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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
paz ortega andrade ☮ metal gear ☮ ota
[It's one thing to be told you're in space, and quite another to be staring out at the vastness of it yourself. Surely even Cipher would struggle to turn its all-seeing eye from the observation of a single planet to this.
Paz stands alone, momentarily delayed on her journey to make a thorough exploration of the ship by this near-incomprehensible sight. She makes a lonely figure, slight and dwarfed against the looming backdrop of galaxies, with hands pressed against the glass.]
I was hoping to be picked up by a ship, but really, this is not what I had in mind!
[The exclamation is made to herself. As distracted by the view as she is, she is uncharacteristically ignorant of anyone approaching her.]
ash3 ☄ fishing for compliments
[Assigned to the Mess Hall, and then told to go and play on the beach? How was this any different from her life at Mother Base?
While the first couple of hours of simply lazing on the sand and enjoying the sun's warmth had been fun, the voice of Strangelove had echoed in her head. Could too much sun really make her skin age faster? The thought was terrifying. Throwing her civvie jacket over her bikini, Paz had headed over to a small jetty on one of the quieter beaches.
Even if she'd been suspicious of the hustle and bustle of the attractions of the busier areas, surely there was no way she could be spied on out here? She now sits at the end of the jetty, rain boots dangling over the water, using her only purchases from the Collective so far - a fishing rod, and a bucket of shrimp.]
Disgusting.
[She isn't enjoying hooking each shrimp onto the end of her line, but she's managing even while muttering to herself. She's even caught a few fish, although they're small fry, and they're lined up alongside her. Kicking her legs, she looks bored despite her (limited) success.]
I guess it was more fun doing this with the others...
[Finding herself wishing Chico was here, she scowls, and casts her line ferociously into the sea. The look of intense concentration on her face suggests she could be snuck up on, but is that really the case? Who knows, you might catch her in the middle of struggling to land a big one!]
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It's while she gazing that she notices the female doing the same, seeming still distressed about the situation at hand. The young Togruta is still, most definitely, but her Master and more from her galaxy were here. That made it at least a tad better.]
Honestly? I don't think this is what any of us had in mind.
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[Paz spins on her heel, seemingly startled out of her reverie. She looks guilty, as if caught doing something she shouldn't have been.]
I... guess there isn't anyone here that intended to be here, then? That is kind of sad, I think.
[If Ahsoka feels like she's been scrutinized, she isn't wrong. Paz knows there are all sorts of people onboard, and has even run into a few of them already, but still, it's strange to see an alien up close. Even if this one is very cute.]
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It is sad. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has important things to get back to. [A war, as a matter of fact. Maybe others didn't have something that drastic, but she doubted she was alone.
As for the look she's getting-- it's not anything new. Not since she's been here, anyway. She's met very few that even knew what Togruta were, let alone were familiar with aliens.]
Re: paz ortega andrade ☮ metal gear ☮ ota
[He's at least got clothing on over his shameful swimsuit now. Thin beige slacks, his dress shirt undone down to the middle of his chest and sleeves rolled up. All of it freckled with sand from the beach, and instead of the painfully crisp fashion he keeps them in, they're a little rumpled from having used them to lay on. The same style of glasses are on his face as there were when he was young, the same Kazuhira Miller she knew. But the arm on his right side, she'd be able to see through it. The bare foot on the opposite side similarly afflicted.]
[Kaz notices the outline first. Like a hard memory of the past, a delicate young woman with golden hair, sitting on a stretch of beach and every part of her lit with a drenching sun. An angel of peace. Like the dark hauntings of Skull Face that chased him around the ship so recently. Just another phantom.]
[It's that previous week that makes him doubtful.] Paz? [He asks. Not Pacifica. A different person. He wonders how much of this shattered creature was the man she was acquainted with.]
[Sometimes he can still feel it, in there. Here on the ship, without Cipher, he can feel it. But the ghosts he's bringing into his own mind will probably always burden him, he'll be in pieces forever, and he'll never get Big Boss back.]
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She turns, squinting against the sunlight, hand raised to shield her eyes. Perhaps she should have bought sunglasses with all of this credit she'd been given. Whoever it is approaching her had the right idea, with those aviators. They'd certainly always worked in Costa Rica for...
Standing up, the fishing rod drops out of her hand, and clatters onto the jetty.]
Miller? Is that you?
[Pinned in place like a lepidopterist's specimen, she doesn't know what to do. Pacifica fights down the urge to run away, to throw herself into the arms of the ocean. She knows that as Paz, she should run towards him instead.
She stands still, palms open at her sides - a beacon at the end of the jetty.]
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[Then there's older ones. The ones of his home crumbling, of smoke billowing into the air. His hard fingers (two hands, his own, not this replacement) digging into her shoulders as he swore at her, snarled like a dog kicked by one two many people.]
[The last memory? A small girl backing towards the door. The medic pushing past him, standing in front of Big Boss- he didn't see what happened to her, but knew from what she said. Knew from the fire and shrapnel that burst into the door. The chaos that followed. Salt-water burning his wounds as he grabs the survivors and pulls them onto wreckage with them, as Cipher's helicopters trace lights in search of them. There's no sign of Paz, and he knows she's in pieces in the ocean. There's just a man flecked with metal and her very bones, and the man that he lived for, both unconcious.]
[He's grateful when Cipher finds them. It's the only thing that can save them. And still... he loses everything.]
[He doesn't know if he wants to run up and put his hand around her throat, hold her until she begs him to stop as he stares down through gritted teeth. But his ever-present guilt, his contempt for his own stupidity in allowing it to happen in the first place, is grateful for those ending moments. The ones where she backs up, staggering, her worn body and pained voice explaining what they did to her. That's the part that actually wants to hug her for being alive. For not being another lost thing.]
[There's another... in my...]
[Is there any worse punishment than that? Than what they've both been through?]
[What he ends up doing, of all the damned things, is holding his arms out too. Doesn't go after her. Doesn't yell. Just answers-] Most of me?
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More mysterious than that is his body language. Neutral, unarmed. Open. Why would that be presented to her, of all people? After everything that had happened?
Slowing to a halt just out of arms reach, she looks up at him, confusion plain on her face. It's still filtered through the look of a frightened child, however. Best to keep up the façade until the situation is clearer.]
What happened?
[What happened to you? To the rest of MSF? To me? What kind of world did this Kazuhira Miller come from?]
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moira
understandably, there's a moment where he doesn't move towards her, observing far off removed in the back of the deck. had he been here less time than he has, the old soldier would've dismissed her as an illusion. just something else to haunt him. but he knows better now and he knows she is wholly real.
there should be anger clawing up from the pit of stomach, acid building in his throat. the last time john had seen cipher's angelic pawn, he had been ready to interrogate and, potentially, kill her. what she had pulled off had opened his eyes to what zero was capable of, once and for all, and it had destroyed the daydream he had spent four years living in.
but he didn't feel anything. so he strode over to her, positive she would see him approaching in the reflection of the glass. she wouldn't run; she was made of stronger stuff. john stood next to her, his voice when he spoke tired and resigned.]
You're better off, anyway.
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It's not strength that keeps her in place, it's a consuming finality. This meeting must occur. Her fingers tense against the glass.
When he speaks, the weight of the times is apparent in his voice, and the desire to turn around and face him is only surpassed by her body's refusal to make eye contact. Not yet. Not yet can she stare into the eye of the Gorgon.
When she replies, the child is gone. There is only Pacifica Ocean's hollow, lilting honesty.]
I don't think you're wrong. I will be flayed alive for what I have done.
[It's not clear whether she means betraying MSF, or failing Cipher, not even to herself.]
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Zero won't kill you if you're still useful to him. Look at me. [john had made it very clear that nothing in this world would ever cause them to be allies again. despite that, the major had refused to kill him, even though he obviously had the means to. no, zero would rather expend his own resources and people just at the chance to have the legacy of big boss firmly in his grasp.
sometimes, john thinks if he just wandered off to die, zero wouldn't know what to do with himself.]
Me, on the other hand, I'm not much for flaying.
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You think he has any use for me now? I failed my mission - and worse than that, I am sure that somebody knows I tried to sabotage it. Somebody who works for Cipher.
[The idea that failure wouldn't instantly be met with the worst of debriefings was ludicrous. Calling it failure, however, is being euphemistic. She tried to betray Cipher, plain and simple - and was caught doing so. Of course, she'd tried to make amends by completing her mission, but hadn't even succeeded in that. If she hadn't attempted sabotage in the first place, would she have been able to win?
Doubtful.
Her temper flares as she considers the stupidity of it all. Not just her actions, no, the idea that anything but misery awaits her is the very definition of insanity. Rounding on him, she squares up, all five-foot-nothing of her.]
And besides, we are not the same, you and I. You are special - at least, in Zero's eyes. I? I am disposable. They told me about the things that would happen to me if I was caught, and they sent me to you anyway.
You gonna tell me it's not true? That they made you out to be the boogeyman to keep the bad children in line?
ash3
Still, he's been walking for most of the day, long enough that his feet have started to throb. He needs to take a load off at least for a little while, which is how he ends up at the jetty.
Paying little attention to the girl who's sitting and fishing all on her own, Snake sits down and starts to unlace his boots. He does it with deft fingers, and in a matter of moments his shoes and socks are off and he's able to dip his bare feet into the water. The coolness on his sore feet is like a balm.
The only thing that would make this better would be a cigarette, and Snake's halfway to lighting one before he remembers he doesn't have this spot to himself. He glances at the girl's back and then speaks up. ]
Mind if I smoke?
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Better to look fully engrossed in the task at hand, anyway. Still, she grips the rod a little tighter, ready to whip around with it if she has to, and carries on fishing.
Until he speaks, of course. The flinch is infinitessimal, but it's there. She knows that voice - or at least, she thinks she does. Without turning, she replies, no trace of the childish mask.]
That depends. You have a knife?
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The kids that the Moira have brought in are definitely on the strange side.
While Snake has never been that fond of blades, he does in fact have a knife on him. A gun often draws more attention, but he wouldn't want to go anywhere without some basic way to defend himself. He doesn't reach for it yet, though, keeping his hands in his lap. ]
Yeah. Why do you ask?
[ Maybe she needs to gut any fish she ends up catching, who knows? ]
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Would you believe that I did not think to bring one from the ship? And you cannot purchase "weapons" with these cards.
[The airquote is one-handed, the other still holding the fishing rod.]
You can make-- [yourself useful," she was about to say, as she had turned to point out the little pile of fish next to her. She hadn't really wanted to gut them herself - she knew how to, of course, and had done it plenty of times in the past. But it was still disgusting.]
[However, this is not Big Boss! She nearly falls off the jetty in surprise.
Or... is it? She squints against the sunlight, confusion clear on her face.]
Eh? Snake? That is you, isn't it?
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Then again, he's never gotten used to getting weapons the "easy" way. It's always come down to on-site procurement anyway.
He has no reason to do the dirty work of some girl he's just met, but as she turns to look at him it's clear that there's been some kind of misunderstanding.
That kind of misunderstanding. ]
You mean Big Boss? [ He shakes his head. ] No, I'm not him.
How do you know him? [ Snake's all too aware of how Big Boss had a habit of taking children under his wing. Could this girl be one of them? Like Gray Fox? Like Sniper Wolf? Either way, Snake's more curious to hear about this stranger than to explain why he looks so much like the so-called legendary soldier. ]