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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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escoria

⋆ Escoria is classified as Exploration Class (EC), and travel through the Ingress is mostly smooth except for one issue: anyone with powers or abilities will find that the distortion between worlds has temporarily caused problems accessing them. Essentially, it has left all travelers depowered. Another similar issue comes in the form of the location of Escoria’s Ingress—seemingly in the middle of a vast ocean, the Ingress is balanced precariously on a set of buoys connected to a small floating dock. Once on this dock, it is clear there is no getting anywhere without some transportation. Testing the dark waters will find it unbearably cold, though not cold enough to form ice, and far off in the distance, between the mist and ever-constant gray light - where’s the sun? - some might even notice what looks like an island.

⋆ The boat that eventually comes to your rescue isn’t very big, one of a fleet used to transport visitors from the floating Ingress platform. Only a few passengers are allowed on each one--a maximum of six. The boat’s captain is quite insistent that each group remain small, handing out blankets to those who did not come prepared for the chill. It isn’t too much trouble as there are a great many boats and plenty of natives to pilot them. The weather is cool, the skies are dark with rain that might fall, but for now things seem alright. Leaning out on the rail, you might see some shark-like sea creatures breaching the surface to breathe. Of course, you might also see quicksilver figures darting underneath the water from the corner of your eye, which is then followed by a sharp rocking of the boat. Did something nudge the vessel? Maybe you ought to make sure people stay back from the sides in case they fall in...

⋆ Despite the calm appearance of the sky, the worst has happened. A storm hits at just the right time to drive your boat against one of the multitudinous reefs, roughly jarring its passengers, and then, the waves continue to batter the ship against it until it falls to pieces. You get lucky and find a piece of debris to hold onto to keep your head above the water until the storm passes, although it’s some time before even a calm comes. Once it does, you have to deal with the facts: you’re stranded with minimal supplies, all alone except for the other people who were on board with you when the ship went down in the waves. And what’s worse, the water isn’t getting any warmer. What do you do to survive until help, hopefully, arrives? Will you make an attempt to swim to shore or wait for someone to send another boat?

⋆ The few who manage to weather the storm and make it to one of the few islands of Escoria are, indeed, lucky. What lies beneath the surface of those dark waters is much more dangerous and deadly. Distant cousins of Thisavrou’s native Gorgona of Region Four, these nameless creatures are ruthless as they hunt. They slither the shallow surfaces of the reefs spread out across Escoria, waiting for even the slightest ripple of water to alert them to their prey. At first, looking into the water reveals nothing. Then, the closer these things come to the surface, the faster it begins to change and look as if something familiar, something you long for is calling to you. It can be a person, alive or dead, or it could be something intangible like a goal waiting to be fulfilled or an object waiting to be touched. This is how they lure the unsuspecting below the surface, and once they have their claws in you, it’s very difficult to escape. The urge to be with them is impossibly strong regardless of the fact that no one can hold their breath for that long or survive the deep cold of the water for longer than a few minutes.

Your only chance of escape? Someone who might have noticed that you’d suddenly slipped under without a sound. Or, if by chance, you manage to snap off a piece of the coral in the reefs. It changes with the shape of the holder, and that, if you’re lucky, might be the very weapon that saves you.

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i. ingress complex

[ someone's gone and screwed the pooch, and it sure as shit wasn't him.

he's expecting...something else when he wakes up. maybe another worried-looking old man bent on gently telling him what he already knows. maybe a transigen lab out to try and recreate what he and laura so viciously wrecked. a brief memory of alkali lake skims across his consciousness, a sickly green smear long since dulled by the passage of time. there are other, more painful memories now.

the explanations don't make any real fucking sense, delivered by a pretty gal who seems excited to tell him he's not dead, not by a long shot. he expects to hear the ramp up after a bit of waxing poetic over his physiological scans, the 'and now we'll dissect you for the good of humanity' shtick, but it never comes. here, have something clean to wear, have a communication device; don't worry, we'll get you home.

logan takes advantage of the new clothes, shoves the tab in his pocket and sets off to see things for himself. it takes him a moment to figure out what else is sticking in his craw, when his long legs devour the distance without any difficulty- the tech said his wounds were healed, but she hadn't been real specific. the limp, the stiffness in his hip, the perpetual, gnawing, full-body ache that's dogged him since setting up shop outside juárez is gone as if it never existed. ]

What the fuck have you got yourself into now?

[ he mutters aloud, brushing past someone in the corridor. gonna need a drink. a lot of drinks. ]

ii. wildcard

Edited 2017-03-25 11:00 (UTC)

[Some days Rogue finds it offsetting at just how easily she slips in to life here. She's had her first part-time job- jobs even- and has earned money from them. More than what she really knows what to do with, but it gives her that sense of pride. She has been good though, making certain always to cover up because accidentally using her abilities is the last thing on her mind.

Yet she always needs gloves. Gloves, gloves and more gloves. There is an inkling of an idea within her, although Rogue hasn't gotten the courage up yet to ask after it, but rather deems it appropriate to always have a supply on hand for now. A few pairs have been lost during various exploits, and like socks from a dryer, Rogue is starting to have her own collection of singles.

She's learned the region a little. It's hustle and bustle, but nothing that she needs to worry about. In the store and out, and the vendor might think her crazy given the six pairs that she buys, but what does she care. She's planning then on heading back, maybe browsing as she goes, and her eyes are everywhere, taking in everything.

It's how she finds him to begin with. Rogue's gaze keeps going, right past him, before pausing, and returning. He's a little ways off, but that's more her disadvantage than his own. Nose crinkling in thought, she turns her path to intersect his, cocking her head slightly.]

What happened to you?

[Nate slides into the seat at the bar after an early evening of stealing shit and delivering said shit to the client. It went well—that's why he's done so early.

He pulls his journal out and starts sketching from memory one of the cool statues he saw inside the residence—this probably qualifies as evidence that he was there, but eh, he lives dangerously—before the man at the bar beside him catches his eye. It's the the impressive scruff or the world-weariness that attracts his attention, but something else, something familiar.]

So, you one of the new guys?

[ At some point during his exploration, he will happen upon a familiar shape outlined against a large window. Her back is turned to him, but he has seen it often enough that it should be recognisable.

Her eyes are closed, her head tipped back ever so slightly. She can feel The storm out there, singing a siren song for her ears only. She reaches out to place a hand against the thick glass, her fingers widely splayed, as if she wants to take all that energy into herself. More than even she could handle, to be sure, but what a way to go. ]

A. Ingress Complex

[Honestly, nothing about this was expected, for a variety of reasons. He had never run a simulation for a scenario where he woke up something literally outside of the galaxy he knew, and while it only takes him a few moments to consider the possibilities, he realizes he has too little information to work with. He can run all the projections he wants, but without knowing even a proper answer to "where am I?" the projection is as useful to him as dirt is to an organic's eyes.

What's interesting is that he's apparently given his own "accommodations." He gets his own room. There's no possible way they don't realize he's a droid. Droids don't get their own rooms. Except right now, apparently.

But rather than actually going in, he just stands outside of the room, the door still wide open, and observes the corridor. He's going to gain more useful information outside the room given to him.

So maybe say hi to a seven foot robot?]

2. Kauto - Region 5

[Of all the places he's seen, this "Region" is the most foreign looking to him.]

It's structurally inconsistent. And unstable.

[He says outloud, to no one in particular. He's picked up the habit of doing this very human thing, for no reason. He's decided to stop bothering suppressing the urge when it comes, because there's also nothing detrimental to saying simple things out loud. Now, if he had to lie, that'd be another story.]

3. Wildcard

A. Ingress Complex

[Etienne has traveled every corner of Eorzea, and he has never felt more out of place. Even the Allagan ruins had some context amidst their strange circuitry, but this is even less familiar, more alien. He stands at 6'4'', and his tall, pointed, wide-brimmed hat (traditional for practitioners of destructive magic) makes him appear even taller. His long, deep purple robe also seems a bit out of place here, as does large staff strapped to his back. Long silver-lavender hair, dark make up and sparkling earrings adorning each pointed ear complete a look he's spent more than his fair share of time perfecting. Here, in this context, he surely only looks strange, as strange as anyone else here looks to him. The staff is quite an intricate thing, silvery, the top resembling a flame or comet set with a round violet stone. He knows that people don't really live here, at least not people like him who have precious little understanding about how any of it works. He's to be deciding on a new place to live, soon. He doesn't much like the idea of having his fate assigned to him this way, but there isn't much to be done about it. Not yet, anyway. Not without more information.

He runs his gloved fingertips along the line of a window sill, bringing it up to find it free of dust or lint. Everything here seems clean, un-lived-in.]

Allagan nonsense... I never thought I would find myself this far above the clouds. [Etienne can't help but remark, mostly under his breath.]

B. Escoria

[There's something wrong. Etienne's large, sensitive ears can feel it - or maybe it is just something familiar. He's heard sirens, fought them before. Wax in the ears was only a temporary solution. But out in the water, he sees someone familiar. Fair-haired and jolly, one of the only kind faces among so many dour, untrusting one. Oh, do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero...]

My friend? Are you not at Halone's side?

[The mage shakes himself, but he's gotten too close, trying to see what lies beneath the surface, trying to make sense of what he saw and heard against his better judgment. Etienne looses his footing on a slippery rock, and tumbles into the cold water. And once he's below the surface, it's as he feared, something has a hold of him. It grabs tight to his robe and drags him further down. He cannot call the ley lines, or pull from his own aether to cast a spell here.

This is not how he ever intended to die. He really wanted to go more prettily. Or with a great burst of fire.]

[ There are worse things to be afraid of than the cold depths of liquid water, though Ivor is sure he won't discover what those are in this place if no one comes to help them. He's never been keen on waiting, not when his experience with those who say they want to help has never been good, but there is little to see even as the water grows less choppy, the mist still sticking low and dropping any visibility they might have to nearly nothing. Of course, his hearing is still decent despite the faded ringing of the storm echoing in his head, and he's certain of it when someone falls into the water, close by on the same rocks with several others. Yet, unlike most, Ivor doesn't turn away from the sound out of fear or hesitance, and there are the bubbles foaming the surface like a clue, sucking in a chattering breath before diving into the water.

He's never had to swim like this before, bouncing between colonies where water is such a precious commodity, but it doesn't take much to sink down and reach out get a fistful of the material that billows up. Ivor grips tight, winding himself a little closer until he can grab an arm, and then, he's kicking up to the surface. Or trying to. There's a definite weight holding this person down, panic touching his thoughts before he tries to focus on getting back above the water. He kicks again, and this time, mostly by accident, his foot connects hard with whatever is trying to drag them down. Suddenly, so easily, they surge up, and Ivor's free hand slides over a rock to try holding onto it as he gasps for air.

It's impossible to say anything too, especially when one arm is looped through the other person's and he's trying to keep them afloat with the other on the rock. A thin band flashes bright around his wrist despite the lack of real light, but all he can do is try to breathe despite how much easier it would be to access his comp band to tell him it would be okay. The water isn't safe though; they need get back onto the rocks. ]

[jyn hasn't had an expectation of seeing a familiar face in more than several years, and she certainly isn't about to start now. quite frankly, she hadn't had an expectation of ever opening her eyes again, either, but that's neither here nor there. at the moment, she only has thoughts of one thing: getting her bearings. it's a task that's easier said than done, because she has no frame of reference — no sign of anything empire, no sign of anything alliance, no sign of anything familiar to her at all. even if she'd bothered to listen to the medical tech's rambling before she'd slipped away, she figures it wouldn't have helped much.

when she catches sight of k-2 in the corridor, though, everything screeches to a halt as she stops short. some part of her heart jumps into her throat.

there's a time when her feet keep her paralyzed in uncertainty of how to proceed, but, eventually, they bring her to an approach. though her steps aren't particularly hard, the sound of them tends to bounce off the walls in the relative silence of the corridor, reverberating a little even when she stops.]

It's called a room, [she supplies, ~~sarcastically~~ helpfully. because she's a helper.] You sleep there. Theoretically.

[ It's been ages now, but that jolt of recognition feels as sharp and stunning as a bolt of lightning. For a moment he stands where he stopped at this junction between sterile, quiet corridors, his gaze climbing Ororo's proud and stately back. What is she doing?

He almost walks away.

Fuck it. He can't take anymore ghosts, he can't take anymore reminders of the past. Not now, not ever, but...there's nowhere he can run to in the complex. There's no desert to be lost in, no real distance to put between himself and whatever reckoning he thinks stands at the end of the hall.

The glow off the planets makes a halo of her hair, a starlight burn that gleams all the more brightly when he ambles up beside her. Logan leans a shoulder against the cool glass, watching Ororo in the quiet, wondering if she's even real, and asks, ]

What does the storm say?

[Once the creature's freed him from its grasp, Etienne gives it a firm boot-kick as well and focuses on getting out of the water. He's dripping everywhere, his robes are quite heavy with it, as is his long hair. Really, he did not dress for sudden submersion. Silly him. Etienne barely spares a moment to catch his breath before stumbling to his feet, offering his apparent savior a hand up.]

Thank you for that. We'd best get further away from the water.

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I've heard that people from different eras and realms came together and built their lives here. I rather like some of it.

[Etienne turns to look from where he had been admiring a rather pampered, elegant rose bush in someone's elegant garden. He turns and raises an eyebrow at the sight before him - some sort of automaton. Quite a lively voice for something mechanical, really.]

I've never met a magitek that could speak. What a neighborhood.

[ He takes the offered hand and mostly pulls himself out of the water, still trying to catch his breath as he shivers. The cold of space he's used to, but this is a different sort of cold, one that's already beginning to sink deep into his bones through his wet skin and clothes. Yet, he takes the time to touch the underside of his wrist against the thin band he wears so that a semi-translucent screen appears. He'd been lucky that the tech of his world sort of matched something here, though he'd had to take a while to recalibrate it. He moves his fingers just a little, the slightest motion; hopefully, this person can read. ]

No one else heard you fall in. What happened? [ It's asked even as he climbs to his feet to get away from the water's edge. ]

[ Kauto is almost a breath of fresh air after his time in the complex. Its markets are busy, its crowds are lively, a hum to the air and a thousand different sights to see with a thousand different scents mingling in the breeze. It feels so much more normal than hanging around in space.

Laura would love it.

He's not ready for the sharp pang in his chest at that. Oh fuck him, he's not going all maudlin out here.

Logan angrily scrubs at his eyes with the heel of his palm and continues browsing. What's he looking for, exactly? Nothing that leaps out at him just yet-- and he knows the place is real now, at least, not the desperate fever dream of a dying man --but he's keeping an eye out, mindful of his limited currency. He'll need to find work soon, too...

That's precisely the moment someone he hasn't seen for a long, long time crosses his path. Surely she's speaking to him, because her lips are moving, but the noise of the crowd ramps up sharply and everything is too loud, too bright, the shape of her face blurring at the edges. ]

Rogue?

[ As it turns out, you can still find cozy little bars and decent scotch halfway across the galaxy- or wherever the hell they are on the celestial map, anyway. It's not much, but it's a familiar taste, a familiar warmth, and good enough odds he won't have anymore surprises in the form of long-lost comrades arising from the aether.

Some rando settles in nearby, leaving him unbothered until there's a question in the air. Logan could groan. In what universe does he need to fall into where people mind their own fucking business?

He lowers the glass he's been nursing, looking aside at the stranger. ]

Something like that.

Jyn Erso.

[He states, turning his head with the small mechanical thunk sounds that comes with the motion, even before she's very close.

Honestly, he hadn't expected one bit to see her here either, upon his reboot. Not even in the top five, really, since he'd written her off has dead. But somehow, neither of them are, unless this is the result of his last run simulation gone haywire.]

What astounds me more than seeing you here is that you seem to think I don't know what a bedroom is.

[A glance into the room, and it's rather spartan look.]

They apparently think I'd need one.

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[There is a slight cock to her head, forehead furrowing as Rogue regards him. It's understandable, really, as he seems... Out of it. Of course that isn't all he seems, but considering this place, Rogue isn't entirely certain about what can go on. Anything, it seems, and maybe he's been on some strange mission to some strange planet, and that's why he's looking... So old, for lack of a better word.]

That is my name. Don't wear it out.

[There is a lightness to her voice that belies the growing concern within her. She would never classify him as sunshine and lollipops, but Rogue likes him just the way he is, gruff around the edges but with a heart of pure gold.

She's next to him now, and that worry is evident in her eyes. There is still so much to learn about this place, and each day there doesn't seem to be enough time to figure it all out. And she doesn't understand, plain and simple, at least not yet.]

Did- You okay?

I could tell.

[All of 'em have the lost, sometimes slightly dazed look about them. They seem to show up more frequently here on the planets, maybe because the Ingress is more stable than the one on the Moira. Or who the fuck knows, really.

Because Nate is a kind and giving souls, he starts pointing at every third or so tap going down the line.]

Skip that one, it tastes like alien piss and might actually be brewed with it. That one literally tastes like machine oil and I think might be for the robot people I've seen around. That one's all right only if you want the hoppiest IPA you've ever had in your life.

[Space beer is weird.]

[ The immediate urge to throw out a sarcastic retort rises like bile in the back of his throat, but he swallows it down. And it's a good thing he does, because this guy starts dispensing a rather appealing sort of wisdom.

All right. Logan listens with an appraising look, and repeats, a hint of dry amusement in his low voice, ]

So, alien piss, oil, and human piss. Learned the hard way?

[ When she knows to expect him to be around, Ororo tends to be able to feel Logan's presence even when she can't see him. He has a way of filling a room that almost reminds her little bit of Charles in a way, though the Wolverine has a much pricklier aura.

However, since she has absolutely no reason to expect him to show up in outer space, he takes her completely by surprise.

Her head whips around, eyes wide in startled surprise, though the moment she realises who it is a wide smile spreads over her lips and she drops her hand from the window to throw her arms around his neck in a hug. ]

Logan!

[ He's too startled to move, rooted to the spot as her weight crashes into him, like a buffeting gust of wind. Ororo is warm and solid and alive, she's alive-

What kind of fucking place is this?

Logan remembers to breathe a moment later, heavy and harsh like it's scraping up his insides on the way out. Memories of Westchester hit him so hard and fast it makes him shake, terror and hurt at odds with the shock of unmitigated elation, burning bright and hot. Unable to speak, at last he holds her to him like a lifeline, and buries his face in her shoulder. ]

[ This is not the first time she has seen Logan distraught, but she really wasn't expecting this to be one of those times. His breathing almost sounds like he is sobbing, and instinctively she holds him tighter, one hand gently stroking his hair. ]

Hey, it's okay, I'm here.

[ She's not sure what makes her think that is something he needs to be reassured of, but she's going with gut instinct here until he feels able to explain to her what's going on. ]

I know - I'm sorry - I must have slipped right under.

[Etienne pulls the young man further away from the water, frowning with suspicion. He doesn't have a problem with reading those words, nor does he miss a beat about having to read rather than listen. It's all the same in the end, for the most part. Foreign to him, no matter how average a hyur this lad might lookIs. Isn't the word they use here 'human'?]

I knew better, really, but I saw a friend in the water. A dear one who died quite suddenly. Even though there's no reason he should be so far from everything I know... Oh, my dear, you looked soaked to the bone. I'd make us a fire, but I can't seem to sense or touch the aether here. We should find shelter.

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[ Yep, there's that powerful, bitterly instinctive urge to rabbit, the one he picked up on the road to El Paso. Keep his head down, don't intervene; the rest of the world and anything that might drag him down can fuck right off. Don't think, just do. How disappointed she'll be when she finds out just how much tarnish that heart of his has picked up.

His tongue's stuck to the roof of his mouth, in concert with the painful lump in his throat. Maybe he should have been better prepared, after finding Storm, but it's just that same, raw hurt. Logan wets his lips. ]

I. Uh.

[ She's looking at him like he's grown two heads and he's floundering wildly for what to say. Words in the end aren't enough though, because he'll only choke on them, so he takes a leaf out of Ororo's book, stepping in to wrap Rogue up in a tight hug. ]

[ The comp band is meant to be a seamless sort of interface and a lot faster than trying to attempt the signing he knows from home. He's grateful that it had come with him too, though it's really not doing much good for either of them out in the middle of these rocks. There's only the slightest frown as he listens, shaking his head. ]

I wasn't the one who almost drowned. I'm okay. [ Except he's cold, and it's getting colder. There's still no help in sight, and if they want to find somewhere safer, they need to get off these rocks and make it to one of those islands not too far off. He tilts his head, looking at Etienne almost carefully. He wants to ask about his friend, what the aether is and how he can make a fire from nothing, but that will have to wait. ] Can you swim? I don't think we should stay here.

[Rinzler's been running in this system long enough to grow accustomed to most of its inconsistencies. Erratic imports. Insufficient screening of potential threats. No security. And, of course, the oh-so-generous pretense of equality they extend—even to programs!

So long as it remains convenient for their kind, at least.

So the hulking droid half-blocking the hallway doesn't pose much surprise for its nature. No, Rinzler's interest starts with in his way and progresses rapidly to watching him. An opaque helmet tips up to meet K-2SO's gaze, set above a human-shaped frame adorned with flexible black armor and odd red-orange lights. Stranger still is the constant rumbling from behind the mask: a harsh whir that all but broadcasts mechanical and broken.

Not that it seems to impair the program much. Rinzler maintains his approach, pausing pointedly in front of the droid only to tilt his helmet in demand. Is it staring for a reason?]

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tdm 16

test drive meme

welcome to thisavrou

escoria

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ii. Kauto (R1) Exploring

wildcard - at a bar? it seemed to make sense

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Warrior of Light - Etienne Clairemont (OC) | Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward

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