if he can help it at all...because he's mildly allergic to the cold and he has no one to rub the warmth back into his feet. No snow for him.

He can however, be found languishing on the beach, enjoying the warmth, that salty breeze, and the lulling sounds of the ocean. All while wearing this fantastic little number. He happens to live by the got it? flaunt it! motto and he is a true believer in the having it.

Generally not one to take on sports, because that would require physical activity, sweating profusely, and disheveling. On purpose. There are only two activities in which this list would fall under being a prerequisite, and one of them would be mage training. So he'll spend the early hours collecting seashells (because geological surveying, and who doesn't like seashells?) before retreating to a beach recliner with its own canopy. It's located on the waters edge so he gets a taste of the water every time it ebbs away from the ocean, toward the shore. This is where he can be found reading a book called "Swords and Shields," sangria in hand the drunkard. Ask him about the book and he might tell you...if you appear old enough, children and innocent looking people will be given a fairytale version instead.

As nightfall approaches Dorian can be found, put completely together in the light armor and embroidered silk of his mage robes, strolling along the board walk, or on the midnight boat tour where he will be leaning over the edge...because bioluminescent fish? Fascinating!

No matter where he goes, however, this will either be strapped to his back or close to his side.]

Shopping

[Did someone mention shopping? Well if the captains were going to throw this sort of coin at them, he might as well make use of it and he's quite content to shop, not only for himself and for the ship (because the interior could do with sprucing...if he had to live in it he would rather look at something pleasant), he's also willing to shop for you. Having difficulty shopping for that new outfit? Want that perfect shade to match your eyes and skin tone? You've come to the right place!

Dorian has already stock piled on grooming equipment and enough outfits, both formal and casual, to hold him over for quite some time. He'll need substitutes so that he doesn't wear out his very fine robes, that would be a tragedy! He can also be found in apothecary type places stocking up on jars and vials, and books covering a number of maladies and remedies, as well as labels (he fancies the ones with the little skulls on them). And of course, who is he to resist the lure of a magic shop or two? Walk in with no expectations, walk out with witches balls! Well that, some poison box rings, books on spells and enchantments, crystals, candles, crystal balls, tarot cards...all novelties of course...nothing he would consider real magic. Worth the price of the entertainment, however. He even found an antique chessboard, what fortuitous luck!

He can be bumped into just about anywhere, from oddities, to clothing, restaurants to living décor. Just do not expect to find him lingering too long in places where there is a great deal of technology. It's baffling and horrific!]

Treating

[Of course he's going to treat himself? Who wouldn't? Although he's used to doing these spa day treatments with Vivienne, he's quite content to share the experience with anyone who just happens to be near by. Facials, mud baths, wraps and massages...if he's purring like a kitten it's probably because it's been a long time since he's been quite so pampered. There is also the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that it might be some time again after this is all over. Fortunately he knows how to groom himself, that doesn't mean he won't be taking some skin treatments back with him.

He will not be getting his hair cut and styled, however, thank you. He does that well enough for himself and he's very, very particular about it.]

BYO

[Throw your own scenarios at Dorian, or if you want your own starter feel free to PM me!]

"I heard you were around," she begins as Sans helps her up. "I was wondering when--"

Suddenly, there are arms around her. Alphys freezes and presses her lips into a thin, tight line. This is... this is not normal? Not for Sans.

"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh," she starts. He smells like sunscreen. One clawed hand comes up to pat him on his back, a polite attempt at reciprocating the hug.

"You... uh... th-the human told me, that, that you've already been here for a few months?" It's all she can say. That must be why he's hugging her? But, even that doesn't seem to warrant this kind of reaction.

"Haha, f-for me, I just saw you a c-couple days ago, but... I'm... glad you're here?"

[ His eyebrows climb momentarily, but he'll graciously let Bruce's momentary strangeness pass without comment. ]

I remember eating my weight in schwarma, then spending two days in the workshop while contractors valiantly try to repair every single flower of my tower.

That give you a timeframe?

[The water in Waterfall had always been too dirty to enjoy recreationally, and there wasn't exactly tons of water in Hotland. But Undyne had always talked about seeing the ocean once the barrier was gone, and finding herself on a wide open beach, with an endless blue sky and similarly endless blue water... It's like she's obligated to enjoy it. At least for Undyne's sake.

Alphys is floating by in a rubber inner tube and a pink striped bathing suit when she sees Peridot's big green head. Hey, it's the girl who rammed into her on the ship. She splish-splashes closer to say hi and catches her bitter conclusion on their surroundings.]

What big deal? [asks with a greeting smile] You mean the water?

[ Yes please, let's just ignore the awkward elephant in the room. Not like they haven't had practice. ]

It does, yes. [ And it's... strange. Bruce was so used to being the one behind the others for months or years, that now seeing Tony from all the way back when they first met actually throws him for a loop. ] I'm from a little further ahead. A year, give or take. There are others from our world here, they're all from ahead of me. Ahead of us, actually. At least one of them you haven't even met yet, but she'll definitely recognize you.

[Why would Sans be talking about anything other than the car? It's the sexiest thing on the scene. She beams with pride.]

Little over 100,00 kilometers, spread out across the milky way galaxy.

[beat;]

Hydrogen-oxygen fuel cell, too. Very eco-friendly.

[Shepard nods pleasantly as Genos analyzes away, pleased the genius of this bombass dessert has been recognized straight away.]

Got it in one. Except for "potentially" — it's definitely delicious. The center's a chocolate lava cake. With a molten raspberry dark chocolate ganache center.

[She wiggles the spoon again, and her eyebrows.] Not a chocolate fan?

[ Bucky has a plan for the day that doesn't quite involve suffering through the day before subjecting himself to nightmares, panic attacks, and assorted unpleasantries that's spawned from being the world's longest serving prisoner of war. Well, mostly all that is going to be in the day anyway, but he has work to do -- Steve's out of the cryotube, he has pretty good roommates, and everything seems to be coming along as well as it can possibly be. His plan involves putting one foot in front of the other, doing what needs to be done, because moving is better than sitting in the darkness and brooding, and if he wants to make amends he has to start somewhere.

Fortunately, his plan involves being helpful (again, atonement). So when a stranger with a large red and gold metal cylinder asks if he can help, he's ready to lend a hand -- but he pauses when he realizes just who it is. He recognizes him not from memory but from the many magazine covers, news reports, billboards -- it's impossible to be in the 21st century and not know who Tony Stark is. But it's not him that he thinks about, not really.

He thinks about a car in the woods, blood on the steering wheel, a wife's quiet whimpers for help that will never come. That incident is long buried in the frozen bowels of Siberia, and yet, he remembers their faces clear as day. Bucky takes a breath and nods, metal fingers resting on the side of the cylinder. ]

Yeah, I can help. Where do you need this?

[Despite still having some anxiety troubles with leaving her room J's truly a creature of night and in the end couldn't, nor did she want, ignore or subdue her curiosity to see what the nightlife is like on this planet. Who knows when she'll get another chance go to a club, considering that none of the planets they been on since the February hadn't had actual cities or towns. So, she put on a dress with a flower pattern, one that really flatters her hourglass figure and flatters her legs, painted her face with make up, fixed her hair and headed out to the night.

The club wasn't nowhere nearly as obnoxious as the one she had found on the Emiri. There was no loud sounds so one could hear their own thoughts and no annoying bright and flashing lights, making it easier to see in front of them properly. But then again, it was also far from the ones she had back at home as the atmosphere greatly lacked the classiness and elegance. But overall she was feeling rather good about the place. However, that good and confident feeling was wavered when she reached the counter and had to order a drink. Communicating without a voice, especially with those who didn't know to expect it from her, continued to be a challenge.

After some difficulties she manages to get what she wanted but by now her mood was now dropped down on the ground and she withdraws to one of the smaller tables near the corner, enjoying her drink with sullen look on her face while quietly observing others. J's never been fan of the role of the wallflower, she's always loved being in the spotlight and to have everyone's constant attention and adoration. She had already set her mind on leaving and never come back, deciding that it was a stupid idea to come here in the first place, when another drinks appears right next to her nearly empty glass.

Well now. This hasn't happened in a while. An attractive young man treating her a drink. She takes note of the accent but doesn't seem to be bothered by it as neither does his white hair and bright blue eyes as J's first lowers her eyes to check out his wrist where his MID is placed. J tends to keep a mental list of all attractive men on Moira and doesn't remember seeing him around before. Another newcomer, then.

She looks at him for a second or two, slightly arching up her brows in a questioning manner, and then grabs the drink he's brought, drinking it slowly through the straw without breaking the eye contact.]

[Listing sushi as her favorite food on the Emiri survey had been her own private joke without ever trying it, so she'd been pleasantly surprised to find in one of the buffets on BF3 that she does actually like it. She almost feels sorry for accidentally destroying Ryuusei.

[Almost.

[Apart from Nihlus apparently following her, the Collective has been relaxing enough for her to actually agree to a meal out with Shepard. (And maybe if she's around Shepard, Nihlus might leave her alone for once? Maybe??) She strolls into Aoyagi wearing her N7 dress and new boots, takes a moment to admire the restaurant, and then sits down across from Shepard, setting down a box from a fancy chocolate store by the sake.]

For later.

[Strawberry chocolate! Mixed flavor treats are so odd but so tasty. (She bought some for herself, too.)]

Oh, yes. If we ever get out of this vacation, I'll consider hiring you to plan the next.

[This the start of something beautiful! She reaches out and takes his hand to give it a firm shake.]

Marian Hawke. Though nearly everyone just goes with "Hawke" at this point. Even I call myself Hawke in my head now.

[THE BEACH! is exactly how Alphys had reacted to all this, too. After an hour of preparation - buying a swimsuit, picking out the perfect beach towel, finding an umbrella that wasn't too heavy or cumbersome for a small yellow dinosaur to carry around, buying a cooler to store several ice cream pops, and of course a very important pair of large pink-lensed sunglasses.

She's settled on a spot in the sand and slowly digging the stem of her umbrella into the sand when there's a whoosh over her head. The kind of whoosh caused by a large enthusiastic robot bounding along towards the water. The draft swiftly picks up her umbrella and sends it floating along through the air like a dandelion - towards the ocean.]

Ahh! Ahhhhh, c-c-come back! Umbrella!!!

[waving her hands around, she attempts to rush after it, but it's already a lost cause.]

Umbrellaaaa!!

[Alphys is new to the Moira and she's still trying to explore the place. It seems like every time she turns down a hallway, there's a dozen more doors to open and even more that are locked and impassable. The longer she wanders, the more she's realizing this place is uncomfortably mysterious. Why are so many areas closed off?

As she shuffles down this particular hallway, her mind wandering, she suddenly feels a draft. When she looks up, there's yet another enormous robot stepping over her as it stomps off to whatever its destination is.

It's so damn cool.

She stops, steels her jaw and gazes in wonder. This is a new one! How many of these robots are on this ship?!]

[Levi's expression is extremely vindicating, considering his initial reluctance to even take part in this magic act.]

That was a melting chocolate sphere. And this—

[She spins the spoon, and cuts into the center of the dessert nestled in melted remains — and dark chocolate sauce oozes out.

The spoonful of dessert looks rich enough on its own, but it's the smell that really sells it — a tantalizing aroma of melted chocolate and berry.]

—is a hot chocolate lava cake filled with raspberry and dark chocolate ganache.

[Wait, how weird does it look that she's just offering cake to random passersby? The bar is one thing, but she wouldn't blame him for looking askance at this shifty-sounding offer.]

--Uh, I understand if you don't want to accept food from complete strangers, though.

Maybe! Then again not all of us are hoping to sit around on a beach all day.

[Hawke throws a shrug back at the other woman. Half-agreeing with her proposition.]

Well, if I try to get into the mindset of a mass kidnapping mastermind who sends people to the beach I would think... perhaps amusement? Or some friends? Or maybe just people to experiment on.

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