Multiversal 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 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 transit 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. Welcome to Avagi Station, your new home.
Avagi
That First Step, it is a Doozy:
There are always risks to exploring new environments and Avagi is rich with new nooks and crannies to explore. You’re checking out a new corridor that’s been opened, though there have been signs warning that there are areas where structural stability has been weakened by neglect and the passage of time. But maybe things have been going well, you’ve found a few interesting things of note and you’re ready to head back to your bunk for the day.
Except when you turn to leave, the floor is giving way without a screech of metal. Hopefully you’ve got some good reflexes and can catch yourself before you topple down a shaft that seems to go down at least thirty or forty feet. Do you call for help or struggle to handle it on your own? And more importantly, how are you getting around this giant hole in the floor now that it’s there?
The Buddy System:
In order to help new arrivals find their bearings the more experienced residents on board have decided to try out the buddy system in order until the new arrivals get their space legs. The guide is responsible for answering any questions, showing them all the important facilities and making sure their new friend doesn’t wander anywhere too dangerous. And what better way to get to know your buddy than to try and help them find all the supplies they need to be comfortable in their new home? Hopefully the barter blocks have some clothes in your size or else it could get a little bit awkward come laundry day.
Shining Bright:
The Observation Station is the best place on Avagi to get a look at the storm that rages all around. However today when you stop by there’s something strange and new to look upon. It’s not clear if it’s a change in the environment or perhaps an effect of the living energy that opens the portals but the entire room is filled with softly glowing floating lights. If you venture into the room and dare to touch one of the lights you’ll find that you find a song playing in your mind that fills you with a deep and abiding sense of peace. What you do with that feeling is up to you but it seems that these lights aren’t going to cause any harm then why not let yourself relax in a beautiful space for a little while?
Kaittos
This month there is a portal to the planet Kaittos, a peaceful world containing one large land mass and a scattering of lived-on islands across a clear blue ocean. On the mainland, a large city-state occupies the central region and southern coast and resembles what some travelers from some versions of Earth might know of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Bustling and lively, the city is clean and well provided-for due to the temperate climate and the bountiful natural resources found on its northern side; orchards, farms and forests extend into the distance, butting up against a small mountain range. The technology level is low compared to Avagi, with carriages and candles in place rather than cars and electric lights, but the craftsmen of the world have managed some very impressive mechanical feats.
Kaittans, the local residents of the world appear somewhat humanoid, but the bipedal race has hooves rather than feet, silvery skin and three eyes with vertical pupils. Although there is no sign of any other sentient species in the world, the locals are nonetheless excited to meet their guests, rather than suspicious or afraid; for some reason, they are not surprised that aliens exist, merely that they are here.
Visitors are encouraged to explore the city and partake in an exchange of goods and ideas, to share their culture and stories with the locals. Perhaps there’s a merchant willing to trade a bauble for a story or you want to try something entirely unknown to your palette in the culinary quarter. The possibilities, while not quite limitless, are enough to keep the curious busy for quite a while.
Oh, Dorian remembered this sensation, like being ripped through the fade or tossed to and fro on a rundown little vessel on the waking sea. Except this sensation had its own nauseating pull that the mage had experienced only one other time in his young adult life and it had nothing to do with orgies and excessive drinking, much as he'd hoped it would when he finally managed to wake up. No, this was the same experience he remembered when he was first pulled from his universe through the Ingress. He felt like he wanted to vomit then too, but the one good thing about traveling this way? It knocked him right out and so he didn't have to eject the contents of his stomach all over his fine clothing. It didn't stop the damning headache he woke with, also familiar, or the fact that he felt like he'd been trampled by a blight sickened bear. Maybe he was sensitive, but there was nothing pleasant to him about the dizzying experience...
...but then again Dorian was prone to motion sickness, so this was not a gentle process for him.
He was also very much alone which doesn't disturb him at all frankly, he's quite used to this song and dance by now, if he'd arrived as an initiate then maybe it would have been different...oh, he would have been equally nauseous still, but it would have been more jarring. As it stood he was able to pull himself off of his arse and onto his feet, give his surroundings a quick glance about and exit the barren starter room. There was usually a starter room whenever Dorian found himself waking up somewhere and it was always tacky. Would it kill them to throw down some bed rolls down? Not the generic kind, but something soft, with a pillow and maybe a bottle of complimentary wine to go with it as well. They could also stand to hang a few drapes, give the place a bit of a song and dance. It would make it less disturbing to wake up in comfort anyway.
No? No.
No song and dance, no wine, no pillow, but all was not lost! The moment the mage took his first steps down the corridor he heard what sounded like the floor giving way underneath him, "oh, I do hope that's the sound of my stomach fragmenting from hunger."
No such luck. The floor crumbles and it fully intends to take Dorian along for the ride. Wonderful! Well he's not going down without a humiliating yelp to top off his welcome back.
Kaittos
Somehow Dorian just got lucky.
Lucky in respects to when the Ingress dragged him here away from his world and his duties--that was not the lucky aspect of this situation, but the way. The last time he was drawn through he came at a good time, it was a vacation world or something, that was the lucky aspect. Warm beaches, interesting alcohol concoctions, and a handsome man to bring him said concotions. He also met individuals on that world he would become very attached to and he wondered to himself if they were still about or...if he'd been deposited somewhere else. Regardless, this city was a paradise compared the some of the places he'd been...and he didn't recall being all to happy the last time he'd been dragged somewhere off of his own world. Of course Thedas had its fair share of shitholes, but they were the shitholes he knew. He'd never been so trapped before in a place that didn't even have the most basic of luxuries.
Ugh he'd been miserable!
This place was not that place by a long shot. It was still foreign with strange beings that were friendly enough and they did enjoy listening, something that was very complimentary for a man who enjoyed talking and he had several interesting stories. Needless to say he shared these stories with those that provided the best robes an exciting tale could afford him in this city (something airy and deep blue always suited him) but he was not disinclined to talk to anyone who would listen either he simply had...priorities. His secondary priorities included eating and drinking, drinking more so, perhaps given that it was one of the few luxuries of traveling from one world to another. There was always a possibility that the alcohol was going to be better than what they served in Skyhold's tavern. Those odds were often very good.
So for the most part Dorian can be found wandering with a drink in hand or sitting near a fountain enjoying the atmosphere. Maybe you recognize the fancy ass mage, maybe you don't, maybe you have to do a double-take to be sure. Your company is welcome all the same.
People sometimes come back, but not often. So he's not sure that he'd recognize him when he sees him. If he'd greet him as someone he knew, or some distant, uncertain memory. Or an incident that never happened at all.
Kaz approaches Dorian with the trepidation of a man well aware he could be walking into a cautionary tale. It seems impossible that it could be a lookalike. But it's very possible that it's just someone that doesn't remember. Another Dorian, a clean slate, completely unlike the soul that he knew before.
If some stranger found out he drunkenly sang Freddy Mercury songs over the network in their good name, he might manage to be a little embarrassed.
Well now, there's a voice he was hoping very much to hear, but he was half expecting he wouldn't come across any of the familiar faces that he knew. He was glad that his expectations were wrong, naturally, but how could he be certain that things would be the same once he'd been dragged back through the ingress a second time? Clearly things had changed, yet again, in his brief absence...or had his absence been so short? He wasn't sure at all, time was relative here and that was a bit unnerving.
Turning to meet that voice with one of his most brilliant smiles he took note of Kazuhira and just how the man hadn't changed much so it really could not have been too long since he'd last been here. It was a tell-tale sign that, yes, Dorian did recognize him...that and the fact that the mage was quick to approach him and draw him into a tight hug. Not typically one for physical contact or public displays of affection, it was a testament to how much he valued Kazuhira that he would neglect his own sense of decorum so openly.
"You're...just as I left you," Dorian said after a moment, withdrawing to appraise the man unwilling to be the first to admit he missed him. It was a given, after all.
Miller still didn't smile too freely. More than he used to, yes, but a fully brown, wide grin was a rare incident indeed. But here he was, beaming as he hooked his arms around Dorian and grunted with the force of the hug. Best news he'd gotten in a while. After the departure of other friends, the void he left felt was raw.
Kaz has always been defined by the people around him and how he feels about the people around him. Losing Dorian did have its impact. "Loss", though, was becoming a fuzzier concept.
He steps back, puts his hand on Dorian's shoulder.
"If you've been gone for a while, then you've aged gracefully." First thing's first. He has to assure Dorian of his place in the universe. He doubted he could abide becoming an old man. "Guess this is a lot of changes. But it's not been that long." Luckily. It wasn't a year, like with Ishmael.
Dorian was more reluctant, but he did let Kazuhira free as the man stepped back, still watching over him fondly. Dorian had little in the way of family that he felt any loyalty to or bond with, but those he'd come to care for here were the closest thing he had to that and so he was very free with his smiles and his open affection.
Knowing Kazuhira was still here even after Dorian had gone? Well, it made him feel somewhat guilty, but it couldn't be helped, he didn't have much choice in it. He had duties to his home world as well, not that he'd come close to even finishing them before being drawn back again.
He wouldn't complain though, not yet...oh the complaints would come eventually, but that was typical in any situation anywhere.
"Oh, thirty years at the very least," Dorian responded, obviously joking, but keen on the idea that he'd age well...and he likely would if he had any say, "No? Not enough time and separation for you to miss the sound of my velvety voice?"
The truth is that it had been more than a month; the last days of Kauto had been so frantic that he couldn't settle. "I wasn't the only one that missed you. I commented-" commented "-on it over the network, and a woman named Morrigan expressed her sympathies."
"I don't think she's used to openly missing people, though." He says it warmly. Because that seems like the type of person Dorian would be friends with.
[Nate's just finishing up a day of bullshitting people with stories in exchange for stuff when he wanders into the bar. The culinary offerings in this world are pretty great, and that extends to their beer, apparently. But his mouth spreads into a grin, beer forgotten, when he sees who else is here.]
You are this place is up to your standards, pal? I hear they let the riff-raff in.
Dorian wasn't quite sure what his face was going, but he knew his heart rate increased (a physiological phenomenon he wasn't about to acknowledge) at the sound of that voice. It was probably a natural thing that his response to Nate be visceral in nature, the man was quite possibly the first person he spoke to when he arrived here and he had a little brother quality about him that the mage adored. Of course he was older than Dorian, probably, but that's hardly the point.
He fixed Nathan with the best grin he had to offer before raising his own drink to the man.]
Clearly. You are the riff and the raff, but you know what, I find that I do enjoy the company.
[One thing Dorian can't say he'll ever get tired of when it comes to this place are the hugs. Of course he likes to pretend he's smooth and too good for hugs, but they don't happen enough where he's from, especially where he's from. Nobody wants to get anywhere near a 'Vint and nobility in the Imerium? Forget it.
So when Nate hugs him Dorian curls an arm around his shoulder and laughs, he's happy to see the riff-raff, clearly.]
I can't say that I'm sad to see you either, happy in fact, and I want to hear all of the details. Like how we went from prison dump to paradise for instance.
[ooc: Lol I lost my mind and forgot that apps were due on the 30th, I intended to come back this month but I got sidetracked by kittens. Clearly I'm on top of it XD]
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Dorian Pavus ✹ Dragon Age ✹ OTA
Oh, Dorian remembered this sensation, like being ripped through the fade or tossed to and fro on a rundown little vessel on the waking sea. Except this sensation had its own nauseating pull that the mage had experienced only one other time in his young adult life and it had nothing to do with orgies and excessive drinking, much as he'd hoped it would when he finally managed to wake up. No, this was the same experience he remembered when he was first pulled from his universe through the Ingress. He felt like he wanted to vomit then too, but the one good thing about traveling this way? It knocked him right out and so he didn't have to eject the contents of his stomach all over his fine clothing. It didn't stop the damning headache he woke with, also familiar, or the fact that he felt like he'd been trampled by a blight sickened bear. Maybe he was sensitive, but there was nothing pleasant to him about the dizzying experience...
...but then again Dorian was prone to motion sickness, so this was not a gentle process for him.
He was also very much alone which doesn't disturb him at all frankly, he's quite used to this song and dance by now, if he'd arrived as an initiate then maybe it would have been different...oh, he would have been equally nauseous still, but it would have been more jarring. As it stood he was able to pull himself off of his arse and onto his feet, give his surroundings a quick glance about and exit the barren starter room. There was usually a starter room whenever Dorian found himself waking up somewhere and it was always tacky. Would it kill them to throw down some bed rolls down? Not the generic kind, but something soft, with a pillow and maybe a bottle of complimentary wine to go with it as well. They could also stand to hang a few drapes, give the place a bit of a song and dance. It would make it less disturbing to wake up in comfort anyway.
No? No.
No song and dance, no wine, no pillow, but all was not lost! The moment the mage took his first steps down the corridor he heard what sounded like the floor giving way underneath him, "oh, I do hope that's the sound of my stomach fragmenting from hunger."
No such luck. The floor crumbles and it fully intends to take Dorian along for the ride. Wonderful! Well he's not going down without a humiliating yelp to top off his welcome back.
Kaittos
Somehow Dorian just got lucky.
Lucky in respects to when the Ingress dragged him here away from his world and his duties--that was not the lucky aspect of this situation, but the way. The last time he was drawn through he came at a good time, it was a vacation world or something, that was the lucky aspect. Warm beaches, interesting alcohol concoctions, and a handsome man to bring him said concotions. He also met individuals on that world he would become very attached to and he wondered to himself if they were still about or...if he'd been deposited somewhere else. Regardless, this city was a paradise compared the some of the places he'd been...and he didn't recall being all to happy the last time he'd been dragged somewhere off of his own world. Of course Thedas had its fair share of shitholes, but they were the shitholes he knew. He'd never been so trapped before in a place that didn't even have the most basic of luxuries.
Ugh he'd been miserable!
This place was not that place by a long shot. It was still foreign with strange beings that were friendly enough and they did enjoy listening, something that was very complimentary for a man who enjoyed talking and he had several interesting stories. Needless to say he shared these stories with those that provided the best robes an exciting tale could afford him in this city (something airy and deep blue always suited him) but he was not disinclined to talk to anyone who would listen either he simply had...priorities. His secondary priorities included eating and drinking, drinking more so, perhaps given that it was one of the few luxuries of traveling from one world to another. There was always a possibility that the alcohol was going to be better than what they served in Skyhold's tavern. Those odds were often very good.
So for the most part Dorian can be found wandering with a drink in hand or sitting near a fountain enjoying the atmosphere. Maybe you recognize the fancy ass mage, maybe you don't, maybe you have to do a double-take to be sure. Your company is welcome all the same.
Re: Dorian Pavus ✹ Dragon Age ✹ OTA
"Dorian?"
People sometimes come back, but not often. So he's not sure that he'd recognize him when he sees him. If he'd greet him as someone he knew, or some distant, uncertain memory. Or an incident that never happened at all.
Kaz approaches Dorian with the trepidation of a man well aware he could be walking into a cautionary tale. It seems impossible that it could be a lookalike. But it's very possible that it's just someone that doesn't remember. Another Dorian, a clean slate, completely unlike the soul that he knew before.
If some stranger found out he drunkenly sang Freddy Mercury songs over the network in their good name, he might manage to be a little embarrassed.
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Turning to meet that voice with one of his most brilliant smiles he took note of Kazuhira and just how the man hadn't changed much so it really could not have been too long since he'd last been here. It was a tell-tale sign that, yes, Dorian did recognize him...that and the fact that the mage was quick to approach him and draw him into a tight hug. Not typically one for physical contact or public displays of affection, it was a testament to how much he valued Kazuhira that he would neglect his own sense of decorum so openly.
"You're...just as I left you," Dorian said after a moment, withdrawing to appraise the man unwilling to be the first to admit he missed him. It was a given, after all.
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Kaz has always been defined by the people around him and how he feels about the people around him. Losing Dorian did have its impact. "Loss", though, was becoming a fuzzier concept.
He steps back, puts his hand on Dorian's shoulder.
"If you've been gone for a while, then you've aged gracefully." First thing's first. He has to assure Dorian of his place in the universe. He doubted he could abide becoming an old man. "Guess this is a lot of changes. But it's not been that long." Luckily. It wasn't a year, like with Ishmael.
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Knowing Kazuhira was still here even after Dorian had gone? Well, it made him feel somewhat guilty, but it couldn't be helped, he didn't have much choice in it. He had duties to his home world as well, not that he'd come close to even finishing them before being drawn back again.
He wouldn't complain though, not yet...oh the complaints would come eventually, but that was typical in any situation anywhere.
"Oh, thirty years at the very least," Dorian responded, obviously joking, but keen on the idea that he'd age well...and he likely would if he had any say, "No? Not enough time and separation for you to miss the sound of my velvety voice?"
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The truth is that it had been more than a month; the last days of Kauto had been so frantic that he couldn't settle. "I wasn't the only one that missed you. I commented-" commented "-on it over the network, and a woman named Morrigan expressed her sympathies."
"I don't think she's used to openly missing people, though." He says it warmly. Because that seems like the type of person Dorian would be friends with.
FLINGS SELF AT also Kaittos
You are this place is up to your standards, pal? I hear they let the riff-raff in.
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Dorian wasn't quite sure what his face was going, but he knew his heart rate increased (a physiological phenomenon he wasn't about to acknowledge) at the sound of that voice. It was probably a natural thing that his response to Nate be visceral in nature, the man was quite possibly the first person he spoke to when he arrived here and he had a little brother quality about him that the mage adored. Of course he was older than Dorian, probably, but that's hardly the point.
He fixed Nathan with the best grin he had to offer before raising his own drink to the man.]
Clearly. You are the riff and the raff, but you know what, I find that I do enjoy the company.
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[He extends his arms to give Dorian a big bear huge. Thank goodness, the guy remembers. Nate's lost too many space friends.]
Welcome back. Or condolences, maybe, but I can't say I'm sad to see you.
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[One thing Dorian can't say he'll ever get tired of when it comes to this place are the hugs. Of course he likes to pretend he's smooth and too good for hugs, but they don't happen enough where he's from, especially where he's from. Nobody wants to get anywhere near a 'Vint and nobility in the Imerium? Forget it.
So when Nate hugs him Dorian curls an arm around his shoulder and laughs, he's happy to see the riff-raff, clearly.]
I can't say that I'm sad to see you either, happy in fact, and I want to hear all of the details. Like how we went from prison dump to paradise for instance.
[ooc: Lol I lost my mind and forgot that apps were due on the 30th, I intended to come back this month but I got sidetracked by kittens. Clearly I'm on top of it XD]
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Oh, that was a great time. A shame you missed it. It was a really pleasant trip, actually, with room service and everything.
[Hahahaha not it wasn't.
ooc; no worries! they'll be open again soon.]