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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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'Vaguely alarmed' is probably the best way to describe the look on his face when he glances up at Adrien. He's swift to bluff over it. ]
Hey. [ Both hands go up defensively ] If they'd actually given me a choice, it probably would've been worse than this.
[ ... Which probably isn't the best way to stave off that particular accusation, but he's distracted by flicking glances between Adrien and the alien-cat-thing jesus why is it staring at him. ]
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He turned and looked up at his companion, who made a gesture with his hand that resulted in Courser settling down on his belly, paws out in front of him sphinx like as he lay his head atop them.
For his part, Adrien watched Tony closely for a moment longer, before he let out a long breath. Right, that was one question answered at least. ]
Yes I ... never mind, not important. Did you consider asking for a lift of some sort before you started dragging it around the hallway?
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There's a certain forced calm about him when he continues. ]
What? No. [ In a tone like that's somehow a silly proposition, and not a totally reasonable, logical one. ] Look, I didn't really put a lot of planning into this. Obviously. I've never actually had to physically carry it anywhere before.
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The response earned Tony a decidedly unimpressed look along with a pointed glance at the cylinder before turning back to Stark. ]
This is probably the point in the conversation where I ask 'why is that?' But I honestly could not give less of a fuck. [ At least not while this entire production was stuck in the middle of an already cramped hallway.
Taking a step forward, Adrien began to eyeball the cylinder with an expression of 'where do I even grab this thing?' ]
Where are you trying to go?
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[ He doesn't particularly feel like explaining the joys of a remotely assembled Iron Man suit, or the even greater joys of said suit being dead as a door-nail. Thanks to space. Which he has had quite enough of, thanks so much.
He runs a finger over his MID — apparently already perfectly familiar with almost all of its functions, against all base logic — and has it project a hologram of his room number so that it's easily visible: NOMO #001. ]
Considering this is the only place with a lock that I'll probably have access to... [ Gestures to the hologram ]
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NOMO #001.
Adrien hung his head briefly and sighed. ]
So much for having a private suite. [ He muttered, though it may have been hard to tell if he was joking or had seriously expected privacy on a space ship.
Reaching for his own MID, he typed in the necessary commands, perhaps looking more comfortable with the controls than a new arrival should, and the same hologram with the same suite number flashed up. ]
As a word of warning? He [ he nodded towards the bahari ] likes to take socks.
[ That was sort of like a greeting? Offering a name would probably be good about now but Adrien was rubbish at that sort of shit.
He nodded down at the cylinder. ]
Where can I safely grab this?
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He spares another glance for the alien-cat-thing (a roommate, apparently, what the hell), looking a bit like it's offended his great ancestors. ]
... Great.
[ He's. Thrilled. Somehow roommates hadn't exactly occurred to him, probably because he's never had to share a room with anyone he didn't want to in his entire life. It makes sense, of course. Space ship, limited space, tons of people to kidnap. And it's not that he doubts he can hold his own against this guy, but... damn. This is obnoxious.
He indulges in one more moment of suspicious cat-staring before turning to the task at hand. Right... good question. ]
I didn't exactly build handles onto the thing. Just -
[ He hops off of it and finds a small panel on the side, which he abruptly manhandles until it sticks out at a somewhat odd angle. He's gonna have to machine that part anyway. Doesn't matter. ]
There. Good enough.
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Course had always been one of the less aloof bahari and he was definitely more friendly than his companion. He stood up as the men began to move around the strange metal thing and padded in Tony's general direction. His feelers fluttered about, just in front of his face, as if he were trying to get a better hold on Tony's scent.
This time, Adrien wasn't incline to stop him. Instead, he was bending over the cylinder, eyeing the panel Tony had just opened for a handhold and muttering under his breath. ]
For a fucking genius, you sure didn't think this through very well.
[ As he muttered, he reached to anchor his hands on the cylinder and then glanced over expectantly for Tony to pick up his half.
If Tony was willing to stop eyeballing his space cat long enough. ]
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Personal space, E.T. [ ... still to the cat ] Three feet, all times. And don't touch my stuff.
[ Then he's turning back to the pod and picking up the other side, as anticipated, though one eyebrow ticks upward. 'For a fucking genius,' huh? It could just be an off-the-cuff insult, but somehow, it doesn't really sound like one. ]
Gimme a break. If I'd known I'd need to build contingencies for inter-dimensional travel, I probably would've.
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[ Sinking on his knees, Adrien winced as he lifted upwards. He was able to carry his part of the cylinder but there may have been something to the idea of 'big and strong' having been a better bet.
Ah well, Tony would have to make do with what he had. ]
And his name is Courser, not ... whatever E.T. means.
[ Speaking of, the space cat watched the two men, tail slowly lashing back and forth, before he ghosted around the cylinder and moved back to Adrien's left side.
Right? Were we walking now? Pediconference while lugging dead suit weight? ]
Well maybe you should have been a little more creative in considering possible inter-dimensional travel.
[ Because inter-dimensional travel is obviously something the normal human should consider in their day to day life. ]
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You don't have tentacles, I'm not worried about you.
[ Well, mostly. But a guy who'll help him lug several hundred pounds of armor through a crowded corridor — mind the corner, by the way, there we go — probably isn't all bad. Probably.
Tony watches the room numbers go by and silently thanks his lucky stars that they're getting smaller. His back hurts. ]
Trust me— [ Gritted out as he adjusts his grip on the cylinder ] I'm already making plenty of adjustments in my head. Like - wheels, maybe.
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[ And at that point conversation was going to become pretty damn impossible as the lugging began in earnest. Seriously what was this made out of again? Vibragam, vidaphraemn, vi ... fuck it, he couldn't remember what he'd been told.
Just going to go with heavyfuckingdanium and we're minding the corner!!
Adrien was also watching the numbers click off, sheer stubbornness keeping him from asking for a brief break, though he was definitely starting to huff. ]
Still ... [ huff huff ] don't understand [ huff ] why you didn't [ groan, wince shift grip ] ask for a lift.
[ Seriously. A ship this size? There had to be an antigrav something somewhere that could have helped!! ]
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[ He falls silent while they make their way down the hallway, and just grunts irritably at the huffed complaints, because the answers range from 'Tony Stark always tries to do it alone to the detriment of himself and everyone in close proximity' to 'Because he's an idiot'. And it's a moot point once they finally reach the door to #001, thank you very much, let's all stop complaining.
He manages to get the door open so that they can push their way inside, and dump the damn thing on the nearest patch of open floor. ]
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Rarely had he been so glad to put something down in his life. Even exhausted and courting a hernia, Adrien was careful about setting down his part of the cylinder. He didn't drop it, as might have been expected, in fact he treated it with respect.
As opposed to how he talked to it's owner. ]
Lovely. Now it can be something to trip over on our way to the head.
[ He groused, stumbling around the cylinder and taking a moment to get his bearings in the room. After a breath, he headed for a set of bunks closest to the door, shrugging the battered messenger bag of his shoulder and tossing it on the bottom one.
Courser, on the the other hand, began to immediately quarter the room, nostrils working eagerly as he sought out smells.
Turning to sit down on the bed, Adrien pointed at the cylinder as he struggled to catch his breath. ]
Seriously though. Are you going to leave it there?
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Tony, for his part, just flops down on the floor beside the cylinder, draping one arm across it for support. Damn, he's putting wheels on this thing.
He scrubs a hand over his face while he catches his breath, then looks up to where Adrien has staked his claim on one of the bunks. He guess he's probably taking a top one, once he can be assed to move. ]
Yes and no. It's going to be here, but it's going to be in several hundred pieces.
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Keep it off my bed. [ He said in a dry manner as he looked back at where Tony sat on the floor. ] And I'll make a concentrated effort not to step on any little pieces laying about on the floor.
[ Because let's be real. When Tony started to break it down? Pieces were going to be everywhere. ]
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Deal, but in exchange, E.T. doesn't put any of this in his mouth.
[ He points at the cat (because he'd kept the thing in the corner of his eye the entire time), because it seems at least somewhat self-aware. Hopefully the message gets through loud and clear. ]
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
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Courser was self aware enough to have an idea of when someone was talking to him, or at least gesturing towards him and that just meant Tony wanted to say hello right? An invitation to an ear scratch???
Breaking off from where he'd been sniffing a wardrobe, the bahari began to bee line straight towards Tony, looking expectant.
Adrien leaned back on his elbows and watched for the time being. ]
The bigger threat is to your socks. He has a habit of stealing one from a pair. He doesn't really like metal, though he may give it a thorough sniffing.
Ah he does like having his ears rubs.
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He drops his hand and watches Courser warily, but doesn't look like he's going to bolt (or chuck something at him). They're going to have to learn to coexist. It's inevitable.
Doesn't mean he's not tense. ]
Did you know? They say cats can tell when somebody's allergic or just plain doesn't like them, and they pay those people special attention. Maybe it's the same deal for alien cats.
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The man he'd known had been around the bahari from their first introduction. Had to recall that this man was different. ]
They come in two types. A much larger, ridable size called a berserker, extremely effective in combat, and the smaller trackers. Courser is a tracker. You could touch one of those bolts, hide it anywhere in this ship and Courser would find it.
[ Nutshell explanation, he'd wait and see if Tony cared to ask any more questions. Though Adrien did clear his throat and had the grace to look a little sheepish with these next words. ]
He's used to making up for my short comings in the social department. At least, that's what everybody who ever knew us suggested.
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Sociability service alien. You must be a riot at parties.
[ He pushes himself to his feet with an annoyed grunt, finally giving the room at large a sweeping glance. ]
But good to know I'll never lose a component under the bed again.
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Reaching into his messenger bag he withdrew a handgun tucked in it's holster before shoving the rest of the bag onto the bed, marking the bunk as HIS ALL HIS.
Standing up, he reached back to secure the weapon at the small of his back, under his uniform. ]
And at this point if I have to continue to watch you twitch like a bunny on [ Adrien paused and adjusted his word choice ] well like a bunny, I'm going to start to twitch myself.
Courser. [ He called the cat's name, moving towards the door with alien space cat in tow. ]
Try not to explode your shit all over the room, okay? At least not on the first night.
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[ Cheeky grin, as he watches the cranky roommate he's been antagonizing pack some heat. Seems legit. He tosses his own small bundle of belongings onto one of the top bunks and gives Adrien a solute as he makes for the door. ]
Tony Stark. Thanks for the lift.
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The offering of a name caught him up short for a moment and he stopped, standing with his back to Tony, eyes on the door. Adrien was rubbish about social conventions, such as offering his name in polite conversation and other realms of small talk, to begin with. But this situation had the added complication of him being well aware of Tony's name.
However, this man did not share those memories and while, on an academic level, Adrien understood this, he'd still slipped into easy familiarity. Such as ... already knowing names.
Need to stop doing that. ]
Dr. Adrien Arbuckal. [ He offered with a quick glance over his shoulder. ] And let's not kid ourselves. You couldn't stick to one half of a room if you tried.
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See ya later, Sourpatch.