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leavin’ on a jet plane
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
ABOARD THE MOIRAThe Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences 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 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. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) The day begins normally. Or almost.
The Moira has accidentally fallen along the trajectory of an asteroid barreling its way through space. While most things like this are not uncommon, and the ship is far from any potential danger of collision or risk of debris damaging the exterior, there is something particularly odd about this specific occurrence. The rock itself appears to give off a strange light that is both eerie and alive. Often, if looked at in just the right manner, it will shift colors; so, while one person sees one side of the spectrum, someone else could see something entirely different. At first, things continue on as they usually do aside from the glowing asteroid alongside the Moira, but as the hours go on, that does not seem to be the case.
☄ the hours are breathingresignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lieWith a rather open view of stars and space, thanks to the skylight above, the pool in the rec area suddenly comes alive beneath the light of the asteroid filtering in. Perhaps it’s some natural response to the chemical composition of the water, or perhaps it’s magic. Yet, regardless of the explanation, those who happen to take a dip suddenly find themselves plagued by despair. The depression and melancholy are not subtle changes either; it slams into you with great force, like a punch to the gut. The longer you remain in the pool, the deeper it grows, like an all-consuming paranoia that settles into the back of your mind and causes your heart to grow heavy. These strong feelings will eventually fade if you choose to leave the pool and dry off, but as long as you remain damp from the pool, those emotions will continue to linger. Even after you’re completely dry, there will be no mistaking just how intensely you felt or why. There is no explanation and might not be. Would you dare a second swim to test whether or not it was a fluke? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
☄ those who have crossedthe eyes are not here, there are no eyes hereThe walls are shrinking in. Every room you step into feels much too small, like there isn’t enough room to even breathe. A crowded place becomes startlingly empty, and no matter how much you run, how much you explore, there is no one there to comfort you or answer your calls for help. Hallucinations run strong between the lulls of obscene loneliness or claustrophobia, and exposure to the glow of the asteroid is really the only thing to thank for that. You’re desperate to claw your way out of the ship—open the emergency hatch in the Cargo Bay, bust the glass of the Observation Deck. What’s worse is that it’s not just you. It’s catching, and the fear of being next is very real. It feels like you’re being watched, that everyone around you is looking and seeing everything you are. Or are not. The only way to make it stop is to admit that you’re afraid of being seen, but who, in the deep madness of the self, has the courage to ever admit the truth? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
☄ the sun in flightrage, rage against the dying of the lightSomething has drifted its way onto the Moira from the outside. Unlike the faint luminosity they give off, they suck up all the light around them, making them the only source to see by. From far away, they are just flitting balls of light, but if you get close enough to inspect them, they are mean. And have sharp, sharp teeth. Go poking, and they will bite you before trying to fly away while taking that only light source with them. The option to avoid them is quite easy if you’re not the curious sort, but without them around, it will be impossibly dark. As the asteroid moves on in the opposite direction of the Moira, these light creatures begin to dissolve and fade away with it. However, a word of caution: their bites glow. If you don’t manage to find the one that bit you and capture it between your hands, the bite will become a permanent glowing fixture of your body. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
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thisavrou_ooc2016-07-08 05:07 pm
strong big...
[said with a laugh, lúcio can't be worried or scared when the strong big is around.]
What about you? I can't imagine a thousand of these things could get past that armour.
smol friend
[Your feelings are probably very important to you, friend. And he can respect that.]
So far, no. Nothing has gotten through. But they make poor targets.
LORGE
[lúcio fires off a few sound waves in their general direction with his amplifier, watching one connect with one of the beasties and throw it off it's flight path.]
I, uh, gotta admit, though. Not entirely sure where to go from here.
[lúcio looks down at his hand, where the back had been bitten. inbetween the wires on his glove, naturally, and cocks an eyebrow at the slow glowing starting to spread out from the tiny teeth marks.]
Hey, check this out. What do you think?
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[You're a small squishy support here, lúcio. Throw your tank a bone. But the shield doesn't waver while the soundwaves bounce around. Even if he shifts it a bit, angling them a path down the hall.]
[That big head glances down to the injury.]
Or do we find you a clinic?
[He can go either way, to be honest.]
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[he's just SHOWING YOU SOMETHING HE THINKS IS COOL, REIN. gosh.]
Wonder if the light'll go... it's like having a little party on my hand!
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[Somehow -- SOMEHOW -- that helmet manages to look reasonably skeptical.]
If that little party becomes more of a party, I am not being responsible for the damage.
[YOU'RE COOL AND A GOOD BRO KIDDO, BUT YOU SUPPORTS CAN GET SCARY.]
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[see what he's doing?? DO YOU SEE??]
It don't hurt or nothin', let's just focus on seeing if there's anyone around who needs a shield and a nice beat, yeah?
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[Hopefully not breaking it.]
I like how you plan. Come! See if you can keep up.
[Yeah sorry buddy that's all the warning you get before battle grandpa goes.]
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[lúcio fires off his speed boost, happily skating along behind reinhardt.]
I take it you haven't seen any one else around, huh?
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[So this gives Reinhardt free rein to thunder down the hallway as he pleases.]
Not yet. You are the first familiar face.
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[he's good at keeping up with reinhardt, even going as far as to skid around corners and do little tricks by jumping off the walls to keep his momentum.]
...These little jellies don't seem that bad when you're not pokin' them.
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[Huff huff he is not a grandpa he still has fight in him okay!!!]
[... except he can't do that flippy jumpy stuff. At all.]
Why would you poke them in the first place?
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[lucio is a young shit. he's spry. he does more of it just because.]
They glow, my man! It's like a rave up in here!
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[Yeah okay he's not in Lucio's league even a little bit. But shush boy he's good for his age.]
A rave... I want to see one of those. A real one.
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[LITTLE DOES HE KNOW....]
Well, why didn't you say so earlier? I'll throw one once this is all over. A proper one! DJ Lúcio callin' in live from the middle of space with his brand new assistant and new to the music scene DJHaaaaaart!
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[HAHAHAHAH. ANA'S STILL DEAD RIGHT.]
DJ Hart? You can do this? [He looks so jazzed about this omg Lucio what have you done.]
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[he skates along happily, turning his music up a little.]
You know how to work records? I'll teach you after this!
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[Well then. If they're turning up the music, he's going to pick up the pace. And hum. A bit off-key but hey, the principle of the thing.]
Records... I know how to put them in the player.
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[lúcio snorts, shaking his head.]
You can do so much more than just put them on the player! Man, we definitely gotta survive this!
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[Wow Lúcio that's rude.]
Of course we will survive. You are with me, aren't you?
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[you are a good strong big friend.]
I'm gonna remix Hasselhoff. Bweeo wip wip!
[he's... beatboxing while running along. it's clear he has no idea what hasselhoff actually sounds like.]
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[... okay that might be true because we all know battle grandpa has the biggest, squishiest heart there is.]
Remix? Him? That is a crime!
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[he keeps beatboxing for a few more moments.]
It'll just put all your favourite Hasselhoff songs together!
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[As if anything else were possible.]
... You can do that?
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[he flips around skating, basically moon walking. still gotta look cool.]
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