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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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⋆ Phanos is classified as Exploration Class (EC) and is open to all travelers. The dry heat on the planet is overwhelming, but it's important that as many people as possible visit so that scientists can track down the origin of a strong signal pulsing somewhere on the planet. Its frequency indicates that if it is found, Ingress engineers may be able to hone in on people's signatures to send them home. However, frequent dust storms on the planet's surface are causing interference. It is strongly advised that investigators visit in groups—and keep their mouths closed!

⋆ Between dust storms, at the ege of the sandy plains, travelers will notice a series of pyramid-like structures. The smallest ones are just a few feet high, and the largest reach as high as ten-story buildings. Those who press on will find the terrain more difficult, as they must trek through increasingly dense clusters of pyramids of all sizes. Eventually, the pyramid 'forest' clears to reveal the largest pyramid of all, the size of a small mountain. Its peak is guarded by nests of griffin-like creatures which are no larger than a medium-sized dog. Those with combat skills should be in no danger, unless a whole nest attacks at once!

⋆ Multiple stone doors built into the top of the pyramid lead into a surprising space: a sleek lab, filled with incredibly advanced technology. Scientists, engineers and techies could happily spend years studying the equipment and deciphering the data it contains. But in the darkest corners, there's a quiet chittering...are the travelers really alone?

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[ There's a feeling that comes over most people when Mantis is sifting through their minds — of sudden ripples in dark water, or the rustling of dead leaves. An unease, like the sensation of eyes on your back when you know you're completely alone. He could go in without a trace, he's long since perfected that, but he'd rather leave his victims jittery and looking over their shoulders, unable to quite trust themselves.

That's his story, at least. And anyway, there's no one around this place to accuse him of simply being too damned lazy for surgical precision, is there? It's for the best, probably; an unmotivated psychic is a less dangerous than usual psychic. So what if Mantis is doing the clairvoyant equivalent of channel surfing? There must be something here that can hold his interest. If not, he'll just have to provide his own entertainment.

So: you're all alone in this corridor in the Ingress Complex, but you swear you can almost hear the dry rasp of someone else's breathing. There's a nagging tug inside your head, and an old memory stirs — somewhere or someone that you haven't seen in a long time. And a silent whisper at the back of your mind, in a voice that could be your own: ]

You're a very long way from home.

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I've heard that space is a terrible place to die.
So few of us will ever be lucky enough to find out.

Show of hands: have any of you tested it?
(On others or on yourselves. I welcome all perspectives.)

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[ ANYTHING GOES. What would be the most inconvenient possible time for a bored psychic asshole to go spelunking in your brain, because that's probably what's gonna happen. ]

[Oh, he's telling himself that. He's telling himself that so hard.]

You might want to get your ears checked, then.

[It's a feeling that Liquid knows well, something that had never left his memory, that he thought he'd never experience again. Especially not after heading towards the complex to just take a look and see if anyone interesting has shown up.

Living in a tree can be boring sometimes, go figure.

And while he can't be one hundred percent sure it's not just his brain telling him what he wants to remember, he tries to keep it cool. He doesn't turn around, doesn't look, doesn't try to find a source for the voice. He stays where he is, takes a deep breath, and smirks.]

I could say the same for you, couldn't I?

It was only friendly advice, Eli. No need to take offence.

You might want to get your advice checked as well.

[ Dramatic as ever, aren't we? Mantis can feel that twinge of doubt, faint as it is, and it's the kind of irritating little thing that makes him want to show off. Petty? Absolutely. But, really — as if he could ever be mistaken for anything else. The lights dim and flicker, the shadows curl— and then there he is, hovering theatrically just in front of Liquid. ]

I have nowhere more important to be.

[ In a lazy, amused tone, with an equally airy splay of his thin hands, as if this is the sort of thing that happens every day. Let's just sidestep the embarrassing "death" thing. ]

[After over a year in space, and a few others as an arm trying to take over an old cowboy/torture fetishist, it's not very hard to imagine it as wishful thinking. But it soon becomes pretty obvious, even before Mantis comes into view and removes even the tiniest bit of doubt.

Hell, this kind of used to be the kind of thing that happened every day. It's like a blast from the past of normalcy... for people who aren't quite so normal.]

I suppose neither do I, at this point.

[Soon enough, his posture becomes a bit more casual, his smile a bit more genuine. A bit.]

I know you're going to just hate the sentimentality of this, but bloody hell I missed you. [Not like he needed to say it, of course, since his mind's already been thinking it.]

[Transistor? Red shudders, one delicate hand coming up to hold her jacket closer shut near to her neck. It's not his voice this time but she hears it all the time here, knowing he's not here, but desperately missing his constant presence and imagining what he might say. It was more than his direction, his suggestions, his keen observations or even poetic turn of phrase now and again. Red misses that consuming presence and she feels so alone here.

She hardly recognizes her own voice anymore, even if she does have it back, and to her hearing someone else in her head is more than plausible: it's likely.

Transistor, is that you? she wonders. She'd never had to speak to him before, with or without a voice. Red didn't think he could read her thoughts or any such. It was just that he'd known her as someone only wishes they could know themselves, so deeply and so real.

The memory that surfaces is when she arrived at Highrise, the night after her concert. All the buildings white, blocks, sterile, altered. She had felt fear then but also anger, an overwhelming anger she'd never felt before in her life. That's what scared her more than the Process which had destroyed so much of her city. The Process wasn't just a disease, it changed people. She didn't want it to change her.

I miss you, she thinks, only slowly opening her eyes. We were supposed to go to the Country together. I wasn't supposed to come here. I don't mind being far away from home but not here, not without you.]

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The explorers were a small group. Red hadn't said a word to anyone, only silently marveled at the expanse of sun blazed dunes, wind howled dust devils, and now the bleached forest of rock pyramids. Under her breath and surely too quiet for anyone to notice, she hummed to the tune of the wind whipping through the labyrinth of structures. Red wondered if someone made them, or if they were natural, or even a digital construction Process.

Not the later, she decided with a smile hidden behind the scarf covering her face from the nose down. They were too alive, too beautiful to be a Process.

Red was so busy internalizing the melody of the echoing wind that she didn't notice the others were scattering to seek shelter by the nearest pyramid. When she did notice, her eyes grew wide, for the size not of the modest pyramid they were huddled against but by the magnitude of the storm coming towards them. It was a behemoth. The breath of the world...

Luckily the nearest person to her was close enough that it distracted her, and she moved with them to also seek shelter.

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[Red's used to technology but the technology here is so far different from that which she's used to. It's all so cold here, impersonal, separated from herself and everyone else like a metal chime unsettled by the wind rather than a warm breath joining a breeze. She spends a great deal of time thinking before she sends out a message. Red wonders, is she the chime, the wind, the breath, or the breeze?

And which will answer her?]

Bruised knuckles on wood shown
Why don't you look inside
You think it'll answer for you
Like we're meant to collide

My answers are my own
When the knocking dies out
That door will stay shut
Ringing echoes of doubt

Your fears tears in a downpour
I don't hear them anymore
You'll never look inside
Fearing bruises against the door

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The storm came out of no where, in all honesty, he could have just been so deep in his own head that he didn't recognize the shifting winds. The possibility was high as Axel just didn't seem to have it together. He was wandering in this place for unknown reasons, following a group of unknown people, and got caught up in a maze of unknown corridors in which he couldn't rightly transport out of. Likely because in this world(s) he wasn't accustomed to and the world wasn't connected to any of the other worlds he's previously been, thus the gateway was closed to him until it was opened. Or, the keyhole was closed until the familiar wave of darkness wafted through space and busted the door wide open like some suspicious overreacting parent trying to catch their little Jimmy being naughty with the neighborhood cat.

Psychopaths were made from less traumatic circumstances. Or so he would argue.

In any case, he was suddenly being guided by a short blinding red-head woman into a nook for cover as a wash of dust threatened to bury them. Yet, in that moment, he had to focus on her hair than anything because in his experience only he could pull of that shade of red and he was threatened--

his unresolved identity issues was threatened by her shade of red. He didn't have much of an identity, honestly, outside his good looks. There just wasn't much inside of him to get past the superficial impressions. It took a few minutes before he put the hair-business to rest, for now, and focused then on his surroundings.

"Lame. Hasn't anyone got a broom in this world?"

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Her hand was over the scarf covering her nose and mouth, her eyes wide as she watched the storm on their doorstep. When the dust and noise become overwhelming she closed her eyes and turned her face away, wondering how long it would last, wondering if there was a broom function Process...

Broom?

Red peeked her eyes open a sliver, eyebrows gently furrowing as she looked at the young man with whom she'd hurried to this nook with. Her gaze went up to his hair and under the scarf she smiled. In fact she didn't just smile, she silently laughed. The wind shifted enough that dust wasn't flying in at them for a moment, and she was able to open her eyes wider to get a better look at him.

She reached up and pinched a wayward curl of her own bright red hair, tilt her head, and even though her mouth was hidden the smile reached her eyes.

When the storm kicked up dust into the nook Axel brought his hands up to bring the hood of his black leather trench coat to cover his hair. Outside his charming good looks, he was thin, lean and tall with thick leather gloves, long coat, and thick boots--all black. An unimaginative outfit as all of the Organization XIII wore the same robes. Well, it didn't matter here, being that he was the only one in this world from his world--(s) for that matter.

The wave of sand scrapping across the earth and rock made it nearly impossible to hear even himself, which at that point what was the use of talking?

He caught sight of her pulling at her hair and he gave her a small shake of his head, a grin to his lips. "Yeah, yeah.. two peas in a pod."

[so what the techs had said was true. she can't help but be intrigued.]

It does not. But I would hear about the time after Great War if you would tell me. Knowledge is never unwelcome.

[there's a pause before she answers. she has to think carefully about this.]

I have not heard that name before. The year was 1918, if that helps.

But it is nice to meet you as well. What shall I call you?

Me of all—

[Oh. Oh. Nate stares at her for a long moment, then cracks up.]

Oh, my god. That's great. That's perfect. Isha, you are such a nerd.

Sorry to tell you this, but I don't know—Argon? Argonia? Never been there, anyway. We've had a few empires where I'm from.

[But no lizard people, so clearly, different worlds.]

Magic and alchemy both seem pretty cool to me. Aside from the one time, I've never been able to use either—mostly I get by with my wits. And a gun, when it's necessary.

You mean the whole hacker-thief-engineer bit didn't give it away?

[And he'll never know Q was named after an ancient radio show.]

I wear all of these fashionable things to distract how big of a nerd I am.

[The grin implies that's not the case but why not make some fun out if it.]

1918... Yeah. Yeah, they wouldn't have called it that then, I don't think. But I'm no history expert.

Shiro. I'm Shiro. If there's anything I can help with, I will -- I've been here a while by now.

Oh, well.

[ She lets out a soft snort. ]

Back home I didn't live past the end of the war. So I don't really know, other than what I've been told by others who were there and have come here. I know everything I did to help win the war for humanity did jack shit, though. So that feels good.

Please, don't give me that look. You'd be mortified if everyone knew about it. I'm just one of the special ones.

[He clearly is, given the gift of Barkley. Nate's grin shifts into a fond smile.]

It's been too long, you know that? I haven't had anyone else to gossip with.

How is that possible? No one else on this bloody... whatever it is now loves to gossip?

[Something is very wrong and she doesn't believe this is possible.

Q now finally takes notice of Nate, and he starts bounding up to him, barking happily.]

There's a lot to tell you, honestly. It's not the same out there without a partner in crime.

Black Marsh. It's -- it's called Black Marsh. Where Argonians come from.

[He's back to scratching at the scales under his chin. He could go on, mention Cyrodiil. But if this human has never seen or heard of an Argonian before then... well.]

[That's a waste of breath.]

Oh alchemy. It's -- really not that hard! When you know the ingredients -- oh and um. Don't just. Eat them to test them, that's bad. [Speaking from experience here.] What is a gun?

[ Venom can't needle Ocelot for the things that he knows to be difficult to handle, which is where his misguided empathy plays a part, again. None of them need to be handled delicately, least of all Venom, but he can appreciate that information is best delegated to bite-size details. ]

No. As far as I know, we kept up the neutrality.

[ 'As far as Venom knows', of course. He won't deign to speak on Ocelot's behalf, but he can hazard a bit of a guess.

He rolls his shoulders, as if to grind his gears back into place. ]

...You're gonna be alright?

[ well. if nothing else, that was a relief. still, it didn't change the other facts. especially one in particular.

he needs more information.

at Venom's question, he shrugs. even if he were actually 'John', and not just 'Big Boss', this was one situation where he wasn't sure he'd reveal his true thoughts. no need to let anyone else know his weaknesses. ]

I'll manage.

[ he always does. ]

[ Eli are you sure that you're not actually 12? ]

I suppose some things never change.

[ ~~this is why you're not high up on his lists of "favourite snakes"~~ ]

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he is precious btw :D

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thank you!! and also thank you for helping voicetest him

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