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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[ milly plucks the volleyball from snake's hands with a grateful smile, glancing down to see snake's MID. ]

Oh, you too? I just got here. [ nice! he doesn't sound like he's totally new, either. milly's brow wrinkles. ] What makes you say that?

[ She's only just gotten here and she's already relaxing and playing volleyball with strangers? Snake really can't understand some people. How is she not in a crisis over being kidnapped onto a spaceship?

All the same, he answers her question. It seems to him like she probably needs the warning. He crosses his arms and rattles off an explanation. ] Because I've been part of the crew for over half a year now, and we've been to a few other planets. Most of them were more trouble than anything else.

[ oh, snake, this isn't even the weirdest thing to happen to her this month. well, it's pretty weird, but way less distressing than going into that shitty alternate future and seeing raiden...the way he was there. this is practically a space cruise by comparison. milly raises her eyebrows. ]

I can handle trouble. [ she sounds pretty confident about it. but even so, her brow knits a little as she tucks the volleyball under her arm. ] Um...what kind of trouble?

[ Snake isn't going to argue with her about what she can or can't handle. For one thing, she can fly. That probably means that she has a host of other abilities that he couldn't even begin to guess at.

Instead of brushing him off completely, though, she asks for some clarification. Good, she isn't overly confident. That's the easiest way to get yourself killed.

Snake could answer her, but their current setting doesn't seem like the best place for it, especially since he suspects that her teammates are waiting for her to return to their game. ] If you want the full story, it's probably better to wait until you have a while. But if you want to meet up later, I can tell you about it. [ Snake doubts she'll follow-up, but he's been surprised before. ]

I have time now!

[ milly beams earnestly at him. seriously, the girl is made of unkillable enthusiasm and sheer force of personality. ]

Why wait? I mean...you don't look busy.

[ It doesn't seem as if she has any qualms about abandoning her game. Snake can't tell if that's because she realizes that this is more important, or if she's just interested in speaking with him.

After a moment of hesitation, Snake shrugs. ] Not that busy. We can go find somewhere to sit down. Are you hungry?

[ There are a lot of restaurants around here, it shouldn't be difficult to find one with an open table. ]

Oh, I think it's about lunchtime. Actually, I passed by this little place that looked like it was doing fish tacos or something? Let's go there, the smell was delicious.

[ milly beams at him with enthusiasm, obviously accustomed to bowling her way right over people, and she half turns back to the beach to give the volleyball a good toss -- with enough cybernetic-powered super strength to send it sailing clear across the boardwalk to land near the volleyball net with a spray of sand. girl's got game. ]

Alright, let's go! I'm Milliarde, by the way. But you can call me Milly.

[ Fish tacos, huh? Sounds good to him; seafood at a beachside resort seems like the way to go. Snake braces himself that he isn't going to recognize whatever fish it's made of, but that's something he's had to accept as the norm ever since he ended up in a spaceship on the other side of the universe.

He watches as Milly flings the volleyball back, watching the arc of the throw and the strength behind it. It would be impossible to guess that she was so strong just by looking at her, but Snake's given up on anything making sense at this point.

Nodding as she turns back to him, Snake starts walking, figuring that Milly will point out the place she'd mentioned when they get there. ] I'm Snake. And... you seem to be taking all of this pretty well. [ There's a story there, he assumes. ]

[ milly's eyebrows go up only the tiniest bit at the man introducing himself as snake. she's up to her eyeballs in superhero bullshit and the shitty alternate future she'd visited was half-controlled by princess unikitty, it's not the weirdest thing anyone's ever called themselves. she gives a ladylike shrug with a tilt of her head and clasps her hands behind her back as they walk. ]

Well, it's not like throwing a tantrum over it's going to change anything.

[ not that that's stopped her from throwing a tantrum here and there but ANYWAY ]

I mean, if I was going to be yanked into another dimension for a space road trip it would've been nice if I could've packed or something, but so far it sure beats time traveling into a depressing alternate future. [ she shudders, at least partly genuinely, because for all her flippancy, it was actually pretty awful. ] Talk about a serious bummer. Yeesh.

[ She makes a good point, and one that Snake can respect. He doesn't have much patience for people who lose their cool over something like this, rather than facing the facts and moving forward anyway. Granted, the younger someone is the more likely that kind of response is going to be, and yet Milly is apparently the exception. Good.

Though then she speaks so lightly of a past experience of hers that Snake has to wonder if she's making it up. Time travel alone sounds ridiculous, except for when he remembers that a younger version of his father and his mentor are here.

Snake places his hands in his pockets as he walks, keeping his eyes forward even as he questions her. ] How did that happen?

Oh, you know. Time travel. [ milly waves her hand vaguely, as though this is a universally accepted principle. ] Something went horribly wrong in our day and it just...spiraled. Some bad people got a lot of power. And someone from the future came back to our time to make sure it never happened, and someone else came through to make sure it'd happen. And then we had to chase the bad guy into the future, it was a whole...big thing.

[ her expression flickers and her eyes dim, and she presses her lips together. ]

It was...horrible. Everything was. So we knew we had to make sure things gone differently. [ whoop, the mood of this conversation dropped a little too much, time to yank it back up. milly brightens. ] And we did! Saved the day and everything.

[ This sounds a little too close to the plot of Terminator for his tastes. It's not that Snake doubts what Milly's saying, as it's all a little too fantastical to make up for no good reason. Besides, there's a shift in her expression that hints that it's as horrible as she says, and he can't help but notice that she doesn't go into much detail.

Milly snaps out of it almost right away. She probably can't forget some of the terrible things she'd seen, but at least she'd been successful in preventing what happened. ]

Can't say I've ever done anything quite like that. It must not have been easy.

[ As they continue to walk, Snake catches a bright sign announcing fish tacos. The place is a hole in the wall, but that doesn't deter him.

He jerks a thumb toward it. ] This the place?

Superheroing is never easy. Besides, I like the challenge. And I'm doing good work! I can't stand bullies, and supervillains are the worst kind.

[ milly grins, and she nods brightly at the half-open door. ]

Yeah, this it! Come on, it smells amazing. So, what do you do for a living?

[ Superheroes and supervillains? It sounds like something that's better off in a children's TV show or anime than someone's actual life. Then again, fighting giant walking death machines sounds like something out of an anime, and Snake's done plenty of that.

He follows Milly inside and they're quickly seated and given menus. The place is small, with only a handful of tables, but the others are all occupied with people who've gotten their food. It does look pretty good, he has to admit.

At her question, Snake takes just a moment to figure out how to answer. There's a long answer and a short answer, but they've only just started talking. ] I'm a soldier. [ He picks up the menu and starts to scan it. ] Does... "superheroing" pay well?

Oh, hey! Like in the Army? Or the Marines or something?

[ it is pretty clear that milly does not know anything about the military. but she thinks it's cool!

her brow furrows slightly. ]

Um...pay? It doesn't pay anything. I mean, I think the Trailblazers get a living stipend...

Something like that.

[ Snake doesn't think he needs to delve into too much detail. When he'd actually served as part of the military force, it had ranged from the Green Berets to FOXHOUND. He's much more comfortable working as a part of Philanthropy, even if it's essentially a two-man team.

With no clue what the Trailblazers are, Snake only shrugs. ]

How do you make money, then?

[ It's not like it's ever been about the money for him either, but it's one way to keep the information coming. ]

[ milly blinks at him. ]

I have a part-time job. ...And my dad.

[ even if they're not strictly on speaking terms right now, he's never cut off her access to money, at least. ]

[ Her dad. Snake raises an eyebrow even as he finds something on the menu that sounds more or less appetizing. He can only assume that the food here is safe for humans. ]

So your dad is okay with you going out to fight bad guys and travel to dark futures?

[ Or is it something that Milly somehow manages to keep from him? ]

[ milly's cheeks go just ever so slightly pink. ]

Well -- no. Not really.

[ but ordering food is a convenient distraction from the topic, and boy, does she order -- more than you'd expect a girl her age would be eating. her metabolism burns like crazy, okay. ]

But I'm a legal adult, so it's not exactly his decision anymore. ...And the time travel thing was just the one time. It was kind of an extenuating circumstance. You had to be there.

[ When she rattles off such a large order, Snake's eyebrows shift higher and higher, but he doesn't say anything. He assumes that it's a case of her eyes being larger than her stomach, but it's not his business either way. They have an unlimited spending card, maybe she's just planning to eat a bite of everything.

He puts in his own order, something a little more reasonable in terms of quantity, and then they turn their menus in. ]

Yeah, I'm getting that. [ Snake wonders what counts as legal where she comes from, but there's no way to ask that question without it sounding creepy. ] How'd you get into it? Doesn't seem like the kind of work you just stumble upon.

[ The more he asks about her, the less he has to say about himself. ]

[ luckily, it's not hard to get milly to talk about her heroics, and she feels oddly comfortable around snake. he's got kind of a familiar vibe. ]

Well, you know. LA's like, a major hotspot for superhero activity, what with the CONDOR HQ there and all, and Alpha Force is based right in the city. And when you're a girl with superpowers... [ she shrugs, grinning as their food arrives. oh heck yes. ] Well, why wouldn't you use them to help people? I started pretty small. Stopping the odd robbery here and there. But sooner or later, you find yourself in a confrontation with a real villain. So I finally got myself a costume and made it official! ...Sort of. Technically I was a vigilante for a year or so.

[ So when Milly says superhero, she really means the full nine yards. The outfit, the crime-fighting, everything. It might sound strange to someone like Snake who's always been grounded in the less flashy camouflage and standard uniforms of the military, but...

She wants to do good. It's not like he can really argue with that.

He picks up a taco and takes a bite, the taste unfamiliar but not strictly bad. Whatever they're using as a tortilla tastes pretty close to what he knows, at least. ]

So how long have you been doing this, altogether? [ There's no way she can be that experienced, with how young she looks. On the other hand, she hasn't gotten herself killed yet. ]

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