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Survival is the exception "living is an act of courage."
THROUGH THE INGRESSThe 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 rocky planet. Former crew of the Moira are there to greet you, and it’s a grim message they have to share. The Moira has crashed and is beyond repair, but there’s good news... the destination the crew has been heading towards for over a year? You’re standing on it. But before you get into exploration and survival, it’s best to deal with the effects of coming through a broken Ingress. ☄ slip and tripfind your footing fastComing through the Ingress has left your character with one of three changes - an age slip, a form of body horror, or an extreme weakness. The first, the age slip, will mean that the character is either older or younger and this change can’t be rectified during their first month in game. The second, body horror, comes in the form of an alteration to the character's body due to whatever they were carrying at the time they came through. If they were wearing a watch, it’s now fused to their wrist, clothes are permanent, knifes replace fingers, and many other alterations (anything goes) and it lasts the first month as well. The third, extreme weakness, can be a mental or physical decrease - weaker arms, legs, or the weaker ability to talk or do math.
ooc: the choice of change is up to each player and this prompt can be game canon.
☄ introductions aren’t awkwardas long as you don’t shake their hand too longA new planet. Physical and mental changes. Talk of a ship that crashed and a Hub that is home to the ‘creators’ of a technology you’ve never heard of. A lot is happening and the best way to sort through it is by getting to know the Moira’s crew. They’ll help you settle in and get you any care you might need, all the while informing you that the group is on its way to the center of the hub. Something that might seem mundane is an absolute necessity for survival. Ask a seasoned space traveling veteran for answers and guidance.
ooc: this prompt can be game canon.
☄ dealer's choicejust make the right oneCharacters have the option of coming through an Ingress that is any possible location on this planet. It can be inside a cave, at the top of a rock formation, etc. This means you can have your character have to climb or slide down, have them yelling for help, and have other characters see them and come to their aid. Your character's arrival is completely up to you, and since this is a unique situation that hasn't happened before, go nuts with it!
ooc: this prompt can be game canon.
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Bar is definitely smashed, I don't think we had casks, and this is definitely Kitty. He's drooled on me often enough.
Why is Hawke's dog with you?
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Instead of immediately answering the guy's question, he looks down at his dog, who meets his gaze with pricked ears and a little happy butt wiggle.]
Maker, did you hear that, Champ? Your fame has finally outpaced mine, and I have to say, it couldn't have been bestowed on a more worthy and deserving beast.
[Champion barks in reply, and drops his jaw to begin panting. If ever there was a picture of an amused canine, the mabari is it.]
Hawke's dog goes where Hawke goes, as always. [He's back to addressing his human conversation partner now.] And before you ask, yes, you may certainly have an autograph, although I seem to have left my pen in my other robe. Do you have one I can borrow?
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Sorry pal, I'm not interested in getting your signature. I'm gonna ask one more time. Why do you have Marian Hawke's dog?
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...I don't know anyone named Marian Hawke.
[And then he looks down to Champion, who looks back up at him and meets his eyes, ears pricked and butt gently wagging.]
Do you, boy? Have you been cheating on me, living a secret double-life of luxury, leisure, and extra doggie biscuits?
[Champ twists his head to one side, the perfect picture of canine confusion, and whines loudly. Hawke takes that as a very firm "no", and looks back up at Nate.]
He doesn't know who you're talking about, either.
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[Okay, maybe she's not famous enough for everyone from her world to know her, but he's got her dog. He should know her.]
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Yes, all of that does sound astonishingly familiar, and yet I must continue to insist I don't know anyone named Marian.
[He brings up a hand to stroke his chin thoughtfully.]
Maybe I have an impersonator? Stranger things have happened. Although I'm not sure why anyone would want to.
[The money's long gone (thanks, Anders!), and the Hawke Estate nothing but a distant, fond memory.]
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[None of what this guy is saying makes any sense until, with a sudden, horrifying click into place, it does.
Nate takes a step back and points at him, almost accusatory.]
Oh my god. Are you Hawke with a dick?!
[THE PROPHECY HAS BEEN FULFILLED.]
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But he's had a rough couple of hours, so his mouth is on autopilot before his brain even has time to catch up and fully process what the heck this guy is getting at.]
I don't even know your name and you're already asking me about my dick? You certainly don't waste any time, do you, ser?
[Spoilers: Autopilot for Hawke is shameless flirting. Enjoy, Nate. You've earned it.]
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Okay one: I'm married, two: I don't care about your dick, because the regular Hawke and I have such negative sexual chemistry it causes other people to randomly start fucking.
[He hasn't actually seen it, but he's sure it's happened. It would actually explain Tex and L.]
God, and I joked about her getting a duplicate. I jinxed it. Tony's going to kill me.
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I refuse to believe such a thing as "negative sexual chemistry" exists. Clearly this other Hawke just isn't trying hard enough.
And as far as I'm concerned, the more of me there is to go around, the better. Your friend Tony sounds like someone who hates fun.
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[Which would only show good taste, in Nate's opinion.]
Tony likes fun fine. Two Hawkes are just too many to handle. Look, let's get this straight from the start: just because she can drunkenly puke on my shoes doesn't mean you get to, too.
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Wait, hang on - are you telling me she has your explicit permission to puke drunkenly on your shoes?
[Of all the things to get hung up on...]
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[Not really, but close enough. More that this hairy imposter ever will.]
She's my friend. Shoes can be cleaned.
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Now that is a level of friendship I wish more people in my acquaintance would aspire to.
I won't lie, you're making me feel just a tiny bit jealous right now.