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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
nick gant | ota
[They travel millions of miles or light years or whatever to some alien planet and it could just as easily be a scene from his past. Nick has left the sand and water behind for now, casually eyeing one of the games as he finishes off his nachos. When he's done, he puts his trash in the nearest can, wiping his hands on his jeans as he approaches the guy running it.]
How many of those bottles do I have to knock over for the pony?
[He nods up at the biggest rainbow colored stuffed pony that the game has to offer. Nick just smiles at triple digit number that he's told.]
Line 'em up.
[He picks up the first ball, tosses it up in the air once before he sends it flying at the stack of bottles. At first it doesn't look like it's going to connect at all, but then it alters its course with barely a twitch of Nick's finger. It connects soundly, and sends bottles flying.]
See something you want? [Nick offers, once he has the large pony tucked securely under his arm.] I've got a good eye and a good arm today.
[Yeah, that's what it is.]
II. Shopping
[He's never cared much about material things. Nick was pretty good at dodging Division, but staying one step ahead of them also meant being ready to throw his shit into a bag and run. There wasn't much room for a grand piano in there.
But he could use a few new things, and he's got the money on this little card, so why not? He picks out a few new pairs of jeans, a pair of shoes that looks almost exactly like the ones on his feet (but less ready for the trash). He thinks about Cassie and figures she's getting whatever she wants too.
...Or is probably worried that a little bit of fun is somehow connected to the end of the world or something. Nick sighs and heads back in.]
'Scuse me. If you were a thirteen year old girl who looked like she was part gazelle and liked color, which of these outfits would you pick out?
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Still, old habits are hard to break, and she has everything important tucked into her bag, poking through the vendors wares as she hikes her way to the beach to meet up with Nick. She runs a little late buying something to change into that isn't a stuffy, colorless uniform, something a lot lighter too, and there's a tube of sunblock she's got a good grip on the second she steps onto the sand. Cassie had skipped the floppy hats in exchange for a pair of sunglasses, and she lifts her eyebrows up over them even as she slides them down her nose to look at him. ]
Here. [ Guess what she'd seen before he'd even messaged her about the beach? She waves the sunblock at him as she eyes the thing he's got with him. ] What's that for?
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The stuffed pony is on his back, in an ironic and unplanned twist.]
That doesn't look like a corn dog. [He doesn't care about SPF, which might explain why she used a lot of lobster red in her latest notebook entry. Nick sits up slowly, getting the pony to hold out to her.] I won it. Sorry it doesn't have wings.
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That one, right there. [She points up at the squid, rocking back on her heels. She's excited that someone's actually going to help her get it. Not that she can't win it herself, but it's a little more meaningful if she obtains it while making a new friend.]
Are you sure your arm is good enough to win twice in a row?
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[It's like a neon sign standing out amidst the stuffed bears and bunnies - maybe because it actually is neon.]
You've got great taste. [He means it, it somehow makes the game a little more interesting.] And trust me, my arm's good enough to fill your whole room with these things. [He winds up like he thinks he's an mlb pitcher.] One calamari coming right up.
[Nick lets it fly, using his power to send the ball right into the bottles.]
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I'd ask for one of the bears, too, but I'm not sure I'd be able to get them both back to my room. Thank you, though. You've got quite the arm on you, you know.
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[Nick looks up at one of them, his mind working. It wouldn't exactly be a hardship - or not for him, at least.]
But then you'd be stuck with me until we got back. [He rubs his shoulder when she mentions his arm.] I would say that I should've been a pitcher, but I'm not really into sports. Bowling, bowling's fun.
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[Grinning up at him, she tries stepping away from the game while holding onto her new stuffed friend. It looks remarkably like a Weeble person toy attempting to carry another Weeble around with the way she teeters and totters but doesn't manage to fall down.]
There must bowling alley around here somewhere, if you wanted to show off even more.
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[Well Ellie is a fourteen year old girl who very much remembers what it's like to be thirteen. Of course, being thirteen in her world is pretty different from being thirteen most places but still she's gotta help right? Not many other girls her age to ask these questions to.]
That one.
[She gestures to a tanktop striped with bright orange and pink and a shiny palm tree embossed over the right side with the name of the resort at the bottom. Ellie likes the colors and the palm tree, it just screams "vacation".]
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[Nick repeats, brows raised as he takes a better look at what she picks out. The colors are definitely a good choice. He's not so sure that Cassie will like the palm tree. For one thing, it actually looks like a palm tree.
But overall, he thinks it's a good choice.]
Yeah, I think that's the one. Thanks. [Nick takes a step away, but then comes right back.] What about shoes?
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[Ellie looks around, trying to remember what she'd seen in girls' rooms across the country that she'd raided. Usually she was looking for things like tape and clothes. Not shoes for the beach. Finally she settles on some strappy sandals with just a hint of a heel.]
Those ones. They're... cool?
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[ It shouldn't have connected. The trajectory is off by a few crucial degrees, but it course-corrects in ways that shouldn't be possible for anyone else, and Matt picks up on it immediately, both curious and amused. He's never been the type for the seaside game stalls, but he's making a bid to fit in, having shed his slacks and pressed shirts for jeans and a t-shirt, glasses perched firmly on his nose.
He tilts his head when he hears the far-off sound of a child crying, and he pauses, hands in his pockets. ] How about the stuffed unicorn?
[ There's a child out there who doesn't have to go home empty-handed tonight, resort-planet or not. ]
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[There's something in his voice, a little amusement, something knowing, but nothing sinister.]
How you been?
[Nick remembers him, from the prison ship and pulling things from the walls. The circumstances are a lot better this time - he'll take stuffed tigers over the shambling hordes any day.
Nick looks up at the unicorn, pursing his lips thoughtfully.]
Sure, I can do that. Unless you wanna win it yourself.
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[ Matt says pleasantly. But he knows Nick has a gift, he'd sensed it when they fought off the shuffling undead horde; the sudden inexplicable force of movement had been too deliberate to be anything else. They hadn't talked about that, of course, or why Matt's exceptionally good at fighting.
He's smiling, glancing in his direction and out of the owner's earshot. ] You know it's rigged, don't you?
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[Carnivals or Coney Island, alien beach planets. Wherever you find games like this, you find a con.
This time a con found them.]
But I've got a good feeling about you. [Nick motions for three more balls and steps over to place on in Matt's hand.] This way. I'll walk you through it.
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[ Matt says placidly, as he takes the ball and closes his fingers around it. He can sense where the item is and place it exactly, but he's more interested in what Nick can do.
He hefts the ball, angles himself a few degrees off because he's a hustler at heart and those habits die hard. ] Like this?
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Then he remembers it doesn't even matter.]
Yeah, you're good, boss.
[Nick will take it from there.]