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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
heavy lifting
I'll give it a lift if you want to hop off for a bit. Where do you need it?
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Whoa, okay. Hang on, big guy. First thing's first.
[ He leans back so he can stare at the seventeen feet of robot in front of him, then reaches out a hand to knock on Ratchet's leg, like he's trying to tell from the sound alone what he's made of and what's inside. Which, actually, might not be far from the truth. ]
Robot? Giant prosthesis? Gundam? I gotta know.
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Try that with another Cybertronian besides Tailgate and you're liable to lose that arm. [He controls his irritation and blows a sighing gust of warm air from his vents.] We're inorganics. There's nobody in here, it's my actual body, and I'm not a robot--that implication is also generally considered rude, by the way--nobody external built us. We're our own sentient species.
Do you want my help or not?
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Incredible. Fucking incredible. This is so much more awesome than aliens. ]
I do, yes. Sorry, I'm not well-versed in uh — giant mechanical man space diplomacy. I'll work on that.
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[Ratchet looks more entertained than annoyed now, though, and he always looks at least a little annoyed, so Tony shouldn't take it personally.]
Well, anyway, I'm Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer--former Chief Medical Officer, I mean. Regardless. [That's still taking some getting used to. He hefts the cylinder, fingers curled around it in a surprisingly careful grip.] Where are we hauling this thing? What is it, if you don't mind my asking?
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Sounds legit. ]
Well... normally I'd brag about it — Nomo #001, by the way — but I think I'd just feel mildly inadequate now.
[ At least the armor is prettier. ]
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He is not.][Ratchet tilts his chin at this slightly cryptic answer, then down at the cylinder again and shifts it into his off hand to run a quick check with the scanner in his right wrist. His optics narrow slightly at the readings he gets before they widen again.]
Is this... armor? Human-sized armor? None of the humans I've ever met had anything this well-articulated that they could actually sit in. [His gaze flicks to Tony again, appraising.] You built it?
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Sure did. Call it a pet project. [ Or side-job, or maybe even primary job, these days. Whatever. ] It's more impressive when it's not in storage mode with a busted power supply, take my word for it.
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Busted power supply, you said? What happened to it?
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I haven't had time to really look into it, but it's probably a short. Easily repaired with the right equipment, hopefully. Totally unrelated note, you wouldn't happen to know where a guy can find a set of power tools around here, would you?
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[Ratchet half-shrugs and lifts his hand again as it shifts, folding back to reveal an array of tools in his wrist.]
I'm sure there are some you could use yourself somewhere on the ship, but I've been doing detail work for about five million years, if you need it repaired fast I can-- [He almost says lend you a hand but closes his teeth on it carefully.] I can help out.
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Well isn't that just so damned convenient.
[ He shifts back on his heels, giving Ratchet an appraising look. ]
I am a crazy person, but it'd take a crazier person to turn down that offer.
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And, I won't lie, I'm interested. ...what do you use this armor for, exactly?
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[ Said like he knows exactly how much like bullshit that will sound and is quietly delighted by his own wit. ]
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[Ratchet looks at the cylinder, then looks back at Tony, optics flaring warm as he presses a grin flat firmly.]
What's your superpower, having enough money to build the facilities to engineer something like this?
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Whoa, pal. You say that like it's not a worthwhile superpower.
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Hey, I didn't say that. It's one I've wished I had often enough. Or used to, anyway.
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[ Which is utter bullshit, of course, because he could probably revolutionize several industries with only the contents of a RadioShack. He actually has the grace to not say that, though. ]
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