( june intro log )

[hownkai]

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!

I N T R O L O G

r & r "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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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[knaval]

[riptide's been enjoying using his alt mode. not that he particularly feels drawn to water or a need to use his alt (a very annoying rumour started by someone. many times has a bucket of water been thrown over him), but after months of being cramped in the ship it's a nice change.

right up until his bum t-cog decides to remind him that he's not allowed to have nice things.

milly will probably hear the speedboat that's been zooming around the beach - far out, but close enough to be seen - erupt into a flurry of swearing then... metal. riptide accepts his fate as his t-cog reverses and forces him back into bipedal mode.

at least he didn't get stuck half way, he supposes.

there is a monumental splash as riptide hits near the shallows at high speed and slides up onto the shore like a beached whale. he's unharmed: that much is immediately apparent. for now, he just lays there. people saw. a lot of people saw. maybe if he hopes hard enough, the ground will actually swallow him up.]

[bombsheltered]

Hey -- !!

[ milly does not appreciate being DRENCHED IN WATER when she's just flying over the ocean, riptide, if she wanted to be in the splash zone she'd go to SEA WORLD

except then she sees the giant robot zoom toward the shore -- she didn't know cybertronians went swimming?? -- and crash right into the shore, wet sand piling up in front of him almost cartoonishly. oh, well...she's pretty sure he didn't do that on purpose.

she flits over to him, hovering around him like an anxious fairy, hands pressed to her face. she can almost forgive how he got her hair all wet. at least she's wearing a swimsuit. ]

Oh my god, are you okay?? Do you need a hand up? Here --

[ milly reaches for riptide's arm. yes that's right this tiny human is going to help you up ]

[knaval]

Nooo...

[what is she even doing, gosh. he groans and draws both hands towards his face and peeks out at her with one optic between his fingers.]

oooo... [and STILL GROANING. after a few seconds, he pushes himself up on his elbows, tilts his head at her curiously then... coughs up a load of sand.

meet cute. MEET CUTE.]

[bombsheltered]

[ MEET CUTE

milly lets go, reluctantly, and watches in dismay as riptide coughs up an enterprising sandcastle's worth of wet sand. ew.

she doesn't realize she's voiced that thought aloud until it's already out. but she's already descending in the air, hovering near his shoulder with a concerned pout. ]

Um, are you okay? You look a little...seasick.

[ IT'S A TERRIBLE PUN but he really doesn't look so great ]

[knaval]

I'm fine. Bad pun. I'm fine.

[he rolls over, looking at her.

squints.]

...Are you flying or did I hit my head real hard?

[bombsheltered]

[ milly wrinkles her nose in acknowledgment at the bad pun. oops.

and then she raises a skeptical eyebrow at him, hovering closer. ]

Of course I'm flying. ...But that doesn't mean you didn't hit your head really hard. Did you?

[knaval]

I guess not? I stopped paying attention about the time I transformed.

[he groans, pulling himself up to sit up straight.]

Did I hit anyone?

[bombsheltered]

No, no one got hurt or anything, but you kind of made collateral damage out of my hair.

[ just look at her, riptide!! she's soaked. she pushes her wet bangs away from her forehead and wrinkles her nose. ]

What happened? I've never seen a Cybertronian lose control over their T-cog like that. I mean...you didn't do that on purpose, right?

[knaval]

Oh. Okay.

[he doesn't understand that but the important thing there was "no-one got hurt".]

...How do you know what a t-cog is?

[dodging the question.]

[bombsheltered]

Because you're not the first Cybertronian I've met. [ milly wipes some of the water from her face and beams, a little smugly. ] I knew a bunch of Autobots back home. And you didn't answer my question.

[knaval]

There's meeting Cybertronians then there's knowing internal organs...

[WORRYING.]

Who did you know? I'm getting to it! I have more questions. [he sticks his tongue out at her.]

thank you for giving me the opportunity to use this icon

[bombsheltered]

Well I asked you first!

[ she sticks her tongue out right back at him. TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME, RIPTIDE. ]

I LIVE TO SERVE

[knaval]

I asked you second!

[he puffs his cheeks up and blows a raspberry.]

[bombsheltered]

[ milly huffs at that, crossing her arms, and sticks her tongue at him one more time for good measure before she relents. ]

Okay, fine! But don't think you're getting away scot-free, mister.

Well, I'm roommates with Bumblebee here, but back home there were a whole bunch of Autobots working with CONDOR -- that's the government group that deals with superheroes. But the ones I really met were Ratchet and Ultra Magnus. [ she frowns a little. ] The same Ratchet that's here, actually, except he doesn't remember me.

[knaval]

Okay, I understood like 5% of the concepts you just presented me with.

[that mostly being the names she mentioned.]

I mean... I guess that sucks? I dunno. Is it from Earth or something? Maybe it's some weird timeline slag. [he wrinkles the space on his face where his nose would be if he had one.] CONDOR... sounds ominous.

[bombsheltered]

Of course it's from Earth! I am human, you know. ...Mostly. But I think it is just weird alternate timeline stuff. No one else here's ever heard of CONDOR. But they're the good guys! It's TRIDENT you have to watch out for, they're practically a consortium of supervillains.

[knaval]

That sounds like a fake thing. A consortium of supervillains? What even is that? Are you rusing me?

[bombsheltered]

Do I look like a liar to you?

[ she gives him an indignant look, nose turned up, hands on hips. ]

It is not fake, it's totally real. But I'm not a supervillain.

[knaval]

No. You look soaked.

[BADUM TSSH.]

You don't look like a supervillain, either. I don't understand how Ratchet wouldn't know that! It sounds like the type of stuff he'd love to get unnecessarily involved in.

[bombsheltered]

Of course not. I'm a superhero. [ her brow creases. ] What, the supervillain stuff? Ratchet?

[knaval]

Oh, no I mean. Yeah, that hero one. The entire political thing, honestly. He's sorta like that.

[bombsheltered]

Well, he always seemed pretty...doctor-y to me. But, yeah, that makes sense, he's an Autobot. Autobots are basically heroes, right? Fighting the bad guys, saving the day? I mean, that throwdown with the Decepticons at city hall was kind of a mess, but they saved the day in the end! I saw some of it -- one of them, this little smaller Autobot, she punched Starscream right in the face!

[ there's a little note of vindictive glee in her voice there. that's right, starscream, suck it. ]

[knaval]

[wow she has a bit of a weird view of... everything.]

That's pretty funny. This was all on Earth? I wasn't around for that.

[bombsheltered]

Like I said, I think it's some weird timeline stuff. I mean, the Ratchet I knew back home had looked at my cybernetics and everything -- and that's not something a girl lets just anyone look at, you know! But he didn't remember anything at all. So...he must be a different Ratchet. But I didn't know you'd been to Earth. What did you say your name was again?

[knaval]

Oh. [he idly uses a hand to start piling up sand.] I've never been to Earth, I mean. Was always on the wrong side of the galaxy and not important enough to be on Optimus's crew. Not that I wanted to be.

[shrug.]

Riptide.