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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

a. legs so hot you fry an egg | collective ash3;

"Hey, you over there!" A low, but insistent, voice calls out to passers by. "You. With the face."

If heeded, it won't take long to discover that the voice belongs to a man waving from a makeshift stand a ways down the beach. The stand itself appears to be hastily constructed of an old cardboard box, the words LEG CON written on the front in loopy letters.

Oh, and the guy manning the stand also happens to be a skeleton. A skeleton slathered in sunscreen, no less. Apparently you can never be too careful.

"C'mon, I don't bite. Got a few questions for ya." He waves again, motioning them closer. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your legs?"

b. seas the day | collective bf3;

As a rule, R&R isn't something that really happens for the Moira crew. It's enough to make a guy suspicious, even when presented with enough sand and sunshine to make someone without skin worry about melanoma.

Fortunately for Sans, he's never been one to needlessly worry. Sure, all the clothes they're buying were probably made from the hides of babies and the mud he just finished soaking in was almost certainly laced with poison, but that was tomorrow Sans' problem.

Today Sans had his arms loaded to the point of bursting with packages and shopping bags. He still smelled faintly of cucumbers, thanks to one stubbornly falling through his eye socket and planting itself at the back of his skull. It itched uncomfortably, but not enough for him to make an effort of dislodging it.

Spying a hair salon, Sans slowed, squinting at the sample photographs. Vision already obscured by his bags, it's too late before he realizes what he's on a collision course for.

"Aw, jeez." He winces, bags strewn over the sidewalk. Toy robots, sweets, action figures, and clothing all at least two sizes too large for him are littered everywhere, but Sans seems a little more concerned with the person he just careened into. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. You okay?"

Edited 2016-06-01 06:44 (UTC)

"Sorry?"

Curious about the fact a skeleton is asking about her legs, she hurries her way over toward him with a little grin on her face. She's heard the question he's asked about her legs, but isn't sure how honest she's actually supposed to be here. But it's a skeleton in sunscreen at the beach, she isn't going to get many other chances to talk to a skeleton on the beach. So she arches her eyebrows and doesn't bother hiding the fact that she's attempting to judge if this is a perverted skeleton or not as she makes direct and prolonged eye contact. He looks too harmless to be perverted, she figures, so she just goes along with it. Anything that caters to her egomania is always a good thing.

"On a scale of 1 to 10? One being Shrek-like, ten being David Beckham's ridiculously overvalued but no less impressive legs?" Her head tips to the side, and she keeps that eye contact as her grin widens into something filled with good humor and amusement. "A solid seven and a half, I wager. Why do you ask?"

Edited 2016-06-01 06:46 (UTC)

sans | OTA!

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