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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 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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[ A part of her wants to be obstinant and refuse to talk to him anymore. That part of her that's still hurt, even feeling a little betrayed. But she turns and goes towards his office. No one has really been in it since he left. She opens the door without lifting a finger to do so, walking right in. Her arms are crossed in front of her now and she remains silent as she goes over to one of the windows and opts to look out of that than at him. ]

[Even if he hadn't spent the better part of the last decade watching over distraught teenagers, he had also been one once. Regardless of however "hard that is to believe" that he'd started to hear in university and onward. Her emotions are, perhaps, plainer than she wants them to be. In her place, he thinks he would feel just as deserted, and hurt worse to not be known by someone who should know.

He gives her a short moment to sulk, and then turns to face the window and her, even if he cannot have as much in return. Even if, perhaps, he may not deserve it.]

There is not an apology I can give that will sound genuine, but Jean, however this has happened, I am sorry. [He doesn't need to understand the situation to know this needs to be said.]

[ Her arms tighten against each other and she knows he doesn't deserve her to be this way towards him. But after the fight with Peter and then both him and Logan leaving, she can't help feeling a bit resentful, all things considered.

Still. Her resolve feels like it's weakening. The same with how she's been giving the new Logan the silent treatment ever since he arrived. She continues to look out the window without seeing what was outside. ]

I just don't understand why you would do that... Why you would suddenly leave us.

[He wishes he understood just as much as she does. The school is the closest thing he has left to family, and he has always been aware of how shared the sentiment can be. The attempt at providing a safe, accepting sanctuary--in his experience--has always tended to engender those feelings in more ways than one.

Charles has only ever walked away once. It had involved a complex level of failure, loss after unexpected loss, and unless Jean is referring to a similar breakdown, he doubts it was willing. Or so he would very much like to think.]

That I believe we share. You must believe that I wish I had the answer for you.

[Well, that's not quite true. She must nothing. She has an experience that he does not want to diminish (as much as he might wish this isn't the case). And even the smallest change in a timeline can alter everything, he knows this much. But if this is the case, what happened?]

Did you notice anything beforehand? Anything strange?

[ Softly, almost tired, ]

I want to.

[ She wants to believe it. And not purely because of the bond they share as telepaths. She shakes her head, slowly, thinking back to the days before he was gone. ]

No. Nothing that stood out then or now. You didn't even tell Erik you were leaving.

[He takes a long moment to consider that. It has been years since he's even trusted himself to speak to Erik, let alone consider that the man could be convinced of anything but his violent, sometimes-righteously embittered agenda. The idea that he should have told Erik anything, repeated now for emphasis, is...

Well, it should be encouraging. All it leaves him with are even more questions than he already has. Erik is here? Here? They've been on decent enough speaking terms to consider this? That Jean considered this?

He sighs softly.]

I did leave, once. The circumstances were far different, of course. Everything was then, the same way everything feels too big when you're young. [Pointed, perhaps, but it isn't wrong.]

But there is not a day that goes by that I don't regret it. Whatever has happened, I have to believe he... I must have had a very good reason.

[ Jean, being from the later point in time than most, knows what kind of person Erik is. He was also close to Charles, asking him seemed natural after she managed to get up the gumption to do so.

She continues to look out the window as he speaks and her heart aches as she listens, closing her eyes and seeing those flashes of memory Laura showed her, however brief.

She keeps them locked away behind the walls she set up between herself and Charles. She reaches up to rub her eyes again. ]

You wouldn't know but... they put you in cryo on the ship. When we were still on the ship. I-I couldn't even feel your mind when they did that. For months I had no idea you were there. It was like receiving static.

[ She doesn't even know why she's saying this. But she wants him to know, her reaction isn't for nothing. That it's been a long line of heartache when it comes to dealing with him in this universe. ]

Jean...I--

[He doesn't really know what to say. His voice has grown weary, small even, in tandem with the sorrow he feels hanging heavy in the air between them. Those shields are worrisome alone, but every revelation only seems to be worse than the last.

In truth, what can he even say? To deny it is foolhardy: it isn't his truth to erase, nor his experience to secondhandedly demean. To continue to press upon the "well I'd never" only seems tone deaf and born out of a desperation to save face for--granted--something he doesn't rightly remember. If he'd been in a facsimile of her place, would he have accepted the same plea from his own parents? Not likely. In the end, this isn't really about him, but what Jean feels.

And that is where he finally settles.]

I can't imagine what that feels like.

[Well, he can. He's not a stranger to loss. But that isn't the point.]

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lmfao ignore the last, pls.

i will never ignore u 8U

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