( june intro log )

[hownkai]

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!

I N T R O L O G

r & r "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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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Ratchet | Transformers (IDW G1) | OTA

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet staggers a little before he finds his feet again and looks around at the completely unfamiliar ship suddenly around him. This isn't The Lost Light, and this sure as hell isn't the auxiliary shuttle he'd been on ten minutes ago. He looks around, a little helplessly, but there's no sign of anything familiar--not his quarters, not the clear, flat glass of the unfamiliar starfield outside, not the console with the homing beacon bright on Drift's erstwhile shuttle drawing slowly but steadily nearer. He'd been getting so close...

Shock an confusion are slowly but steadily being replaced by irritation as he moves further into the ship, cautious of some of the lower ceilings and smaller doors. Not Cybertronian-built, obviously. He stops when he finally sees someone, drawing up short and hesitating for a split second before straightening his spinal strut and looking (probably down) with pale, narrowed optics.

"Excuse me," he says, his voice sliding along the ragged edge of politeness. "What the hell is going on?"

(Ratchet has absolutely no immediate plans to be going down to Fun Beach Planet, but he'll be around the ship, in his room, and in the medibay, so feel free to run into him!)

[ninjabike]

Looking down isn't all that far off, especially now considering Arcee is sitting thus is even smaller than normal. She doesn't even attempt getting up and instead just gives a small casual shrug with arms and winglets before blue optics stare up and right back at you.

Bluster harder Ratchet, she's not even phased by that.

"If I knew I'd certainly wouldn't be here that's for certain."

And she turns her stare to the rest of this room for a brief moment.


"Seems a lot of us here are wondering that exact same thing."

[asafepairofhands]

"New yourself, are you?"

Ratchet looks around again before he tilts his head down at her in an only slightly wary nod.

"I'm Ratchet," he says, turning a palm out in an offering gesture, not quite an invitation to a handshake.

[ninjabike]

There's a very quick flash of a pained grimace when he introduces himself before she's dragged that emotion back down and gives a bit of a smile and a small wave of the hand in greeting. Even if she had taken that gesture for permission of physical contact she would have avoided doing so either way considering her current condition.

"Unfortunately on the new aspect. I'm Arcee."

[asafepairofhands]

That seems to throw him, his optics widening slightly before he looks at her with a renewed intensity.

"Really. I, uh. I know an Arcee." Ratchet pauses to attempt, for once in his life, to find a diplomatic way to phrase what he's about to say. "You and she are not very alike, at first glance."

[ninjabike]

That's certainly a new reaction, and a bit worrisome as well. What was this other Arcee like to make him act like that at her mere name?

"Just the fact you had to think about how to say that makes me worried this other Arcee is a 'con or something."

She's hoping that's going to stay a joke.

"...If she's someone that would cause Optimus to look at sadly, I probably don't want to know."

[iseedeadbees]

Well hi there Ratchet you've just come up behind Starscream. Sorry it had to be this way.

As for Starscream, he's been here just long enough by now to become completely exasperated with literally everything. He turns and gives Ratchet an exaggerated shrug. And kind of a really weird, confused look because really where the hell had he come from.

"That's the question, isn't it! I've been asking it for hours!"

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet startles when he sees a face he recognizes, before his own face sets into a scowl.

"Was I kidnapped here to be tortured? Is that it? Have I committed some grave wrong that would strand me here with you?"

[iseedeadbees]

Starscream just shrugs again, less dramatically this time. He can think of a hundred people he's glad to not be around. A cranky Autobot medic isn't so bad, all things considered.

"Well whining certainly isn't going to help you any, now is it." Says the guy who's probably spent the last several hours whining, but shhh.

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet barks a short laugh, folding his arms.

"Like you're one to complain about anybody whining. Did you just show up here too?"

[iseedeadbees]

Starscream rolls his eyes like the most mature person ever and plants his hands on his hips. He's just going to conveniently ignore the first part in favor of answering Ratchet's question.

"A couple hours ago. So far the natives have been less than helpful.

[redshitlord]

"Whoa, old timer. Language!"

Says the lanky red bot leaning in a doorway. He's totally watching to see who comes through, looking smug and self-assured. And incredibly amused that he caught some other bot cursing.

Given how much scrap everyone gives him all the time, it seems natural.

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet's optics flash and he straightens up, looking distinctly unamused.

"Do I know you, kid?"

[redshitlord]

Bingo. One old rust bucket annoyed. He's so good at this, it should be illegal.

"I dunno. You probably should. I'm kinda a big deal around here."

[asafepairofhands]

Hoo boy, kiddo, you don't know what 'annoyed' looks like, but you're gonna learn.

"Oh, do tell," Ratchet drawls, folding his arms and leaning back slightly. "Like I haven't heard that from an outrageously overpainted speedster as recently as this morning."

[redshitlord]

"Hey, hey! Who says I'm just a speedster?"

Now he feigns offense, and... does his best to look as innocent as possible. It's gotten him out of at least one write-up.

"I've got a very important job around here!"

[sousveillance]

"Ratchet!" Rewind exclaims, turning around at the sound of the doctor's voice. It's all he can do to prevent himself from doing something embarrassing like hugging the 'bot. Funny, he really hadn't realised how much he missed everyone from the Lost Light. "Thank Primus you're here!" And then his shoulders slump, because he realises Ratchet's presence here means he's lost and trapped in this strange universe, too. That sure was a short-lived spark of joy.

"You've been kidnapped," he says, wearily. "We all have. The thing that brought you here, the Ingress, it's broken and randomly snatching people up from all over the multiverse. Guess we're the unlucky ones to be picked up."

[asafepairofhands]

"Rewind?" Ratchet turns, his optics widening before he sees Rewind deflate. "Yeah, well. It's better than you being stuck here and me not knowing where you are." He turns a hand palm-out in an offering gesture, his mouth tilting in a crooked smile.

"Could be worse--you could be stuck here with Whirl."

[sousveillance]

Rewind takes Ratchet's hand, clasping it gratefully. He smiles with his eyes, even though it's somewhat tinged with sadness.

At Ratchet's words, he laughs, hollowly.

"I haven't seen Whirl, but we've got Tarn instead," he says, miserably. "Not an improvement."

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet squeezes briefly without even thinking, attempting reassurance.

"I heard a bit about it." His optics narrow slightly, his voice going flat and cold as sheet ice. "We'll figure something out."

[sousveillance]

[ Rewind looks up, momentarily cheered. ]

Will it involve lowering him feet-first into a vat of acid?

[ He regrets what he said immediately and cringes. ]

Sorry. I just keep thinking of– of–

[ He cuts off, unable to go on. Talking about what happened on his Lost Light is too hard. ]

bbrbrblggb

[diamondslap]

At this point, the giant robots aren't anything that phase Aurelia. Not that she was particularly phased before (kind of hard to out-do Helios, honestly), but she's gotten to the point where they bore her.

"You've been enlisted into a cosmic joke," she says, squinting up at him with her hands on her hips. "Sorry to say, darling."

[asafepairofhands]

"I'm already enlisted in a cosmic joke," Ratchet retorts, irritable by simple spinal reflex by now. "I don't need a second one piled on top of it, thanks."

He eyes her more curiously now--she doesn't seem particularly alarmed by Cybertronians in general, which is a refreshing change.

"Any idea where we are, specifically?"

[diamondslap]

"Sometimes they pile up. I met a man, once, who had been the victim of a cosmic combo of bad luck. Poor bugger lived next to a river of lava and froze."

She watches Ratchet closely, stepping back slightly. This one seems smaller than the ones on the network... or maybe they were just playing tricks with the perspective. They seemed like the types.

"I can only give you the nebulous answer of space, I'm afraid. Navigation might have an answer, though I wouldn't count on it. So far we've only been provided with planet names, no star systems, not even a galaxy name."

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet sighs, a warm gust of air shunting down from his vents.

"Great," he says, sounding irritated in a general, impersonal sense. "I'll just kiss my shuttle goodbye, then. Not like I was in the middle of anything, why the hell not."