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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. The techs and others in the facility seem strangely frazzled and tired, but if asked, they reassure you that nothing is wrong, the danger has passed and everyone is all right now.

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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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[ York mirrors the motion, reaching out and gripping North's other shoulder. If nothing else the other man can feel the weight of it, the reassurance that he's real and here. ]

We are quite well. Yourselves?

Yeah, how are you, man? I missed you.

We're fine. I've been.. "informed" that there are some timeline discrepancies going on.

[Wash is not a friendly cat right now. Tex is, at least.]

It's been almost a year since I've seen you, it's... really, really good to. I missed you, too.

...you ran into Wash already, huh?

[ They probably had similar conversations with the other man. ]

I know. We looked for you, but being on the run... I wish we could've met up, I really do.

[North shakes his head.]

It's probably better that it was here, right? No orders to decide whether to follow, and no consequences for that decision chasing us down. No risk in seeing each other.

Orders?

[ York lets go of North's shoulder, confused. ]

I figured we could have run together. Maybe stood a better chance against... everything.

... Right. I didn't mean for us.

[Re: orders, anyway.]

I should probably warn you about that. Maine's here.

[He doesn't want to touch too much on the idea of running with York. He'd have preferred it vastly, he thinks, and that's not something he should voice too much. If York had been with them, he's not sure if South would have kept that persist, and if South hadn't... that would have been one hell of a fight.]

Maine, or...?

[ He doesn't even want to think about what he'd have to do if it was the Meta. He can feel Delta at the back of his mind, see the hologram stand up a little straighter out of the corner of his eye. ]

Maine.

[North casts a glance over at Theta; clearly it was not a particularly happy meeting for the kid. He seems alright now, though, which is proof enough of their safety.]

I made sure of that. The last thing he remembers is being hit by the sniper. He still has the briefcase from that mission.

[Not stated, but implied: He can still talk.]

Okay. I mean, good. That's. [ York breathes out, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. ] It'll be good to see him again.

North, what's... the last thing you remember?

Being on the run with South.

[He answers quickly, and with clarity. He's been going over these details in his head to make sure he's on the right track.]

We'd left right about when you did, it's been almost a year.

[ Okay. So he'd been fine. As if his having Theta wasn't enough proof of that, York's just... nervous. He hadn't taken news of his own death very well. Was still dealing with it... he certainly wasn't past North's.

He nods, and is glad he's wearing a helmet so North can't see his relief. ]

Why don't you come back to my place? I'll call out of work, make us some coffee and we can catch up.

[He laughs a little.]

What, taking off work for little ol' me? You don't have to do that, York, I'm not going anywhere.

[He wants him to, though. Pretty badly, if he's honest.]

I want to, though. It's been too long.

[ He turns, beckoning North after him. ]

I'm back this way.

[He shakes his head at Theta dissipates in a little firework, something North appears to take note of in the way he pauses when it happens. Then he moves after York, following him as he goes.]

I guess, if you insist.

[Like he has to be dragged or something.]

This is me insisting.

[ He'll drag if necessary, but North seems to be following now. York leads him back down to the residential levels, and keys in the code to open his door.

It's a tiny place, more like a suite. A currently pulled-out couch, a table with two armchairs, a kitchenette, a bed behind a divider wall. York pulls off his helmet once they're inside, setting it on a low dresser and turning to North with a smile. ]

It's not much, but make yourself at home.

It's more than a bunk room.

[Or an empty room with a cot.]

This is pretty nice, York. [He sounds genuinely impressed, looking around the room before his eyes settle on the couch.]

Got a guest?

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It is that. I like it, but I think there are enough of us now that I could try talking people into renting a house with me.

[ On the run he was lucky if he had more than an empty room, and now he's thinking about houses... maybe wishfully, but still.

Oh. Right. ]

Yeah, Wash has been crashing here. You can too, if you want, my bed's big enough. And it's nicer than the free cots.

[ Right, coffee. Or getting out of his armor, since he's not going to work today. Decisions, decisions. ]

[... Ah.]

Y'know, I think that might not go too well.

[North may have condemned himself to a life of cots for the foreseeable future.]

It wouldn't be for long, he wants out anyway. I'm setting him up with a job so he can get his own place.

[ Don't leave, North ;o; ]

What happened, anyway?

Buddy, I'm sorry, but Wash does not wanna see me.

[It's said with a slight laugh, though if it's out of hurt feelings or exasperation or trying to make light of something, it's hard to tell.]

I promised to stay out of his way.

He said the same thing to me at first. He'll get over it.

[ York rubs his neck, sets water to boil and starts stripping out of his armor. ]

It's that we didn't come back for him, isn't it?

... Yeah.

[He sighs, and settles into a chair to start doing the same for himself. Off goes the helmet, the shoulder pieces, the chestpiece.]

You know I would have. I didn't want to leave him.

Same. But going back alone... was a death sentence for me and D. I couldn't. Maybe if I'd found you guys...

[ He sighs, setting down another piece of armor. ]

No use thinking about it now, but I think he believed me when I apologized.

I tried to apologize. I don't know if it made it through. I'll have to try again when he's more receptive to it, I guess...

[Pretty soon he's down to the legs. The skinsuit is nice enough cover on its own.]

Stay for dinner at least, we'll see what he does. He's... unpredictable, now. But he's still Wash.

[ York eyes North, not so subtly taking in his condition. How's life on the run been to him? ]

You wanna borrow something? We've always been about the same size.

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