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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.
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[ 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. ]
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Y'know, I think that might not go too well.
[North may have condemned himself to a life of cots for the foreseeable future.]
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[ Don't leave, North ;o; ]
What happened, anyway?
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[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.
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[ 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?
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[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.
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[ He sighs, setting down another piece of armor. ]
No use thinking about it now, but I think he believed me when I apologized.
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[Pretty soon he's down to the legs. The skinsuit is nice enough cover on its own.]
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[ 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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[North's taller, by a tiny bit, but York's broader. It tends to even out in their clothes, and that hasn't changed; if anything, North's gotten leaner.]
Wouldn't mind some real clothes.
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[ He hopes Wash rolls with it, though, he wants to keep North near.
York strips off the last piece of his armor and gets his boots off, then heads into the bedroom area to get them both some clothes. He's been on Thisavrou for awhile now, he's got plenty to share. Not the least reason being that laundry is a pain and he's got so much expendable income... he's got some nice stuff. ]
Here. These are a little long on me, should be perfect for you.
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Gee, it's almost like you hoped I'd be coming.
[He gives him a little grin, reaching up to mess up his hair before he heads to that bedroom area to get dressed. Just in case Wash comes home, he doesn't want to be naked.]
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[ As much as he might protest the hair fussing, he's grinning. And he has no such dilemma about changing -- they've seen each other in the locker rooms plenty, he just unzips his suit and swaps it for regular clothes. ]
I hope you know as soon as you're dressed you're getting a hug. Stall if necessary.
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[He calls from bedside, where he's slipping out of the skinsuit to put the clothes on. It gets stuck on his fee a little--always does--but he's out of it soon and putting the pants on first.]
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[ You're not getting out of it, man. Hugs are happening. York pulls his shirt over his head and gathers up his armor while North finishes changing, coming into the bedroom area to put it in its designated closet. He gets a glimpse of North shirtless, and yeah, he's definitely leaner than he used to be. ]
I've gotta feed you, geez.
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[Goddamn, he's missed him.]
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[ He has disposable income and knows all the best takeout places around the complex.
But first things first. It's a little awkward with North staring at him but York steps in and hugs him, nudging one arm under North's and hooking the other over his shoulder for a good firm hold. North is warm and solid and real and inexplicably here, where sometimes things get crazy but for the most part they're better than home. He hopes this lasts. ]
Hug back, man, don't make it weird.
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[As soon as York is complaining, those arms are around him and hugging even tighter than he is. They're actually relatively safe here, aren't they? They're not being hunted. Theta and Delta aren't being threatened.
[They're okay.
[The relief as it washes over him is almost palpable. He needed this more than he thought he did.]
... You're really here, aren't you? We both are.
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[ Everyone needed some convincing at first, York included. He'd had an easier time, maybe, having gotten here through what he thought was a teleporter, but it was still a pretty wild concept. A portal to different worlds, different dimensions, different times. He jokes weakly: ]
If it's not I'm gonna be really pissed off when I wake up, but I've been here awhile now. Too long for it to not be real.
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[The world owes most of them, he thinks. For York, who gave and gave and got nothing but pain in return, he thinks it owes a bit more.
[He's not letting go yet.]
I'm real, though. We made it, all four of us.
[You, me, and the A.I. constructs we put our asses on the line to save.]
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[ He's not sure how Carolina will take North's arrival, but at least he knows it'll be better than Wash's welcome. York'll call her in a bit, give her a heads up. ]
I'm definitely renting a house.
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[North says this like they won't be his misfits very, very soon. He was always a sort of caretaker of the team; he doesn't plan on stopping that any time soon.
[He finally starts relenting his grip, though, satisfied that York won't disappear when he lets go.]
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[ Yeah, okay, he supposes letting go is a thing. York holds on tighter for a moment before stepping away with a sheepish smile. He really did miss you, buddy. And he's super affection starved. ]
What should we do now? We've hugged, that was my grand list of Things to do with North. [ Joking, joking. ] You guys want a tour?
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A tour would not be objected to. I think Theta's even more anxious to get some info on this place than I am.
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Let's caffeinate and I'll catch you up here first, then. I don't really want to talk about certain things in public... the mood's not great towards us right now. Did they tell you about the quarantine areas when you arrived?