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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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Something like that.
[He doesn't sound amused. His fingers touch something slimy and slightly sticky, and he pulls his fingers back instinctively. Luckily for him the creature is perfectly harmless, but still. He ends up twisting his shirt around to get a good look at it. ...That's a lot of tentacles.]
Think it's dangerous?
[He's sort of half asking William, and half thinking out loud.]
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Honestly, I just assume everything is dangerous.
[But he moves a little closer to get a look at the thing, shushing Dogmeat so he calms down a little, which he does.]
I can't remember if squid or octopuses are even supposed to be dangerous.
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Hey. You've got a pip-boy?
[That's not something he expected to see. He might have noticed it a little earlier if not for everything else going on, but now he's more fixed on that than the little alien octopus stuck to his shirt.]
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He holds up his arm in response.] Wait, you know what this is?
[He read the message that was so helpfully crafted for "new arrivals" and listened to all the explanations, which very clearly explained the whole 'in another universe/world type thing' And yet he was still confused, which is why something as simple as someone recognizing his Pipboy is a bit of a relief.]
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[It's almost a relief for Boone, too. Anything familiar to him is totally welcome right now.]
You came in with that?
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[He nods towards the unfamiliar dog.]
Yours followed you through too, huh?
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Guess I got lucky, huh.
[He at least came in fully clothed. He looks down at Rex, smiling ever so slightly for just a moment before he looks back up at William.]
Not exactly. He got here after me.
[He's glad he's here, though. He pats the cyberdog on the neck.]
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[But ooh he caught that little smile. Not that he can blame him. Dogs are great when you're wandering a wasteland filled with terrible mutants all alone.]
He's uh...I've never seen one quite like him before.
[He's still comparatively new to this whole post apocalyptia lifestyle what with living most of his life in the cushy Old World. Cyborg dog is definitely a new one.]
What happened to him?
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[You know, normal dog stuff.]
Where were you before you got here?
[He's curious to know where this guy came from. Finding someone who came from a similar background is better than nothing.]
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The question grabs his attention again, though. Mostly because he was curious as well, especially about the beret.]
Far Harbor. It's off the coast of Maine.
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Don't know it. Sorry.
[It's not too surprising, though. There's a lot of places he hasn't been.]
You know where the Mojave is? I was there before I got here.
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[Understatement of the century.]
I'm what you'd call "pre-war", I guess.
[He's pretty casual about it, mostly because people tend to not believe him anyway.]
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[He squints at William, that frown only deepening somewhat. Mostly he just looks confused, though.]
You're saying you're over two hundred years old?
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[Personally he feels it shouldn't count if you were frozen, but whatever.]
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[He says it flatly, not sure how you can only technically be over two hundred years old.]
Well, you're obviously not a ghoul. So how'd you get to be so old?
[Sorry William, two hundred years is two hundred years. You're an old man.]
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How rude.
[Getting old is not something he was supposed to worry about for a while, okay?]
It's a long story. Basically, I was frozen for over two hundred years in a vault. Hence the technically.
[Technically]
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[He thinks on it for a moment, then sort of shrugs.]
Okay. Seen enough vaults of my own to figure you're telling the truth.
[The Mojave had plenty of its own messed up vault experiments.]
Sounds like one hell of a story, though. You got frozen before the war?
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Anyway, it only took about 20 minutes for it to come in handy. Up until they froze us. Then it became inconvenient.
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You think he knew what was gonna happen?
[Because that's quite some timing, there.]
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In hindsight that is kind of weird. I don't think he did, though. He hasn't really mentioned Vault-Tech much or anything.
Besides, if he did know, he kind of paid for it tenfold.
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[If not, then Boone would guess he's probably not exactly human anymore. Ghoul or super mutant, either option sucks.]
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A while after I woke up we ran into each other in a town called Goodneighbor. I didn't recognize him for obvious reasons. He's not a bad guy, honestly. Just...reeeeally bitter - not that I blame him.
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[Having two hundred years to stew over something? Not Boone's idea of a good time. He's also noticed that William hasn't really... mentioned his family. At least, not in a way that suggests they unfroze with him. Still, it's not really his place to ask.]
Must've been tough. Not sure what things were like before the war, but... I bet it was probably pretty different.
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What's the Mojave like now?