thisavrou_log | ( june intro log )

( june intro log )

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!

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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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I may.

[ Which is just his way of saying it's not really something he expects to do, although he never quite fully rules anything out. ]

Have you finished your lightsabers yet?

Not yet. Between Luke's injuries and Ben's--

[She cuts herself off. But it's so tempting to go on, to confide in Obi-Wan and see what his thoughts are. If it wasn't, she doubts she'd have gotten that much of the sentence out.

At this point, the only person she's told is Han, and they haven't spoken of it since. As comforting as it is to know that the future needn't ruin their present, it's still a hard thing to carry.

You might not like the answer, she reminds herself. You might just prove all his assumptions about attachment right.]

We haven't had as much time for khyber crystals lately.

[ Obi-Wan feels a sense of unease that he doesn't quite want to give in to. His first assumption is that she means Luke's new pet, but the tinge of hardship around Leia's words leads him to wonder if there isn't something more he's missing.

He does what he can to respect her privacy, but his hesitation at moving forward from that is fairly clear. ]

Luke said you were meditating together.

We were. Or--we are, but after his concussion...

[To say she's been avoiding him isn't quite right, but she's certainly been giving him his space. Occasionally, she's meditated on her own, but it's not as easy to move past her own thoughts without Luke by her side.

She has to tell someone, she realizes. She might as well tell Obi-Wan; he can keep a secret, if anyone can. And continuing to carry this in silence feels impossible.]

I have some awful news to give him, and I want him to have a break before he hears it. He's earned that much. [She falls quiet for a moment, hugging her legs as she stares out toward the horizon.] I have a son here.

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[ This is the sort of thing that's well outside of Obi-Wan's purview, he thinks. The mere mention of such a thing strikes his heart racing and now he's doubly concerned. His eyebrows knit together and he looks over at Leia, shocked and confused. ]

Awful news? Leia, that sounds— [ He shakes his head. ] I don't understand. Why would that be awful news? What's wrong?

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It must have been good news at one point. [The holo comes to mind; she's taken to carrying it with her for no reason she can adequately explain, though it's down the beach in her bag at the moment. Anyone who could laugh like he once did...] But he's...there's something wrong with him. Something very wrong.

[She can't tell Obi-Wan about Han; the thought of saying it aloud in public makes her chest clench. Better to keep it vague, on the off chance that anyone might be listening.]

[ Vague or not, his chest clenches with hers and he reaches over to rest a hand on Organa's shoulder. It's a warm and steady grasp, but it's also an anchor for Obi-Wan so he doesn't get swept away in her despair. ]

Wrong how?

[It's something, and it's something she appreciates, having a tendency towards demonstrations of emotion anyway. She shifts a little closer without thinking, her eyes on the sand for a moment.]

I don't know. I don't know what happened to make him so...[a shake of her head, the right descriptors remaining just out of reach]...he's angry, but I think he's been hurt. Anyone would be angry.

[She was, wasn't she? She is. It's quieter now than it has been, but injustice and loss are embittering. Anyone would be angry--she has to believe that much.]

I don't know what made him this way, but Han and I must have had something to do with it. [You got rid of me. Even with what she isn't saying, there's too much she doesn't know. The pieces don't fit together for her--how could they have gone so wrong with him?]

[ He's learned enough over the years to understand his role in situations like these. Reaching an arm around Leia's shoulders, he holds her loosely as he brings his own emotions back into check.

She doesn't have a lot of facts, nor has it happened in her time, and yet here she is damning herself just the same. That suggests a great amount of emotional content for all involved. ]

Is angry so awful? [ He squeezes her a little. ] Anger can be overcome.

Anger would be one thing. [She's reminded of her father--of Bail--in that moment. Obi-Wan's trying to find the light in the situation, and she's grateful for the attempt, but it's hard to follow him in that pursuit.] But he's done things...

[Her resolution not to tell him wavers--but even if she believes Obi-Wan can keep a secret, she's not prepared to have that particular conversation among others.]

If you spoke with him, you'd understand. There's something wrong there--it's not just anger.

[ What a strange, helpless sensation. Kenobi feels he might say or do anything to help relieve Leia of this pain, labors under the assumption there's nothing to be done. But how can that be?

Obi-Wan tries to think, then, of who it could be — who she might be talking about — and only one face comes to mind. And honestly, he's too legitimately afraid to ask if he's right in his assumption. ]

He's... unstable?

[Leia nods--no pause to consider the question. Unstable covers the way he accused her of abandoning him as easily as it does his declaration that he murdered his father.

Her voice is low when she speaks again. This is veering into private territory, but it should give Obi-Wan an idea of just what kind of behavior she's talking about.]

When he arrived, he tried to beat Han to a pulp. No explanation--nothing. [She digs her fingernails into her shin.] He hates him. And he doesn't like me much more. Whatever we did...

He's a Force user.

[ Which seems like a strange leap from something like that, but it's alarming in a way that lends credence to Leia's words. Obi-Wan doesn't resent his father, but if he did, he would use his fists first.

He has to say it. He tries not to let the words tremble out, but the more layers that build on this long-running tale, the more he hurts to be so distant from any place that could prevent the hurt involved in telling it.

He has to ask. ]

It's Kylo Ren, isn't it?

[Leia gives Obi-Wan a sharp glance at the name, then realizes that her reaction is all the confirmation he's likely to need. Ben--Kylo Ren--clearly isn't in the habit of making neutral acquaintances. Not if the look on Obi-Wan's face is anything to go by.

At least it's stated and out there. Some of the tension leaves her shoulders, but it's not replaced with anything; she simply sags forward a little.]

He calls himself that. [If nothing else comes from this conversation, she wants Obi-Wan to know this much. Despite the weary expression on her face, there's warmth in her voice when she says,] But we named him Ben.

[ He can feel his heart sink — down, down, deep into a well-hidden darkness — and he works his jaw against the strange combination of emotions attempting to force its way out of him.

Kylo Ren. Ben. The mere thought feels like a hand closing tightly around his throat. ]

We've met. [ And then his own little secret: ] He told me something of my death.

He--oh, Obi-Wan, I'm sorry.

[This is my fault. She can sense just how it bothers Obi-Wan, but again, it's hard to be certain whether that's the Force or the ability to read people. Or common sense, she thinks wryly. She and Han were devastated by the future Ben revealed to them; why wouldn't Obi-Wan be as well?]

I'm sorry. [This time quieter still.] He hates...everyone from his life, it seems like--and meeting his namesake probably didn't help.

[It's impossible for her to imagine what arriving here was like for Ben: surrounded by a past he seems desperate to escape, living in close quarters with a family he refuses to acknowledge. He must be so unhappy...but that's not reason for any of this. She's torn by slow-simmering anger and the desire to gather Ben up in her arms.]

[ The chill that runs up his spine suggests something more than just plain unrest. If he's the man's namesake, then the choking maneuver feels that much more insidious. Especially knowing he would be aware of what he was doing at the time. ]

Why? [ He's flabbergasted and almost hurt thinking about it, not that he could blame Leia for that. Or Kylo, really. It feels so strange. Do any of these people even know him, or was this Ben person they (mostly) seem to revere someone entirely different? This begs too many questions. ]

Why would he-? I was long-since dead... I don't understand what he would have against me. Over something like a name?

[ Then again, they did determine he was unstable, didn't they? ]

[She's too old to be able to take Obi-Wan's comfort without offering something in return, but she's too young to have the answers they both long for. All she can do is shoulder blame and look for an opportunity to ask these questions of her son. There's only one person on the Moira who can answer them satisfactorily, and he isn't here.]

I don't know. [Any answer she could give would be speculation at best, and it wouldn't have basis in much more than suspicion and gut feeling.] You have to understand, I met him months ago. He talked to me as if we were strangers--I don't think he ever would have told me, if he'd had his way.

[A pause.] I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I doubt you were hoping to discuss this when you came to the beach today.

I had no agenda when I arrived here.

[ Which is to say, he never would have left the ship if he hadn't been dragged away by her father. But that's another conversation altogether.

His grip around her tightens and remains tight as he slowly brings himself under control. There's little use in hiding his upset, especially from Leia, but it's the right course of action for a Jedi to always present themselves as an unmoving figure with a calming sense of balance. ]

You don't need to apologize. I'm glad you shared, otherwise I would have spent all my time worrying about what could be the matter.

[ He can show he cares. Or, now he can. ]

Then--thank you.

[This isn't an easy subject to face, and she knows it. Subjecting anyone else to it leaves her with a vague feeling of guilt; if it isn't enough that her friends and family have to suffer Ben's wrath, they have to bear the ugly weight of his identity along with her.

But perhaps knowing the details offers some scant comfort, in its way; at least there's an explanation for Obi-Wan to take hold of. And selfishly, it helps to have confided it in someone else. It feels no less monstrous, but at least it isn't something she and Han have to manage alone.]

When did you meet him? [It's not something either Ben or Obi-Wan has mentioned before.]

A few days after our first mail call. He received my robe and I received— [ A shuddering breath. ] —a mask. [ A wretch, vile thing that had left him and Anakin reeling for days.

He reaches a hand up and scrubs at his beard, but his eyes are distant now, focused out beyond the horizon line. Everything blurs — the past, the present, the future — and he yearns for a full clarity that may never come to him.

And then, a little sadly, he coughs out a laugh. ] I suppose now I can understand how that mix-up might happen.

What mask?

[The empty eyes and vented mouthpiece that made up Lord Vader's approximation of a face fill her mind, but there's no reason--why would they send that to anyone? Let alone to her son?

A different one, she begs silently. Let it be any other mask.]

He called it his property, but it's not his mask.

[ And notice how Obi-Wan isn't speculating. But there's a clear path, he thinks, that leads right back to the holo he took from the temple. It's Darth Vader's mask, and the last thing he sees before his death. Much more speculation and Kenobi isn't so sure he'll like what conclusions he might reach. ]

[Sorry, Obi-Wan. You're not getting out of this that easily--not when that response is the opposite of reassuring.]

What did it look like?

Trouble. Undeniable trouble.

[ When he closes his eyes, he doesn't see the mask, but he can still hear it breathing. ]

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