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Ingress travel can be disorienting. Your trip? More than most. 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. A voice, just out of hearing, calling a name you think is yours. 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 catch a glimpse of a space filled with a soft cerulean light, a feeling of dankness 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 is it?

Certainly, it's not where you are now.

sleep, perchance to...

You're dreaming.

You have to be. Certainly, you don't remember arriving in this strange, dim forest of your own accord. Gnarled trees form a solid barrier and a thin cage blocking the sky, silvery light illuminating the ground below in patchwork on all sides. The path beneath you seems to stretch out ahead and back for an eternity, though a light (an exit?) can be seen in the distance. Movement too, down the myriad array of branching side roads.

If you hurry, you can catch up.

* Take the Path:

No matter how quickly you travel, you won't ever reach that glow of light on the horizon. You may, however, encounter other walkers in the night. Friends, foes, strangers. Whoever is sharing your dreaming vigil, you might be grateful for the company. Certainly it's better than the feeling you get traveling alone: a prickle of paranoia and the sense that something just past view is watching.

* Less Traveled By:

The roads lead nowhere. The prickle at the back of your neck hasn't ceased. They're out there; they're watching you, and it's infuriating. But you can stop them. You can break free of it all.

The trees are firm and unyielding, but eventually, your efforts force them to give way. Through cut limbs and snapped branches, magic or agility or sheer, brute strength, you make a hole large enough to crawl through. And just as quickly, you realize your mistake.

The trees aren't there to keep you in.

Inky darkness roils from the gap between the paths, looking to devour you. If you run, it follows. If you hide, it seeks. It calls in voices only you can hear: your friends and your tormentors, the cries of everyone you've left behind. Find help to face your nightmares, or be consumed by them.

* All the Difference:

The light in the distance might still be out of reach, but through long searching, you've found a different sort of exit. Fog chokes off this opening between the trees, thick and obscuring. One step into the mist, and you lose all sight of anything outside it.

Two steps? Three? Ten? You're not sure how many it took before the world around you began to change. Perhaps you've found yourself in someone's worst moments. Perhaps you've landed in a fantasy. Perhaps this is your dream, with a stranger's face or voice intruding. Either way, you'll have to work together to get out.

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Please Note: due to the chaotic nature of upcoming events, players who intend to preserve their threads for game use should not assume they were given the usual introduction to Thisavrou at the Ingress Complex. The above scenarios are, however, valid as game canon.

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It's definitely not a datapad.

[Even if she has broken the datapads before- not the point!

She's about to tell him to come find her so he could show her around, since she trusts him more than the randos around. But then he's answering more and she's scoffing and huffing and sighing exaggeratedly.]

Okay- multiple more questions, holy crap. First- who the hell is Texas? Second! Is North seriously here already? Come. On.

Not fair.

[ ... Well. Maine's started to become accustomed to being from an earlier time than everyone else. Unlike the rest of the Freelancers, he hasn't had to do the whole Explaining Different Times shit before. ]

New recruit.

[ Aaaaand he's not starting now. ]

Month.

[ That would be how long North's been here. Same length of time as Maine himself. ]

I thought that name was like, off limits? When did-

[She cuts herself off with a sigh, thinking back to what she's been told about time being, well, all over the place. It's still unsettling to think about, but she focuses more on the North part]

Forget it- he's been running amok a month? And here I thought I was the first of me and him to get here. Did he like, get his own room already? Where's he at? What's he been doing?

[Not that she cares- she's just nosy and a busybody, of course, not concerned whatsoever over him being there a month without her. She's not even going to question the logic behind how he was there but with her, too. As far as she's aware, he's been picked up from the mission, too. She hasn't considered his time might be different.]

[ Maine cocks his head to the side. Does he look like her brother's keeper? ... Except that he actually does have at least one answer. ]

York's.

[ The rest he'll leave for North himself to answer.

[ He gives the background of her video another look. ]

Wait.

[ He'll come find her. ]

For the love of god, please tell me that "York" is the answer of where he is- not what he's been doing.

[She grins, obviously teasing about it but, well, she doesn't really want to know, alright, please no.

She tries to follow his eyes, glancing behind herself and shrugging a little]

I'm not going anywhere, unless you take too long and I get bored and start roaming around.

[ Just. Grumbles at that, then cuts the feed. He already knows way too much about his teammates' personal lives. He doesn't want to add that thought to the mix.

[ It doesn't take long for Maine to find South's location. His arrival is hard to miss: fully armored, he stands over seven feet tall and looks like he could break a man with a flick of his wrist. So ... he looks perfectly fucking normal, for Maine. No weird time shenanigans here.

[ Hopefully South didn't wander off. Maine's not big on recon. ]

[She's drifted away- by like, ten feet. She's mostly stayed in the same area, and not because she's gotten turned around a few times before she did her network video, of course not. She's never lost, just...exploring.

When she catches sight of him, pretty easy to do, she grins and tugs her helmet back on before trotting over to him.]

Lucky for you, you got here just as I was about to wander away.

So where you taking me first- what's even here?

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