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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
i'm glad SOMEONE in this thread admits they're not
He reaches for his own glass once he's passed the first one along to Wash, casual and unconcerned. ]
Nah, you've got me all wrong. I'm actually an expert at spending my own money. Special occasion this time, though, right?
[ He raises his glass in a very sarcastic toast before knocking it back ]
somebody's gotta be honest, right
[ You could call it a special occasion, he guesses. They're not on a planet that's causing immediate mayhem, so that's a start. Or does he only mean the unlimited cash thing? Hard to tell. ]
Especially given your own money is useless here, anyway.
[ Wash matches him sarcastic toast for sarcastic toast, though his is maybe a bit weaker. You'll have to excuse him, he's lacking in the enthusiasm department. Not enough so to not take a longer drink this time, though. ]
Better get used to having nothing; "Special occasions" like this are virtually non-existent.
[ Could be wrong, but Wash is under the impression Tony is at least new-ish, even if he's already taking advantage of the captains like a pro. Might as well fill him in on one or two of the delights the crew gets to enjoy on a month-to-month basis. ]
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[ He doesn't look like he finds the proposition too world-ending, at least, despite all the posturing going on; he'd put two and two together within 15 minutes of arrival, after all, math having always been a strength. Space travel is the seafaring of the future, so it's easy to project some blanket assumptions. Completely uncomfortable, cramped living conditions; an infuriating proximity to the same people every day for an untold age; a heartbreaking lack of good coffee. He's had worse. He'll survive.
But, damn, it's gonna suck.
He slides the glass back along the bar with a nod to the barkeep, who immediately fills it back up. ]
Guess we'd better stock up on the posh necessities now.
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Maybe. Though I'm expecting something to go wrong with this whole thing at some point.
[ It's not just because he's pessimistic and paranoid as fuck either. Everything that seems half-decent in this universe always ends up being horrible in some way the further they get into the month. He's just waiting for this entire thing to backfire. ]
I figure best case scenario, these cards turn out to be counterfeit and we all end up wanted criminals.
[ And he has no interest in going back to prison, okay. ]
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[ So far he's taken most of his frustration out in petty-but-harmless ways, with plenty of forced humor: ringing up a huge bar tab, buying the most expensive tie when he didn't even like the color. But now the ire starts working its way into his voice, in the way he taps his fingers against the bar restlessly before the barkeep slides the glass back down.
He pays it no mind. ]
I'd say these guys must have some weight to throw around. A few fancy credit cards are the least of my worries, here.
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[ Meaning, it'll probably be a lot worse than fraudulent credit cards when things inevitably blow up.
Still, there's something a little satisfying about getting the guy who's been playing "completely fine" to show some of his irritation over the whole situation. Not that Wash is really intentionally antagonizing, but you know. ]
And to be fair, the crew has nothing to do with the human trafficking. If you're blaming anyone, blame the captains.
[ He takes another drink, sets the glass down, and turns in his seat to face Tony properly. ]
How do you suggest we shut it down, exactly? No one can access any of the off-limits areas of the ships--not even any of the AIs. No one can get control of the ship. And getting rid of the captains? Then we're just stranded in the middle of space. No one else actually knows where we're going or how to get there to get everyone home. Sure, making them captives is an option, but then you're left dealing with backlash and varying opinions from the entire crew which could ultimately ruin the plan in itself.
[ Absolutely, he's being too harsh here, but someone has to tell the new people the truth sooner or later. And not that easier-to-swallow bullshit that leaves out the more unpleasant details. Offering a bitter, humourless little smile, Wash continues; ]
Welcome to space prison.
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Thanks. [ Dryly, ] I'm settling in just fine.
[ He picks up the heretofore ignored drink and shotguns it, then sets the glass on the bar with a bit too much force. ]
But you're gonna have to give me some more time to come up with a brilliant strategy for ship-wide mutiny, since I still don't know where the bathrooms are. Either way, I'd like to think a ship full of - presumably - intelligent, talented, and useful laborers could accomplish something worthwhile if they set their minds to it. You ever see the movie A Bug's Life?
[ Because that's obviously a great and apropos comparison to the current situation. ]
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No. [ It's probably some ancient movie, considering most of the crew is about five hundred years behind him... ]
You'd think that, but all that's been managed so far is a few murders, a lot of fighting and calling out over the network, and general anger throughout most of the crew.
[ A pause. ]
Oh yeah, and at least a handful of breakdowns of various kinds.
[ He's just not going to mention his. Draining the last of his drink, Wash huffs a breath of a laugh through his nose and shakes his head as he sets the glass back down. ]
There isn't enough order to come up with a plan. Nobody's going to get along long enough to accomplish anything. Teamwork doesn't work. It's only a matter of time before someone turns on someone else.
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That's an optimistic way of looking at things.
[ He already feels like he needs another drink, but he's not actually interested in getting sloshed on a foreign planet. ]
I'm not exactly the poster boy for teamwork, either, but I'm not about to complain about mass chaos and then dismiss the concept of, y'know, fixing it. Do you even have a way to deal with murderers?
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[ The comment is dry, but it was sort of true not so long ago. On the note of needing another drink though, Wash doesn't hesitate in catching the bartender's attention and ordering another. ]
I'm not dismissing the concept. Just the likelihood of it working here. And yeah, we do, but it's not working. People still wind up killed. Not to mention that the punishment is either not enough or it's to the point of being unethical.
[ A sideways glance Tony's way. ]
Sometimes it's a few days in the hold. Other times it's something like being recoded to make you more compliant. Go back through the network posts from last month sometime. There was a big controversy over an AI who almost got reprogrammed for killing someone.
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Capital punishment for robotics isn't something he's had to seriously contemplate before now. He's starting to think he should. ]
Pretty sure that falls under unethical, yeah.
Reprogrammed by who?
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Yeah. It does. But a good portion of the ship didn't or doesn't understand that.
[ With very first hand experience with unethical treatment of AIs, he's Very Opinionated on the topic. ]
The guy who programmed him originally, I guess. He conveniently happens to be here, so after the trial it sounds like the people who voted for recoding dragged the program off. Fortunately, the programmer didn't go through with it in the end.
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[ His tone doesn't sound like he's excusing it, of course. If someone put their hands on JARVIS, for example, he'd probably be beside himself with anger. And that's not even touching on the dubious issue of sentience.
He's silent for a long few moments, contemplative for a change. It's a far cry from the guy who'd been buying shots for the bar a couple of minutes ago. Finally: ]
This place is a damn mess.
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[ And it isn't like the Ingress has brought through anything that can't think or feel for itself along with a batch of new arrivals, so that should be a hint to anyone who doesn't have experience with artificial intelligence.
In the silence, Wash just drinks, only glancing over when Tony speaks up again. There's another quiet, humourless laugh followed by a nod. ]
That's an understatement. Just wait until we're not surrounded by beaches and spas. Things get really good when there's no relaxation and lots of stress.
[ And he's fed up with all of it, honestly. Not that he expects things to get any better. ]
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[ Well, best friend in a manner of speaking. Whatever. It counts.
Tony lifts a lazy hand to flag the bartender, who passes him another drink, right on cue. He lifts it and swirls it a few times before continuing. ]
I'm not saying conflict's a surprise, because that's sorta the human condition, but murder's a little extreme. I'd rather not sleep with one eye open all the time.
[ Which is a private two-fold joke, because he 1. does that anyway and 2. almost never sleeps. ]
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