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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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thisavrou_log2016-06-01 12:20 am
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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?"
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"Have you ever heard of Mettaton?" Sans asks, before dismissing his own question with a wave and a raspberry sound that shouldn't strictly be possible with his anatomy. "What am I talking about, of course you have. Biggest star in this or any system. A real gas giant, if you get my meaning."
Beaming, Sans pulls a card and extends it her way. On it, handwritten, are the words sans the skeleton - talent representative.
"He's putting together a little contest. Hottest gams on the beach." His grin broadens, leaning forward over the cardboard-box-slash-stand. "Think you've got what it takes to get a leg up on the competition, kid?"
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"If that's the case," she pauses, nodding down at his legs, "Have you thought about entering?"
While she waits for him to answer, she digs around through her beach bag and finds something she can write with. She takes his card and writes something on the back, before handing it over to him. It reads Clara Oswald - Nanny and Cosmic Explorer.
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He takes the card back, filing the information away before setting it back on the table. Clara. Nanny. Cosmic Explorer. One of those things was certainly not like the others.
What the heck is a nanny?
"Y'know that kind of flattery and quick wit are exactly the sorts of qualities MTT is looking for in his contestants. Just sayin'. You might even have a shot."
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Still -
"What's the prize if I win?" That part's always important.
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He raps his fingers against the cardboard stall, hollow sound thunking with each roll of his bones.
"Tell you what, though, if you're not feeling the limey-light I might have another job for ya."
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"And I suppose I could be persuaded to take on a job. Depending on what it is, exactly."
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"I need an assistant."
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"If I agree to be your assistant, do you mind if I touched your skull?" That's got to be the strangest question she's ever asked someone out loud.
oh my god
He stops. For once, his act seems to slip a bit, revealing his confusion. Touch his skull? Sure, it wasn't the first time a human wanted to touch him, but he's never had it presented as a condition before.
"... Eh." He acquiesces, dipping his head forward. "Why the hell not."
this thread is going places
"So you're really, actually a skeleton."
This is all pretty fascinating, but she's polite enough to retract her hand and take a step back and away from him. She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, after all. Besides, they have business to tend to.
"What is it that you need an assistant for?"
bad places
"Yep." He leans back, looking somewhat relieved. "100% bone-ified skeleton, at your service. Or the other way around, in this case. 'Cuz I'll be straight with you, kid, this whole promotion gig is a little more work than I thought I was signing on for."
A beat.
"How loud can you yell?"
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So she leans in, as if they're conspiring and are the best of friends already.
"Question, though. What is it you want me to shout?"
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"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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