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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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[This driver is definitely clueless as well as missing from the front seat. The entire frame seems to tilt curiously, as if it were a cat tilting it's head in confusion, and the shimmer on the black windscreen almost frowns.]
Do you need help?
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[The way said wheel-speeder moves is just a little uncanny. Which, really, only reinforces that this must be one of the enormous droids from the ship.]
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Wheel-speeder? [He laughs.] What the slag is a wheel-speeder? I'm an Autobot!
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[To reiterate: ugh, wheels. Get some repulsorlifts already.]
And you're getting sand everywhere. Are you even watching where you're going?
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[Duhhh. But, yeah. She has a point, he is getting sand everywhere. All up in his joints and everything.]
Of course I am! It's not my fault that nature isn't good at making roads you can actually drive on! [He demonstrates by venting out all the sand that's built up in his vents. Sorry Leia.] Eugh! I can feel it moving inside me!
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[So there. How is it she got into an argument with a speeder? She's about to change tacks when the speeder starts spewing sand.]
Hey! [So now she's covered in sand--not only that, she's spitting it out onto the sand and brushing it out of her eyes. Her hair is newly dusty with it, which is disgusting, frankly.] What'd you do that for?
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[He takes the opportunity to transform back into his bot mode, which causes even more sand to shift around and out of his joints. He stands at just under eight feet tall--one of the smallest of the bots that Leia would've encountered--and wants to take a moment for her to marvel at how amazing that was and let her get over the mind blowing realisation that he's an Autobot and not just a wheel-speeder or whatever she'd called him. But she's coughing and spluttering and Bumblebee remembers that humans actually need to breathe and he's probably not helping by getting sand everywhere.]
--Oh, man. I'm sorry! [He crouches a little, frowning.] You can still breathe, right?
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...All right, he's definitely one of Sideswipe's compatriots. A lot shorter than Sideswipe, though--he's only around Chewie's height, and he's looking down at her with something like concern.
(It occurs to her then, for the first time: has she been yelling at the droid equivalent of a child? Sideswipe hardly seems older than a teenager himself, after all.)]
Yes. [Her tongue is gritty with sand, but at least she didn't inhale it.] I think breathing's the least of my worries right now.
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When she talks, he can't help but break into a smug grin.]
Why, because you're totally blown away by how cool me transforming is, right?
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[Muttered--but she has to admit that the droid can be pretty gentle when he wants to be. She's on her feet again, and while there's still plenty of sand sticking to her skin, her shoulders are a little less spattered than the rest of her. Her voice turns a little less angry, a little closer to diplomatic.]
Isn't there anywhere else you can race? The rest of us are trying to relax.
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[He steps away a little to give her the space she needs to stand up and dust off.]
Sorry about that.
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It's all right. You didn't mean any harm. [A pause.] What's your name?
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Bumblebee! What's yours?
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[She holds out her hand to shake--it seems polite, even if the size difference is significant.]
Are you a friend of Sideswipe's?
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--Who?
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Sideswipe? He's another droid on the Moira.
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What's a droid?
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Machines with artificial intelligence.
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Uh. Nobody built me. I don't have artificial intelligence, I have--well. Normal intelligence! I'm Cybertronian!
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[I thought-- but if she's wrong, she's wrong. She's filled with questions then, chief among them then where do you come from?, but there's nothing diplomatic about asking a new acquaintance about his reproductive processes.]
I didn't realize. Where I come from, the only beings made of metal are the ones we built ourselves.
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