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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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[Call him crazy, but Carl has a few good reasons for almost jumping out of his shoes when the man speaks next to him. One, the guy sounds like Merle, and two, much to his surprise, looks exactly like Merle if jumped into a bucket of blue paint. While he knows people can be brought here alive, he knows very well that it isn't who thinks he's seeing. It's just not the way he sees it happening. So this is indeed his first look-a-like experience. And he is taking it in strides with his one eye wide and a boggled expression unfortunately stuck on his face.]

Uh, I know that. Just kinda- [well, never mind what he was thinking.] Maybe not my brightest idea.

[Yondu seems pretty satisfied when Carl returns to his rightful perch, but then he watches him with too-keen... eye. And it's pretty wide, too.]

What's wrong with you, boy? Looks like you seen a ghost.

[And then, bless his heart, he swivels to look behind him into the mist in case he missed something. No? Nothing as far as he can tell. So instead his set of red tinged irises scan the ocean around them.]

I think there's somethin' down there.

Probably not somethin' I wanna get too well acquainted with.

[On the other hand, this kid is not satisfied. How anyone could continue to sound (over and above looking) like the same person he once knew was above his understanding, was continuing to through him for a loop. It was as if he were staring at a ghost.

It would be at least another fraction of a second before he blinks himself out of it, shaking his head.]

N-not exactly. [Or.] Well, you just really look like someone I used to know. Sound like him too. [He adds a shrug to make it seem as if he is not as phased by it anymore, even if he totally is. It was a totally normal everyday occurrence, after all. Right? Right.

Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the subject switches on to something else. Carl knows there's a risk being on the boat like with most things he's accustomed to, but that seems like an odd thing for the guy to say.]

How do you know that? You have super human seeing or something? [Though he is accustomed to people having abilities far above human standards.]

[Yondu hasn't had the face twin experience yet, so instead he feels a glimmer of pity for the poor kid. Maybe. Unless-]

Was he an asshole?

Well, was he an asshole that was an actual problem to you. [Because there were plenty of assholes that were good upstanding people despite their sphinctery nature.]

[He tips his head towards the water, watching a dark shape flit by far beneath the surface.] I reckon Centaurian hearing's about the same as Terran. But you don't gotta try too hard to know somethin' better at swimmin' in damn cold water than us has taken an interest to the bottom of our boat.

[Yondu may not know it but that kind of is like a trick question.]

Uh, yeah. He was an asshole. Never did anything to me, but he never did anything to help anyone but himself until just before he died. [Merle was an enigma and to this day Carl still had a weird combination of zero to an ounce of respect for him.

His eye follows where the centaurian's goes, easily spotting the same dark shape in the water. He frowns a little at the comment because his depth perception sort of does make it tricky to notice things sometimes. It's more at himself for not taking care to notice things better than at the actual comment though. Terran's not a term he's ever heard either, but he safely assumes it means human.]

Maybe your hearing is just be a little better. [He reasons away, not wanting to admit his mistake to a stranger.] And I don't know much about big fish, but we have to do something about it. Think shooting it will help or make it angry? [His eye turns from the water to Yondu as he asks the question. He's not exactly looking at him for the answers, but rather some suggestions and what the other might be carrying to help fight the deep sea creature. But it's easy to make the mistake.

All Carl has on him is one gun most would call a relic on this planet so.]

[Well... He guesses the kid isn't wrong. That's not all that different from him. He'll accept that. So he 'hms' with a shrug, reasons he's pretty okay with looking like some asshole, and tips to look down again.]

[Hopefully, he won't start some interstellar incident. Pain in the ass when those go down. So it's best he not hit the thing.]

[Yondu pulls open his jacket and whistles, causing a metal arrow to flick up and over in the air. Lower teeth press against top lip for a shrill sort of noise and it shoots off, down into the water, before it emerges with a spatter of drops. It moves around with Yondu's melody, sharp high notes and low notes before he catches the thing beside his head.]

[It's returned to his belt as one single fish floats to the surface, a hole through it.]

Figure that oughta scare it off. What happened to ya, boy, to cause you them problems. [The question is blunt as hell but it's gonna be a long slow boat ride otherwise.]

[That's something maybe he should be thinking more about. Having almost been part of one internal incident already with freeing slaves a while back, you would think he would be more aware they can happen with almost anything. But the problem - it's just a big fish. Carl's not exactly thinking it's more than that when he pulls his gun out in a reactionary moment.

Thankfully one of them is thinking about it? Rules and other laws of the civilized world are things he still has to learn all over again.

Thankfully, he doesn't have a chance to use his gun. Catching his attention instead is the arrows that Yondu seems to bring to life with a whistle. He can't understand how but one minute the arrow zips into the water and the next springs out of it. The only explanation that comes to mind is alien technology and he admits he is impressed to himself.

He opens his mouth to ask how that even happened, but closes it and makes a perturbed face at inquiry that makes him miss his chance.]

What problems? [Of course he jumps to the conclusion the man is mostly referring to his face and how it happened. Either way, he's not so impressed anymore.]

[He is, gesturing to the eye.] Don't take it personal. I got a man on my crew that ain't got no eye. Few of 'em got missin' limbs. Losin' shit happens a lot in our line of work. I'm pretty lucky I still got my own parts.

[But he's not exactly polite or gentle about it either. It's such a commonplace thing, why not ask after all? He might actually not have asked if they weren't on a boat with a long, uncomfortable ride and he needed to make some sort of conversation.]

[This kid looks to be older than Peter was when he picked him up, but not by much.]

[It's too late not to take it personal. It's never been his favorite subject. And the people he's seen with missing limbs have been few and far between to really find it anything but a disfigurement.

He purses his lips, reluctantly answering the question.]

It's nothing like that. I was just friends with the wrong person. Couldn't keep himself together in the end. The dead walk where I'm from so not everyone can handle it.

[By the sounds of it, he is bitter about it. Ron was probably one of greatest regrets for not being able to see what was happening to him and helping or stopping him. In any case, he stops before he shares too much. It doesn't feel completely odd sharing with someone who looks like somebody he used to know, but he knows better than to share too much.

This kid seems to be a little colder than most.]

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