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Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience 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 may 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. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.

Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.

You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.

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One of the many creatures on Thisavrou, the Chitow do not tolerate any contact from Savrii or visitors. After many unsuccessful attempts at communication, a visitor skilled in linguistics learned that the Chitow speak to one another through a series of taps and drags of their fingers across the jewelry they wear around their necks. Studying the Chitow from afar, since they are violent when their homes are approached, the visitor deciphered their language and was able to approach and speak with them. During Thisavrou’s recent warmer weather, a group of pubescent Chitow (roughly twenty feet tall) approached the visitor and asked to be escorted through the EN-Line so that they may visit Kauto. Not long after their visit and return to Chioni, they extend an offer to all Savrii - each person may visit their outer village for a celebration honoring the Ingress energy. At this gathering, held once a month, Savrii can expect to find the following:

⋆ Initiation Ceremony - Colorful full body paint, usually on the naked form but the Chitow won’t press the issue if you’re not comfortable, is applied liberally. Hand crafted necklaces and bracelets are offered, and each person is given a fruity drink that results in glowing eyes and lips (duration is roughly two days).

⋆ Burial Ceremony - The Chitow take an item, something personal with a connection that is negative, and bury the item in the rich, warm dirt of Chioni. After each visitor digs a small trench, they place the item and their feet inside, covering it over. This practice is a way of letting go of the past - each person removes their feet, leaving the item behind when they are ready.
⋆ Smoking Ceremony - Fires are built as the Ingress energy dims, illuminating the village. The Chitow toss bundles of purple leaves into the flames, they crackle and spark, a citrusy scent filling the air. Some who inhale will experience an increased sense of calm, mild hallucinations, visions, and others will feel nothing.
⋆ The rest of the night is filled with dancing, drink, food, and music created from the wooden instruments the Chitow have carved.

thiri

⋆ Not all worlds accessed are populated or even civilized. Marked as Exploration Class (EC), travel through the Ingress is relatively smooth aside from the eventual landing on the other side—some in dry sand and others in swampy marsh, depending on the location. The temperature of Thiri isn’t quite as stifling as the current climate of Chioni. However, there is a musty scent to the air, like the dust found on an old book, and the longer anyone is exposed to it, the sweeter it becomes. Nights are much cooler than the days, though it seems inadvisable to light fires for purposes not explained. For the safety of all travelers, fluorescents have been provided to everyone before arriving in case of overnight ventures.

⋆ Through the rubble and ruin of Thiri, precious gemstones can be found in multiple areas, especially in condemned buildings that (oddly) resemble temples. Whatever carvings and stone structures that are happened upon bear an untranslatable language, some of it eaten away by time and others washed smooth by rain. If taken from their resting place, particular colors eventually cause a disruption in personality. Red gemstones cause the holder to point out the most prominent structure in the sky and tell everyone about it. Blue gemstones cause the holder to end every sentence an interrogative inflection. Green gemstones cause the holder to only speak in movie quotes regardless of the whether or not they know what a movie is. Purple gemstones cause the holder to only be able to hear out of one ear OR see out of one eye. Pink gemstones cause the holder to snort whenever someone says their name. Clear gemstones cause the holder to address every inanimate object as if it were a person. All changes will eventually fade after several days; yet, if the stones are returned to their original resting place, the changes disappear immediately.

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[Neat. There's some Tudor bitch checking out his lawn. Ronan creeps up in near-silence, coming up around a semi-melted brick wall behind her because otherwise there's no way she could miss his six-foot-two black-clad figure in broad daylight. She's admiring his fairy ring at the moment, and Ronan doesn't say anything just yet, because the opportune time to examine someone is when they don't realize you're looking.

Inwardly, he wishes Gansey were here. He'd appreciate the accurate period garb and probably talk 16th Century literature with her or some shit. Ronan's own interests are rather more ancient, as apparent from his greeting:]

Salve.

[Latin seems safer than attempting Ye Fuckin' Olde English.]

[ More than a little alarmed at hearing a voice behind her, she spins with a quiet start born of true fright. Since a certain assault, any man sneaking behind her can still draw a sweat to her brow and a halt to her breath...especially a man so tall. She's quick to steady herself in a moment's pause, still finding him mildly unnerving but finding no particular reason. He's young, and not dressed like someone who ought to know Latin.

She had eagerly furthered her studies due to the promises of time travel at Exsilium, so responding is no strain on her, but she's curious if Latin is all he knows. That would be interesting if so. ]

Bene occurrit. [ In English, however, after scarcely lowering herself in greeting, ] Have I dared trespass? I meant to step with care, but am yet unfamiliar with the concerns of this realm's homesteads.

[Oh, thank God, he can understand her. Realizing he gave her a fright, Ronan keeps his distance, leaning idly against the crooked wall. Indeed, he doesn't look like someone who should know Latin. He looks like someone who murders people in dark alleyways, with a face that's been compared to both a snake and a shark, and a wicked-looking black tattoo that creeps up from under his collar to hook around his neck like talons.

In English, he's got a subtle Virginian drawl. It makes him sound bored.]

I'm not sure they've got trespassing laws here. It's a whole communist situation.

[He doesn't expect her to understand any bit of that statement.]

You're not in trouble with me, if that's what you mean.

[ Tattoos, at least, are nothing new to her. If anything, they only intrigue her, but enough about his initial approach keeps her from being so outwardly amicable. She'll smile, but only politely.

All North Americans sound the same to her, even with her experience. Awkwardly exotic is the only way she can attribute it. At least he's offering something to say that isn't a threat, causing her to stand more at ease with her hands clasped down low. Anne may take his description too literally. ]

While arguably not as well deserved as a God anointed monarchy, I...would suppose that I might appreciate a communist society before an anarchy masquerading as democracy. That would be, scarcely so and only if not itself taken too by chaos, as I imagine it easily done. [ Tongue-in-cheek, she's hurried to reign in the judgmental tone. ] ...Would that mean, then, that rations and land are handled in an egalitarian fashion amongst the common peoples? Are any left wanting?

[ If not in trouble, she's free to ask questions until otherwise forbidden. It's his own fault for making assumptions about her gained knowledge, really. Tudor bitch has studied a lot to prepare for wacky scenarios, and definitely not just in the 16th century. She still has a lot to learn, though, and is happy to do so. ]

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[Ah, shit. Now he's got her talking about politics, which is #1 on Ronan Lynch's List of Unbearable Conversation Topics. He briefly considers the merits of backflipping over the wall and disappearing into the weeds. Then he answers her question, instead:]

They take half of everything I produce here and redistribute it, so I sure as shit hope no one's left wanting.

[It's an absurdly high percentage, in his opinion. It's lucky he doesn't actually have to work the land.]

[ She might ask if his sorry rhetoric leaves anyone wanting, but she shouldn't insult someone when she may be invading their property. It doesn't put her off as much as it could, at least. ]

Ah, well, I suppose it is of merit that you are left with at least half...

[ Not wishing to risk aggravating him, further if his language is any indication, she carefully steps aside and looks behind her to the ring of flowers near the edges of her skirts. ]

At least they cannot take half of this, lest they wish to test a crude fate. You are free to gaze upon it as often as it would please you and know something still is sacred.

[Ronan doesn't mind her nearly as much as it might seem. As long as they don't linger on the merits of monarchy vs. communism or whatever the fuck, he's content to let her stay as long as she likes. His gaze follows hers to the fairy ring, and the comment draws a smirk from him. Something sacred, indeed.]

You've gotten a bit close to it, yourself. Are you worried?

[ There's little hesitation to shake her head in response as she chuckles in somewhat of a dry manner. No matter that she's sure by now she's already cursed, Anne knows she's rather close, but not enough that her skirt will go over unless some rude person pushes her. Since no backflips have happened yet, she's probably safe.

Unless he has no sense of humor, but the smirk might lead one to hope he very much does. Does fairy monarchy count as politics? Fairies are probably one of the few things she hasn't seen...that she's aware of. ]

Is there any chance les fées are in need of a new queen? I am to seek gainful work if I wish to use my days well, after all.

[Ronan scoffs! But he does have a sense of humor, actually. If one that people have difficulty recognizing.]

Something tells me you're ill-suited to the task. Are you really prepared to pay a tithe to Hell every seven years?

[ Rather than act offended, her chuckle shifts to an outright laugh, at once stricken by a comment she should have expected in all likelihood because of course, but still can't recover fast enough from how on point it is. She doesn't permit the laughter long enough to become an outright fit, quieting as soon as she recalls it's a joke only she would understand. That doesn't erase the tense but true grin as she looks back again to the circle. What is the point if she can't find the humor in it? Anyone would assume she's jesting about the entire thing, and not only the latter inquiry.

Maybe she just ought to jump in after all. Of course she is unfit to be a fairy queen, because that is ridiculous. ]

I was made to settle for prospects of far lesser engagements in the trade of daily payment under the promise near eternity. I think myself suited enough. What other qualities must one dominate in?

[ Her tone remains light and genuinely curious what else he can list. She really can jest about the matter in earnest, at least, given she was somehow able to beat that system when she hadn't thought she could.

Of course now she's here, so... Not completely as planned. ]

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[Well, well. He finally pushes out of his lean, crossing the grass to join her beside the circle. Folding his arms, he surveys it for a moment, then looks at her again. If she knows about communism, does she know Shakespeare? Is she like Gwenllian, absorbing the knowledge of the ages from her tomb? Ronan could probably recite Mercutio's whole speech, but it's a lot of effort. He paraphrases:]

Something about helping sleepers give birth to dreams.

[ On the Shakespearean front she would draw a remarkable blank, despite her love of arts, given how careful she had once been at researching anybody too near her own lifetime and regions. Respect paid where respect is due. ]

That sounds rather tedious, but time well spent on others since I suspect mine own sleep will continue to be a limited resource in such things. On that matter I could ensure people only to have good dreams. Is that not decent work?

[ He's even taller when standing closer, but far less intimidating since he can take a joke. Even amidst the banter, though, she can continue to prod for answers about the ways of life here without outright asking him if he's been personally wrecked on a weekly basis by residing here. ]

What do you guess the dreams of people here most often yield? Are they filled with wonder and good memories, or recollections of tragedy and pain more than anything else? I would attempt to prepare myself.

I'm the worst person you could possibly ask.

[Because he's far outside the human experience and because his time since arriving on the Moira has been filled with worse torture than most. As bad as things got, everyone else isn't being slowly murdered by their own mind.]

We're all scarred, but the bad part's over. For now, at least.

[ For now, at least? That's a promise that seems unchanging no matter where she ends up; nothing lasts.

Save for the grace of God? Not so sure. Look around a little more closely, Anne. ]

Has that something to do with what was formerly bad? [ Edging nearer to the wall he was only just leaning against, she nods to it. What crazy voodoo do you do, sir? ]

[Ronan looks to the melty wall and laughs, unexpectedly delighted by the question. He can see how she'd come to that conclusion, though he never really thought of it as a bad dream. Sometimes things get weird. That's just the nature of dreaming.]

I think that one was mild discomfort.

[He'd been either thirsty or slightly too warm, if he remembers correctly.]

This world's almost as new for us as it is for you. We were somewhere else before.

[ He has a curious way with words (mild discomfort?), which she finds more provocative than simple cursing by leagues. Enough to keep her from seeking answers elsewhere, for now at least. Stepping again towards the wall, she'll lean for a closer look with both hands clasped behind her. ]

We?

[ Always smart to learn about your future neighbors, and she's polite enough to glance over her shoulder when addressing her question. ]

We, the passengers and crew of the doomed spaceship Moira. (May she rest in pieces.) We were traveling for a long time before we came here. Visited a few shitty planets and then our ship blew up and killed about half of us.

[For real! And they never came back! Ronan tells all of this in a light tone, though, because of course his life would continue on a trajectory of endless misery.

Well... Except for now. But he's waiting for it to all crash down again.]

It's pretty nice here, though. I like the weather.

[ No matter his light-handed delivery, even Anne's jaded self must pale and turn at hearing such a tale. At least she needn't ask what a spaceship is or how it feels to watch people die. To witness one's own crew members perish in such a way, though? Those aren't memories she has yet to suffer through, and hopes she never will. ]

Please bear my deepest apologies for rekindling such a tragic memory. Best then that you and yours can enjoy all goodness available in this realm...fine weather included.

[ She might as well attempt to help him to stick with casual mentions, if he so pleases, but she isn't so quick to smile again. It's his privilege to act casual regarding the deaths of his friends, not hers. She hadn't known them. ]

Is the weather the only thing to celebrate? Or might I prepare for excitement of a more pleasurable nature, in any instance?

[She's so sincere in her condolences, it's hard to brush her off the way he would most people. She reminds him of Gansey that way, which incidentally means he kind of likes her.]

I haven't left my land much. There's a lot to celebrate here, but I don't know about anywhere else on the planet.

[ So far still a winner at not getting shoved into fairy rings. It's working! ]

Your land is remarkable; I cannot fault you for taking pleasure in it. More humbled am I, then, to be permitted to share in the splendor despite being a stranger.

[ Of course, they've been chatting and she's been traipsing all over his property without so much as sharing a name. Her father would be ashamed!

In recognition of her lapse in manners, she'll duck her head and flourish a bit of her skirt aside while lowering herself for just a fraction of a moment. It's difficult to tell the ranks of people from other worlds and times, so she's learned to offer the very basics until finding out more. ]

Though I need not remain so. I am Anne Boleyn, and would in good faith implore the name of the fine gentleman who hosts me so that I may better show my gratitude.

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