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thisavrou_ooc2017-07-18 09:58 pm
tdm 19
test drive meme
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.
welcome to thisavrou
escoria
⋆ 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.
FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION
no subject
... I have mine, Maine. And from what I remember, you're supposed to have yours. York and Wyoming, too.
[That hand moves down to pat Maine's chestpiece over the bullet hole.]
I remember when this happened. And because of that, I know what they've been telling me is true. Wherever you got pulled from... it's not the same time I did. And I can prove that.
no subject
[ Finally, there's a slight inclination of his helmet. Go on. ]
no subject
[He speaks the name gently, and after a pause of considerable hesitation, the A.I. construct presents himself through projection.]
Are you sure about this, North..?
It's fine, Theta. I know he's big and scary, but he's good people.
[He always was. Even if his methods weren't the cleanest, he was always doing them for the right reasons in his head. They all were.]
no subject
[ North calls him "big and scary," and Maine doesn't object. He keeps his eyes on Theta. This isn't something that an enemy would give North. Nor is it something that North could have received quickly. It would have taken time. Research. Resources. It would have taken the Mother of Invention, and the Director himself.
[ After a long moment of consideration, Maine speaks. ]
Small.
[ To be fair, most things are small to Maine. But the fact that he's taking the time to comment on the A.I.'s size is significant. He's decided to take North at his word. He's decided to trust him.
[ They're from different times. However the fuck that works. ]
no subject
They're all about this size. And they're pretty impressive, actually. He runs the shield generator for me. Does a great job, too.
[There's a little, approving noise from Theta; he's proud, clearly. North looks up at Maine again, and after a moment, he nods in confirmation of their status. They've reached an understanding.]
... They're gonna come talk to you soon, alright? They've got these little communication devices, they're gonna ask you to take a picture and give them a name. I want you to give them Augusta.
no subject
[ Then North tells him what to call himself, and Maine grunts in disapproval. "Augusta"? No way. ]
Girl's name.
[ He's not calling himself Augusta. That's stupid and North is stupid for suggesting it. ]
no subject
Seriously, Maine. I don't want you using a name someone we don't like might recognize. I'm using Bismarck. People we want to find us will know what we mean.
no subject
[ Fuck that, it reads. Let 'em come. I'll take them out.
[ Agent Maine has always preferred brute force to stealth. ]
no subject
No. This is the recon stage, Maine, we have to stay low.
no subject
[ Have you seen me? I don't do "low." ]
no subject
Don't give me that, this is for communication over a device. Until we know more about what's going on, we're sticking to aliases nobody knows.
no subject
[ Even so, he has to ask: ]
Augusta?
[ Why that? He doesn't want that. It's stupid. ]
no subject
[We're making a pattern, buddy, come on. Work with me.]
You'll be fine, it's not the end of the world. C'mon, I'm changing mine too.
no subject
Nerd.
[ Who actually remembers such a random bit of Earth geography? North, apparently.
[ Declaration aside, Maine is done objecting. He'll be "Augusta." He won't like it, but he'll do it. ]
no subject
[He pats the side of his helmet, and turns to go pick up his TAB.]
We should talk to the techs and get you set up.
no subject
[ He won't be laughing at the medical workup. Especially if it involves needles.
[ Have fun with that, North. ]