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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
pool times
She notices the young, blonde man swimming in the other side of the pool but doesn't pay much attention to him, clearly lost in her own thoughts as she enjoys the cool water. Leaning back, she looks up to the sky and brings the cigarette to her lips and takes a deep drag, holding it in for a bit before blowing the air out in a thin line -- but then she's being interrupted and brought back to the present by the young man, who's shouting something at her. She quickly turns her head to the side to see just what was going on, only seeing him coming towards her looking absolutely devastated.
Parting her lips slightly, J tilts her head a little and knits her brows in both confusion and concern.]
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Maybe I'm just imagining it, but when I got into the pool, it sort of messed with me... like I'd been drugged, only instead of feeling good, it was this sadness. If you get in, it might do the same to you.
[Armin pats at his damp, long hair with a towel.] Actually, I could really use a cigarette if you have one.
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She backs away and takes her feet off from the water, quickly pulling the hem of her dress to cover the remaining cuts and wounds she had gotten from the glass. She looks at him and tucks strand of hair behind her ear. Then, after a brief moment she takes another drag out of her smoke before handing it to him.
It's not much but at least it's something.]
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For your feet - it's a bit damp, but I'd be worried getting that weird water into any of those cuts.
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She accepts the offered towel, feeling somewhat disappointed that he had seen her injuries. Not because she wanted to hide the fact she's hurt (really, there wasn't anyone around Moira who had survived from the attack without any scratches) but rather because well, the cuts were quite ugly to look at.
But hey, at least he's not making a big deal out of them. So, she lifts her dress again and presses the damp towel gently against her legs, drying them.]
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Is there a place to get these on board? [He'd assumed he'd have to quit, given the far-off nature of their location and the needs of an air filtration system.]
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While he focuses on the smoke, enjoying it like man who's been nicotine deprived for too long, J continues to dry her legs carefully, making sure to clean each wound and cut. Her gaze shifts back at him when she hears his question and shakes her head briefly. The only way to get cigarettes on abroad is through Ingress but not even that is reliable anymore.]
sorry for the delay, had to finish my app :>
You've really been kind to give this to me, then. Thank you. I'll find some way to pay you back. I - I have plenty of skills. [Armin coughs, not sure if he should go there or not. No reason to act like a whore here, yet it's almost become a habit.] I'm Armin, by the way. You don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to.
np!
She quickly eyes at Armin's naked, still somewhat wet, torso before meeting his eyes again. While he does look rather small he does seem to posses a good amount of muscles. So he's more or less used to doing physical work? She raises her brow and flashes him an amused smile. Yes, please do tell her more about your 'skills.']
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Or maybe you like other kinds of games? I usually play with guys, but I've never given a woman a reason to complain.
[There's some voice in the back of Armin's head that tells him not to do this. It's unnecessary. He could pretend he was never that person, and never be that person any more. But on the other hand, since he's crossed that line... what's the use in pretending otherwise?
He can't smile. He's not that charming, and sometimes clients would complain he's a little unsettling. But some people appreciate the directness. He watches for J's reply, eyebrows raised.]
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The grin on her lips turns almost wolf-like when he mentions the guys and satisfied women. She's really struggling to keep her poker face and not to let out the laughter she's holding in. Oh, if he only knew.
J shifts a little and leans slightly closer. She's definitely interested in hearing more about these games of his.]
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Armin brushes his fingertips over her cheek, tucking a stray strand of her otherwise-perfect hair behind one ear. He tilts her chin up. At the last moment, he breathes in some smoke, and closes the space between them, intending to shotgun it between them.
It's her cigarette, it's the least he can do, right?]
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Out of pure habit, she slowly closes her eyes and parts her lips, ready to welcome his mouth with her own. But the smoke comes out of nowhere to her. It all startles her as she reflexively inhales the smoke to her lungs, making her cough and pull back from their kiss. ]
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[Armin scoots back enough to avoid being hit too hard reflexively.]
I didn't mean to - it was just supposed to be fun and sexy... like sharing a cigarette.
[Diving back into the pool of despair is looking like a viable option right about now.]