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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"Does it matter? It's gone." There's a beat of silence. "As to who's capable, though... probably any one of those, particularly if they work together. The Moira has some extremely powerful passengers."

"Hey, hey! Who says I'm just a speedster?"

Now he feigns offense, and... does his best to look as innocent as possible. It's gotten him out of at least one write-up.

"I've got a very important job around here!"

Ryuuzaki would probably recognise the face that walks up to him. Prometheus doesn't stay in their room often, but he shows up randomly and doesn't seem to sleep, as if just there to unsettle their third roommate. He hasn't really found a reason to talk to anyone... But there's never any time like the present, was there?

He walks up next to the other man, dressed in his old clothes and takes a look at the display before them.

"Hmm... I think we could all flesh out our closets a little," came the answer. Prometheus leans back, hand on his chin before turning to look at his roommate as well. "But are you asking me because we happen to share a room or are you thinking of getting something bigger? I'm going to complain if you decide to move too much furniture into the room."

You were brilliant. Top marks.

[She reassures him with a chuckle, reaching up to smooth down his collar. She's impressed with his courage to be able to do things like this, and even more impressed because he didn't try forcing her to sing with him. His lack of fear for public humiliation is what makes him attractive to her, so she nods over toward the bar in the back of the room. She won't mind sharing a few drinks with him, if he's up for it.]

Drinks are on me, if you're interested.

[And because she can't see any reason why he won't want to have drinks with her, she turns to make her way back to grab a barstool. ]

If it's so easy, why isn't everyone doing it all the time?

[He kicks the water back... against the waves... which works about as well as you'd expect.]

His answer makes her frown momentarily, because she's not getting information. But his response is still informative anyway, just on another front. With her eyes looking him over, she gives him a playful nudge in order to make the conversation seem light and not at all meant as mining for information.

"Are you one of them?"

[With Asriel checking out as many stores as he can, it's only a matter of time before he runs across Alan. Regardless of Alan's actions the previous month, there's one thing that Asriel does know for sure:

He's the reason behind Asriel and Frisk's grounding. Or at the very least, the biggest reason that mom found out about their trip to the Grid to rescue Rinzler.

While Asriel doesn't say anything, Alan might catch the glare from a small goat child peeking at him from behind a row of computers.]

Edited 2016-06-04 06:30 (UTC)

[He can't help it. He just busts up laughing. It's hard not to. It's a ridiculous situation and it's great.]

[But -- against snowball fight judgment -- he steps out from where he was ducked, and hunkers down, scooping more snow into his hands.]

Okay, you get a free one -- but only if you pack it like this.

Well that's convenient, considering Sans falls right into lockstep alongside her, whispering as if they are just the bosomest of bosom buddies.

"Oh, you can be as creative as you want, sweetheart. I just need to get at least five people with quality legs to put their signatures on this form." He grins wider, betraying the mock-solemnity of his tone. "Think your lungs are up for it?"

The irony of them whispering right now is not lost on Sans in the slightest. If anything, his voice appears to be getting quieter by the word.

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Edited 2016-06-10 02:26 (UTC)

A guy trying to enjoy an ice cream on the pier.

[As if to make that point abundantly clear, Sans takes a large bite out of the topmost scoop.]

What are you?

[ If the circumstances were different, he wouldn't be looking for them either. But considering that as far as he knows, he's just left a situation in which one or all of his people could potentially die, of course he's going to be looking for them. But he also knows enough about people and complications to realize that not everyone's going to feel the same. ]

I'd hope there were, because what I remember happening last wasn't good.

[ That's an understatement, of course, but he's not too keen on talking about Negan at this exact moment. ]

I need to look around and see if I can find them or not. The least I could do is stop them from wandering around thinking they're the only ones here.

[ Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on his part. He could be the only one here, but he's not ready to admit that. ]

Sorry.

[ Her advice brings Rick up a bit short, and he looks at her almost apologetically. ]

Where I'm from, making people comfortable isn't something you worry about.

[ Having Carl around is both good and bad. It's good because it keeps him from getting too lost in his own head. It's bad because he feels like he has to worry about him and has to keep a close eye on him, because there is no way he's going to let anything bad happen to his son. ]

The plan's to look around, see what there is to see, and if we can't get something useful from this place.

[ It's not to just shop. Rick honestly has no idea how to really do that, but if he and Carl can get some useful supplies out of this place, then at least they won't have wasted their time. ]

He can't suppress the snicker when the antenna bobbles around. It's cute. Really cute. Maybe he should go pick one up, too.

"I kind of agree, man." He reaches to poke it himself. Carefully, though. Since he's so much larger than the little toy, after all. "It's cute."

And then, belatedly:

"Oh! Wait! Right -- are you okay?"

Prometheus wasn't concerned about getting run over. Evasion was one of his strong suits, so doing it at mach speed... Well, not something he can do easily without his armour but it was doable. But he wasn't actually expecting to nearly be run over in a hotel lobby. He hasn't had an accident quite this embarrassing since that one time Hedgeshock decided she wanted to prove her worth by setting a speed record around one of Albert's abandoned labs.

There's a grin and laugh when he realises who it was that nearly ran him over. Fancy running in this kid of all people.

"No harm done, except scaring some of the natives, I suppose? Are there even natives here? We're all just tourists after all." He says cheerfully, even as a couple of people hurried away from the scene of the near crash (a couple of others were taking photos, possibly for the intergalactic versions of social media platforms). "Need a hand?"

Prometheus has heard Peter's voice a few times, but this was really the first time they met face to face... The Reploid wonders if the kid even recognises him. Either way, this will be a treat.

[ She finds it...endearing that he feels like he has to ask that. It feels exactly how it comes off, like he's asking to see her again. For what, who knows. Maybe to sit and talk some more, she thinks. Clear things up a little better.

Elena tips her head back to look up at him and then she finds herself drawn down to the brush of warm skin, reminded of when their fingers had brushed at the airport when she'd handed him his journalist badge. She can't help the small smile that plays over her lips and she gently nudges his hand back, hooking index and middle fingers around two of his. ]

We're already in space, Nate.

[ And there's a lot of it, from what she's seen from the observation deck.

Getting her camera to carefully hang over the back of a shoulder, Elena steps in then without another word. She doesn't care that her stupid, floppy hat is tumbling off. She gets her face pressed to his shoulder, an arm wrapping around his back, breathing in deep and hoping they can stay like this for a little while— close, body heat, familiar scents. ]

If you can find out where I'm staying, you can come by.

[ She's missed him. Missed moments like this. ]

Is that what this is? This is great! Is there more?

[Sorry, Peter. This guy is high on enthusiasm. This is the first time he's ever seen a karaoke bar, let alone heard Journey. So... he's going to be super into it.]

[As he picks up the mic, looking through the selections for something a little more familiar.]

[ It's only temporary, but Rick's beginning to feel like he's run out of steam for the time being. The conveniently placed chair helps, but he's just started to relax a little when Boone approaches. He doesn't mind the question, though. ]

Yeah. About ten someones, but I'm thinking it's not likely they're here. Someone would've seen them by now.

[ Or maybe not, but Rick thinks he'd recognize any one of his people if he saw them walking around. ]

He shoots her a sly, veiled half-smile. It doesn't bother him that she's mining for information; it's what he would do, it probably doesn't come from any motivations he would disapprove of, and while he doesn't particularly want to answer anything too personal, he's practiced at deflecting that sort of question when he wants to.

"I'm capable, but blowing things up with my mind isn't among those capabilities. I'm human. And you?"

Edited (Repetition!) 2016-06-04 06:54 (UTC)

Better to not ask questions.

"Promotion, recruitment, at the end of the day we're all still just talking about hot legs." Sans shrugs, grinning indulgently. This guy was a real stick in the mud, wasn't he? Sans' favorite. "Interested?"

[Isha had gone mostly back to her own clothing, and this time, she was a sensible person and purchased clothing. Not the same sort of rush, but might as well be half a decent person about things.

She kept to her leggings, yet she opted for a loose sleeveless shirt, exposing her prosthetic fully to her shoulder. Q-11, her robotic greyhound, was a mere two paces ahead of her at all times.

The thief had been minding her business, mostly, as much as any nosy, paranoid person could mind their own business, when a man came into her view, one that seemed somehow out of place. Well, that, and somehow incredibly awkward.]

Are you alright?

[Isha's not too sure if she actually cares. Yet with this level of disaster waiting to happen, all she could do was mitigate it, maybe even stop a wreck altogether. Not a saint, no, just a woman whose taste level makes her a little more of an expert here.]

[A part of her wishes the TARDIS was here so she had the unlimited wardrobe to wear a dress more suitable for dancing in his time period. It's one of her favorite parts of traveling through time, getting to wear the clothing that goes along with each era. Still, she's more than happy to be in the here and now, and wearing a sundress over her bathing suit. Even if she feels a little underdressed, given the time he's from.]

There's plenty of fun to be had with the basics.

[She reassures him that's plenty, looking at him for guidance on what to do first.]

And don't go slowly on my account. Picking things up quickly is one of my talents.

Aw, that's a shame. I think a couple of my bombs could probably get it to wherever it needs to go, you know.

[Rail pulls something out of her pocket, twirling it between her fingers. It's small and star-shaped.]

Actually they're not mine and I haven't gotten to use 'em yet, so I was kinda hoping you'd say yes and let me test 'em out, haha!

[Normal kid? Normal kid.]

[The little show is enough to make Sans snicker quietly into his hand. Yeesh. What a ham. A charming ham, sure, but the guy might as well be honey glazed as far as he's concerned.]

You sure know how to keep a guy talking.

[Wearing a perpetual grin is a decent way to cloud a guy's motives, but nevertheless Sans appears genuinely entertained by the guy. Not to mention pleased at the arrival of a second drink.]

Booze is passing. Ketchup's great. Highly recommend their Heinz vintage. [He leans forward conspiratorially, jaw wobbling a little more now that the booze is staring to make its influence inescapable.] They leave it under the counter for a few days until it gets really vinegary. It's awesome.

Edited 2016-06-04 06:46 (UTC)

Knowing someone's important.

[ Not in every situation, but he figures he'd be pretty bad off if he'd never gotten to know people like Morgan and Glenn. Not that they're here right now, or that he wishes they were, but he can definitely agree with Clara's statement. ]

Do things like what?

[ Because honestly, he's not completely sure what he should be doing. ]

[from nearby;]

Are you the sort of person who ends up getting blamed for nothing at all because he refuses to stand up for himself? Honestly, I'd figure most people your age would know better.

[Prometheus has seen Alan Bradley aboard the Moira before. Of course he has, the ship was only so big after all; running into fellow crew members was to be expected. Especially one who has become so infamous for nothing at all.

The Reploid still remember Alan collecting those people to save Rinzler and if that bitterness is seen in the corners of the smile on his face, well... There's really no helping that. Otherwise, he looks casual, leaning against a shelf, hair tied back and dressed in his old clothes. Save for the MID on his wrist, there's nothing on him to indicate he was a member of the Moira's crew]

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