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test drive meme


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.

welcome to thisavrou





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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squadgoals: (ohhh THOSE rachni)

FUNNY STORY ABOUT CLONES

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-04-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[What the hell is she talking about? 600 years? A twitch of confusion drifts across her features, before she slowly shakes her head.]

Not any more. Wherever you were before? You're on Thisavrou, now.

Did you get a chance to look through the information they gave you, yet?

[600 years... 600 years...

There's something itchy and significant about the number. Something that's been thrown around before.]
nyx_it: (making out we got the radio on)

im glad you saw that

[personal profile] nyx_it 2017-04-30 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Never heard of it. Until now, clearly.

[She shakes her head. Reading through packets is for when you're somewhere stable and familiar. When you have a moment to breathe and figure things out.]

[When you know where your family is.]


Figured I'd look off the record first.
squadgoals: (did I feed those stupid fish)

I MEAN SHE'S NOT WRONG

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-04-30 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
No one has — it's in a completely different universe.

[There's a beat, and her expression softens.]

That's understandable. And I'm sorry I can't help, there — but I can give you an overview. Help you wrap your head around things.

Aside from the locals, many of the people living here on Thisavrou have been involuntarily pulled from their own universes, and thrust here by a device called the "Ingress" — that's the swirling mass of energy you would've stepped out of.

[She shifts her weight in the office chair, leaning forward on the desk. The pause is intentional — no one likes the next part.]

The good news is, Ingress technicians and scientists are trying to get us home, trying to locate the multiverse coordinates for each of us, and there's been some successes. So there is every chance we can return. But in the meantime? We're in limbo [Purgatory,] living our lives.
nyx_it: (the dust cloud has settled)

[personal profile] nyx_it 2017-04-30 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Not even a different galaxy this time.

[Her face flicks. Agitated. Even if the rest of her stays composed. Because someone has to be.]

Hey, an overview from Commander Shepard herself. Don't know many people who can say that.

What do we know about the "Ingress"? Anything? The techs share anything with the rest of us? [She folds her arms.] About how many people are here?
unaffluent: (Sweet Child O' Mine)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-04-30 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
From boring to liar?
squadgoals: (smells like VANCOUVER BURNING)

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-04-30 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
[a different galaxy...

And suddenly, it clicks. Those ads. They'd popped up here and there on the extranet, always a happy family on an alien world, with catch and copy like "How Far Will You Go? Find Out What It Takes!", then a link to "Recruitment Details".

The Andromeda Initiative. Someone's passing pipe-dream to send a bunch of people to the Andromeda Galaxy to explore where no-one had gone before. But hadn't it been grounded with no funds? It sure hadn't been in the news cycles.

But it did fit the 600 quote, if they had the right tech. Although how they'd get that...]


We know that the Ingress harnesses a unique energy that has the ability to manipulate time and space. It works, and it serves as a jumping off point for trade and travel — but it still has faults, glitches — and that's what drags people here. The techs share a lot — everything they can. You can even get a job working alongside them, if you've got what it takes. Anything to help speed up the process.

In terms of numbers, there's thousands of people stranded, from thousands of different universes. There's even twins, doubles of people from parallel universes. Some people from the same universe don't recognize each other, because they've been pulled from somewhere different, before they ever met.

So — Vetra, right? — clearly you know me. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?
squadgoals: (oh my god ashley look at her butt)

iii.

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-04-30 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Andromeda Initiative? That civilian pipe-dream Andromeda Galaxy exploration mission that was always running ads on the extranet sidebars?

And Ryder? She'd take any excuse to escape the monthly timesheets, but this was a mystery she couldn't wait to solve. Time to use the C-word.]


Sara Ryder, this is Commander Shepard. If you're the Ryder I'm thinking of, I know your father.

I'll try and answer any questions you have as concisely as possible. It's a lot less of a conspiracy than you'd think.


[Well, by name, at least.]
notglitching: (red - dropping in)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-04-30 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rinzler waits, more or less unmoving, as Wash takes in the data. The fact that the user needs it reveals a little in return—whether from the Portal glitch or active effort, he seems to have avoided the standard guides. Not much loss, in the program's opinion: the datapacket might be useful, but he trusts it about as much as he does the users running this world. Which is to say, not.

It does occur to him the same probably applies in the reverse. Wash is a user, and Wash remembers him not at all. Still, he hasn't left. The enforcer's rumbling picks up a little, mask ducking in self-reference.]


Rinzler.
counterblows: (϶ i could learn to pity fools)

[personal profile] counterblows 2017-04-30 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, still not familiar. No idea if there's a significance to that or not, but it's a name and he'll take it. It's one of those variables that sharpens the context of his present situation, if only slightly, tightening it into a larger-picture relief.]

And you...remember me?

[Which means that's a pretty significant chunk of his memories that's gone completely. Not that that's particularly abnormal for him, even if his problems tend to revolve around, generally, a surplus of memory rather than the opposite.

It's worrisome. That's the bottom line.]
armcollector: (well loved man about town)

magnus burnsides | the adventure zone

[personal profile] armcollector 2017-04-30 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
1. network

hail and well met, people of space! i am magnus burnsides, AKA the hammer!
i live on the moon! i'm just like you!
but i have a few suggestions!

first: if we were writing to each other with pens i feel like the whole process would go a lot more smoothly. also we would be able to share little drawings. this is taking the whole fun out of writing a letter by giving me just... buttons! and they take very long to find and press. they're not even in alphabetical order!

second: if we are in space there needs to be at least a thousand more lasers. are laser guitars a thing? yes? no?
wait a second TM TM TM im trademarking laser guitars if they dont already exist.

okay also if anyone runs into taako or merle tell them their favorite friend is here and NOT a mannequin anymore, thanks bye


2. escoria

[He sees her.

It's not that he hasn't seen her in a long time. He dreams about her all the time. Dreams that his life is back to how it used to be -- her, Magnus, and Steven all back in the shop, Magnus working on his latest SitBoy and her alternately teasing him and giving him genuine suggestions, she's watched him long enough to contribute in her own right -- or, less bittersweet, dreams of getting her back only to lose her again in increasingly worse and worse ways.

So to say that he hasn't seen her wouldn't be that true. He sees her all the time. And her image, though not altogether clear in the rippling water, is still as heart-stoppingly beautiful as he remembers. But then Magnus is reminded, oh, I'm not dreaming. And that's when she reaches for him, and he feels something he's felt so many times since he's come to work for the Bureau of Balance.

The need, the want, to submerge himself into the water with her. The thrall of something he doesn't completely understand, calling to him, so difficult to resist.

He doesn't rush in -- not yet -- but he does reach his hand towards her image in the depths.
]

Julia.
Edited 2017-04-30 22:23 (UTC)
nyx_it: (this love that I've cradled)

[personal profile] nyx_it 2017-04-30 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm not really a tech kind of person. If it works, it works. If it doesn't? Hit it and see if it's fixed.

Or call in someone who can hit it harder.

[Is she joking? Or do all turians have that deadpan snarker ability built into their DNA?]

[The rest is less easy to process. Way, way less. Alternate dimensions? Parallel universes? What kind of bullshit did they get dragged into this time?]


Guess I should count myself lucky I ran into Commander Shepard. And not her evil twin.

[OH IF ONLY YOU KNEW, GIRL.]

Who doesn't know who you are? [Seriously, Shepard.] Me? I'm just the person who makes deals to get the things you want, and shoots at the things you don’t.
notglitching: (red - in Clu's shadow)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-04-30 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another easy one. Rinzler nods. There's a term that floats to the top of queue, and fingers curl against the holographic keys... but Rinzler hesitates to type it. Wash has no reason to believe him. He has no right to set the value out there like a claim. And he's not sure how much right he had, even before—it had been true, but they'd still argued. The last time they'd spoken, Wash had all but promised to pose a threat to Clu.

...better not to, maybe. Rinzler waits for the next line.]
ryderonthestorm: (Default)

[personal profile] ryderonthestorm 2017-04-30 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ryder honestly can't fathom what's going on right now - she barely comprehends how her connection to SAM even works, let alone how it got disrupted.

Pull yourself together, Ryder, a voice that... kinda sounds a little like SAM and a little like her brother whispers in her mind. You're a Pathfinder, right? So figure this the hell out. ]


Right, so, we have to figure something else out. Hopefully something better than a note in a bottle.
ryderonthestorm: (Default)

[personal profile] ryderonthestorm 2017-04-30 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ding ding ding!
ryderonthestorm: (002)

[personal profile] ryderonthestorm 2017-04-30 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What. ]

Okay, either this is an elaborate prank or someone put me back into cryosleep and shot me back to the Milky Way without knowing.

Also, you knew my father. He's dead.

squadgoals: (ohhh THOSE rachni)

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-01 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Christ. "Back"? Last she'd heard of that "Initiative", it had run dry financially — as expected. Who'd picked up the pieces enough that it succeeded? But the second statement catches her attention first.]

Alec Ryder? [She types his whole name, checking they were talking about the same person. What the hell. Disgraced was one thing, but that didn't make him any less of an N7 operative. If something killed Alec Ryder, it was nothing less than a complete blindsiding.

She could relate to that.]


I'm sorry for your loss. By all accounts, he was a great man.

[Except for the, uh, illegal AI research, but people in glass houses with unshackled AI friends shouldn't really point fingers. Or throw stones. Whatever.]

As for the confusion, I'm afraid it's a third option. That glowing machine you stepped out of is called the Ingress. You've been pulled several universes sideways, to a place called Thisavrou.

Did you read the arrival documentation they gave you?
Edited 2017-05-01 01:49 (UTC)
squadgoals: (that makes a stupid kind of sense)

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-01 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Turian humor, as far as she was aware, seemed to come in two flavors: dark, or deadpan. Something about a keen awareness of life's existential dread just really seemed to weigh on the entire species, humor-wise. Show her a Turian cracking a knock-knock joke, and she'd show you a knock-knock joke with a dead baby punchline.]

Outstandingly lucky. [Delivered dryly, she'll leave it at that for now. Luckily for both of them, the clone probably wouldn't've picked up anyway — aliens, and all.]

And "just", huh? Pretty humble, considering. You sound like exactly the kind of person everyone likes to have around. [A fixer. Well, well. The black market was potentially alive and thriving, 2.5 million light years away. Naturally.]

And what drew you to join the Andromeda Initiative?

[It's a hell of a stretch, based on shaky assumptions — hell, she didn't even know a rough pull point for Vetra — but it wasn't like there was a hell of a lot of extra-galactic exploration projects going around. Barnard's galaxy, anyone? The Large Magellanic Cloud, perhaps?

But she'd recognized Shepard, and not historically. "I don't understand how you're way out here. We're six hundred years out." It wasn't just her being alive that was shocking — it was location.]
ryderonthestorm: (002)

[personal profile] ryderonthestorm 2017-05-01 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Alec Ryder, former N7, massive fuckup and pariah, etc etc. Yeah, he's gone.

Thanks, though.


[ Daddy issues? Well, duh. But that's neither here nor there. She takes a moment to breathe, and read what else the illustrious Commander Shepard has to say to her. ]

I'll admit, I've never been good at reading the fine print. Also, was kinda having a panic attack when I first showed up. So yeah, the abridged version might be a good idea.

... I guess that WOULD explain why I can't contact my ship, crew, or friendly brain-buddy AI.



pocketspa: (« [Unimpressed] Congratulations I guess)

taako taaco | the adventure zone

[personal profile] pocketspa 2017-05-01 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
i. network

hey so hail and well met and everything
question for all of you
what the fuck is all this?

i mean seriously ive read all your pamphlets and stuff and that's cool but frankly ive been through the wringer lately and i was really lookin forward to takin some taako time and not doing... whatever this is
my union-regulated break or something

also magnus, merle, if you're here, hit a partner up
im finding someplace for a nap pronto


ii. escoria

[There is nothing about this place that doesn't suck.

First, it's freezing. Second, he got dumped off a boat. Third, his cloak is wet and heavy and it's not doing him any favors now, even as he sits on the shore. Usually, getting dragged through the mud is all in a day's work, but the point is that it's work. He'll do plenty of things for money. But now he has to sit here bedraggled and disgusting for free, and it's wearing on him.

The real problem is that he's certain the water's playing tricks on him. He knows illusory magic, things that aren't quite there, but there's a certain call to it he can't place, something familiar he feels he's on the cusp of understanding, but never quite. And because of it, he hasn't left. He hasn't gone closer... but he won't leave.

After all, he's only ever seeing his own reflection. Isn't it?]
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counterblows: (϶ they say quitters never win)

[personal profile] counterblows 2017-05-01 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes. Okay. So that's a...pretty sizable gap in his memory then, huh? 'Cause none of this is ringing any bells, though it's certainly ringing his ears, though that could simply be the lingering tone of Sidewinder coming apart at the seams, the machine-gun rattle of bullets impacting the ice and kicking up snow.

The metallic hiss of the memory unit shunt, and the shrill electronic crackle of the Meta slamming it through that slit of reflective gold.]


All right.

[He's...

Tired.

He's tired. He's tired, and at this point, he can only wearily accept that this might be true. Maybe this is where people like him go, post death, because the Meta has the force-mods and the power to punch a man's head off, and he honestly can't remember if that was the sort of thing that would've happened to him or not.]


How long ago was I...here, then?
armcollector: (well loved man about town)

i

[personal profile] armcollector 2017-05-01 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
TAAKO!
i cant believe youre complaining right now i just turned into a woodman and then DIED so
hahaha
i was on my way to find you and merle when i ended up here
oh and i know you were really worried about this, but steven's fine!!
not sure about the voidfish though
is merle not with you?
nyx_it: (making out we got the radio on)

[personal profile] nyx_it 2017-05-01 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
There you go.

[Being turian and all, smiling isn't really in her face's ability. But her head tilts slightly, and there's an upward cant to her words. It's there.]

Besides. Tech like this out here -- someone's got to be maintaining it, right? Maybe it's got a schedule somewhere.
nyx_it: (you're gonna miss me when i'm gone)

[personal profile] nyx_it 2017-05-01 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I get that a lot.

[But of course, there's the tone of someone trying to downplay that fact. Downplay the ah -- smuggling bit, to a Council Spectre. Even if they're not in the Milky Way, or the Heleus Cluster.]

[She shrugs, attention dropping to her omni-tool. Tapping a few keys. It looks that way, at least. But it's more of a deflection again.]


What draws anyone to a new place? New galaxy? Adventure. Right?
welcomeprofessor: (⛒ how will i know)

[personal profile] welcomeprofessor 2017-05-01 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
The...house. [It's offered so casually that it throws him right off. The kind of casual that, again, he never imagined he would hear aloud. Twenty years ago, he'd been more charmed than surprised, before everything had turned upside down. It's been long enough to blunt the resulting anger (and incidentally, the betrayal after that as well).

But it has not been near long enough to hear that, and understand it in the way it's given to him. Jean had stated as much, and he'd already struggled to comprehend it then.]


Forgive me, Erik, I just never imagined I'd--

[But they both know that, don't they?]

What made you decide to take that on?
pocketspa: (« [Worried] j u n e b u g)

[personal profile] pocketspa 2017-05-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
why wouldnt i be complaining we just got done getting kidnapped somewhere ridiculous and

wait merle's not with you????


[shhhhhhhiiiiiiit]

he was just here
i mean before all this

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