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"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
ABOARD THE MOIRAThe 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. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also 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 or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) The day begins normally. Or almost.
The Moira has accidentally fallen along the trajectory of an asteroid barreling its way through space. While most things like this are not uncommon, and the ship is far from any potential danger of collision or risk of debris damaging the exterior, there is something particularly odd about this specific occurrence. The rock itself appears to give off a strange light that is both eerie and alive. Often, if looked at in just the right manner, it will shift colors; so, while one person sees one side of the spectrum, someone else could see something entirely different. At first, things continue on as they usually do aside from the glowing asteroid alongside the Moira, but as the hours go on, that does not seem to be the case.
☄ the hours are breathingresignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lieWith a rather open view of stars and space, thanks to the skylight above, the pool in the rec area suddenly comes alive beneath the light of the asteroid filtering in. Perhaps it’s some natural response to the chemical composition of the water, or perhaps it’s magic. Yet, regardless of the explanation, those who happen to take a dip suddenly find themselves plagued by despair. The depression and melancholy are not subtle changes either; it slams into you with great force, like a punch to the gut. The longer you remain in the pool, the deeper it grows, like an all-consuming paranoia that settles into the back of your mind and causes your heart to grow heavy. These strong feelings will eventually fade if you choose to leave the pool and dry off, but as long as you remain damp from the pool, those emotions will continue to linger. Even after you’re completely dry, there will be no mistaking just how intensely you felt or why. There is no explanation and might not be. Would you dare a second swim to test whether or not it was a fluke? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
☄ those who have crossedthe eyes are not here, there are no eyes hereThe walls are shrinking in. Every room you step into feels much too small, like there isn’t enough room to even breathe. A crowded place becomes startlingly empty, and no matter how much you run, how much you explore, there is no one there to comfort you or answer your calls for help. Hallucinations run strong between the lulls of obscene loneliness or claustrophobia, and exposure to the glow of the asteroid is really the only thing to thank for that. You’re desperate to claw your way out of the ship—open the emergency hatch in the Cargo Bay, bust the glass of the Observation Deck. What’s worse is that it’s not just you. It’s catching, and the fear of being next is very real. It feels like you’re being watched, that everyone around you is looking and seeing everything you are. Or are not. The only way to make it stop is to admit that you’re afraid of being seen, but who, in the deep madness of the self, has the courage to ever admit the truth? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
☄ the sun in flightrage, rage against the dying of the lightSomething has drifted its way onto the Moira from the outside. Unlike the faint luminosity they give off, they suck up all the light around them, making them the only source to see by. From far away, they are just flitting balls of light, but if you get close enough to inspect them, they are mean. And have sharp, sharp teeth. Go poking, and they will bite you before trying to fly away while taking that only light source with them. The option to avoid them is quite easy if you’re not the curious sort, but without them around, it will be impossibly dark. As the asteroid moves on in the opposite direction of the Moira, these light creatures begin to dissolve and fade away with it. However, a word of caution: their bites glow. If you don’t manage to find the one that bit you and capture it between your hands, the bite will become a permanent glowing fixture of your body. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
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thisavrou_ooc2016-07-08 05:07 pm
WEEPS OPENLY also hallways
Tailing you?
[he shakes his head, grinning a little uneasily.]
I haven't been tailing anyone, my man. I can barely see my own hand in front of my face! Don't think I could even if I wanted to.
ohhh no... i don't think i can be mean to lucio. ;[
Little does he know.]Drop the weapon and turn around. [At least he... Thinks that's a weapon, whatever the guy's got in his hand. Looks more like a megaphone, and naturally his retinal prosthesis has absolutely nothing useful to say about it (which is getting to be an annoying trend here on the ship.) And that leg gear... An exo-suit? Better to be safe than sorry.
Especially because, if Lúcio does end up turning around (since he's being asked so nicely!) he might be able to make out Adam, who's clearly unarmed. Though, to be fair, he does sort of constantly give off the impression that he doesn't need a gun in his hands to be dangerous.]
THIS IS YOUR TRUE TEST
I've just shown up...
[see! lúcio complies, anyway. he's seen enough trigger happy types when faced with vishkar security and he carefully puts the sonic amplifier down, keeping eye contact with adam.
he doesn't turn around, though. he doesn't seem too bothered at all, practically radiating calm.]
Did you just get here too? Kinda weird, right?
i'm not ready i'm not ready!!
"Kinda weird" about sums it up, yeah. [There's a faint trace of irony in his rasp – a hint that there's a person beneath that stone-faced mask – though the humor hasn't quite reached his face yet.
This level of calm isn't what Adam's expecting – his discomfort with the whole situation is a persistent prickle in the back of his skull (or is that something else?) Unbidden, the sense of weight of the pistol at his hip floats to the forefront of his awareness. Something unreadable passes over his expression, the hard lines of his face contorting with some internal struggle.
Too many mixed signals. That steadily shrinking, rational part of him is afraid of what he might do if this guy doesn't hurry up and do something to assuage his growing sense of paranoia – so Adam doesn't wait for him to turn around before stepping forward and bending down to make a grab for the weapon at his "hostage's" feet.
Careless, he'd normally call it, leaving himself open like that. But maybe the guy's got the sense not to try and start something (even if, right now, Adam happens to be missing that sense himself!)]
YOU'RE DOING GREAT SO FAR
Extremely weird. Hey, man, can I have your name? Mine's Lúcio. Looks like we're stuck here together.
[blinding optimism hasn't failed him yet!]
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Adam. [Straightening and backing up a step or two, his reply's curt and flat-toned. His attention's elsewhere – on the gun he's now got in his hands.
Looks like he'd assumed right – up close, there's no mistaking this megaphone thing for anything but the weapon it is. Some sort of crowd dispersal tech, reminds him a little bit of a P.E.P.S., actually. And if this is anything like that is…
It takes Adam a few seconds to figure out how to expose the chamber, popping the top off and ejecting the energy pack (even more like a P.E.P.S. than he'd initially thought!) He pockets the little cylinder before turning the gun over in his hands, interest written clear in his motions. A few moments later, curiosity apparently satisfied, he casually chucks the unloaded weapon back at the guy.]
Interesting tech, Lúcio. Now, care to tell me how you ended up here?
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[lúcio watches him with interest. it's not a great situation to be in, sure, but adam seems to be responding well to reason so far.]
Out the magic space portal. Still not entirely sure what's going on, if I'm honest. Just tryin' to make the best of a new situation.
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But for all his earlier certainty, he's not getting the sense that the guy is lying now. Adam frowns.] You don't feel it, do you?
[He half-wonders if this itch in the back of his skull is just a symptom– a sign of malfunctioning augs. Or malfunctioning judgment. He finds that possibility even worse.]
Look, I'm not really sure what it is yet– but there's something out here. It's probably not safe for you to just be out and wandering alone.
[You know, lest some other upset and extremely augmented individual decides to jump the guy too.]
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[he doesn't seem afraid at all. he holds his hand out for his wub-gun vacuum tube.]
Can I have my amplifier piece back, please? I need it to play my healing beats.
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[Adam fishes in his pocket for the little cylindrical object, examining it for a second time. He'd kind of taken it for an energy pack – ammo if you want to call it that – but is this guy meaning to tell him it's... A glorified music player?
He doesn't toss it back just yet. The idea of a skating DJ with a healing music gun is kind of hard for him to swallow, believe it or not.]
Depends. You get any Guns N' Roses on that?
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[lúcio holds it sideways in front of him, poking at the controls.]
Hey man, you like remixes? I'm good at those. I'm sure I can find somewhere to download Guns N' Roses somewhere in this big empty void.
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Time to admit that he screwed the pooch on this one. After a moment's consideration, he tosses the little tube – amplifier piece, or whatever – back at Lúcio too.]
I figure all those radio signals we're sending into space have got to be good for something.
[A pause.] Sorry for the rough treatment. Can't be too careful, though.
[From what he's seen of the guy so far, he really hopes that "being careful" is a sentiment Lúcio will take to heart. Unless that happy-go-lucky attitude is just an extremely convincing act (and he's not ruling that out quite yet!)]
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[in a weird way... or the other people of the ship. whatever. lúcio's been on the opposite end of a fist enough times that he's not especially phazed by it now. especially when they apologise.]
I think that's my next stop. Ships usually have navigation and communication, right? Sounds like going up there might be worthwhile.
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Usually. Pretty sure I saw something like that on the map. [He lifts a metallic arm just enough to indicate the MID they'd put on him earlier. There hadn't been much time to explore its other functions yet, but finding a way to get his bearings had definitely been a priority.
He jerks his head upwards.] I'll head up there with you, if you don't mind. It's the least I could do.
[He still can't shake this feeling of being watched – he'd never forgive himself if whatever's out there got to this guy the moment Adam turned his back.]
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[he clicks the vacuum tube back into his wub gun and flicks it on.]
Audio medic! [he says with a laugh, turning up the music that emanates from his backpack, channelled through the gun. he's put on his healing jams just in case they come across - or even go past - someone who might need it.] This'll make you feel better.
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[As the sound hits his ears, various heads-up notifications dot the edges of his vision, unprompted – needless biomedical data, the sort of info he'd only get during treatment at the clinic, or when his Sentinel would patch up a wound of his. Adam frowns, distracted – retinals must have gotten damaged somehow, maybe when he'd come through the Ingress.
He's dealt with enough glitches in his few months of being augmented to know that there's no point in trying to fix them himself. Maybe someone'll be able to look at them later.
A glance at the gun. Even with the shades, it's pretty easy to tell where his eyes are looking.] You make that thing yourself? Or do gun-shaped speakers just come standard where you're from?
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[lúcio worked hard to create his wub gun, he's very proud of it and the degree to which he managed to work everything into his aesthetic. he had help, of course, and he feels indebted to those who did.]
It should work on those prosthesis of yours, though I'm still fine tuning that part. Lemme know if there's any interruption, yeah?
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You... Were being serious about "healing beats."
[It's science fiction– but then again, so is being transported to a spaceship in another universe, says an annoyingly insistent voice in his head. And if all of this is just some elaborate ruse (and he's not ruling it out just yet) whoever's orchestrating it has got no reason to be this absurd about it.
Certainly, the weird feedback he's getting from his health systems would make a lot more sense if it were true.]
I've heard of alternative medicine but, I've gotta admit, that's a first for me. [Still skepticism in his tone, but curiosity's starting to creep in a little...]
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[why would he... lie? that's a confused look.]
Gotta go with what works, you know?
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[This... Really isn't his wheelhouse. So who's he to argue?
From what he can tell, it's not exactly a short trip to navigation from where they are – might as well take the time to relax, try and chase away some of this unease. Reaching into a pocket for his smokes, he offers one to Lúcio (though he can already guess what the answer's probably going to be) before taking one for himself.]
Still, music that can do what yours does? You must be putting all the hospitals out of business.
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[adam was probably right. lúcio skates along side him, humming to himself.]
Not so much. It doesn't really work quick enough and you've gotta be in the right mood. Otherwise it won't really do anything. It's a shame, but I do what I can.
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A slow, deliberate exhale.] Still more than what most can say about themselves. [Is that a subtle note of approval in his voice?] Could always use more people putting some good into the world.
[Even if he doesn't really understand how the whole "healing music" thing works. Keeping pace with Lúcio by his side, a thin line of smoke trailing behind him in his wake, Adam falls quiet.]
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[NUDGE NUDGE, ADAM.]
People have told me that they think they need to lead a rebellion or inspire change to be a good person, but all you have to do is what you can to make the Earth just a little better. Even if it's just picking up some trash, you know?
[he snorts a little.]
Sorry. That probably sounds a little preachy. I've had to give a couple speeches recently.
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A small, dismissive wave of one hand. No need to apologize – honestly, if it sounds preachy, it's only preaching to the choir.]
Not everyone's cut out for the whole "freedom fighter" thing, no. [It happens whenever anyone tries to enact any sort of change – too easy for someone to get in over their heads, make the wrong enemies. Get themselves sacrificed upon the altar of their cause.]
But like you said, anything they can do counts for something. [The use of "they" sort of implies that Adam's not talking about himself – that maybe he's one of those people who are out there rebelling – but if that's the case, he's not exactly being forthcoming about it. If anything, this line of conversation has seemingly got him more withdrawn than ever.]
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[that's all he says on the matter, picking up that adam is a little withdrawn about the subject. he doesn't want to upset this guy, seeing as how trigger happy he was before. lúcio isn't naive enough to believe that they're on perfect terms just yet.]