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[Battles have been won. Discussions held. In the end, the decision is clear. An overwhelming majority of Avagi's residents have chosen to destroy the Ingress, and free whatever lies at its core.

Over the course of several days, the machinery is carefully dismantled. Tremors continue to wrack the station, growing stronger and erratic as the storm outside thrashes Avagi apart. But light remains at the center: spilling freely from the components as they dismantle, eddying and shimmering in curious coils around the beings who have come to let it loose.

Perhaps someone removed a vital component. Perhaps it was a passing thought that coaxed it free. But between one moment and the next, your world dissolves into a web of light. Infinite and endless, unfolding into spaces a single mind can barely comprehend. The Living Energy binds worlds together, and direction has no meaning in the least.

( Connections do. )

ascendit

about the ingress memorial i tried scanning it with a spell kinda got stuck stairng at it for a while but it said "an anchor made to hold the Living Energy [The caps are, he suspects, significant, so he actually put them in for once.]
vulnerable to heat and sheering force ["Shearing", though, he just straight up couldn't remember how to spell.]
resistant to interdimensional energy" so no one try heating it ive been trying lightning too it charged up for a second and the light went weird and it smelled bad wonder what living energy is maybe that would turn it on anyone else found something that might help?

(Feel free to threadjack! Nate intends this as a discussion and sharing post more than a "talk to him personally" post.)

squadgoals

[The video, marked as recording from Shepard's public network ID, cuts in suddenly, with little ceremony. Moving with the person it's attached to, but otherwise stable, it shows several helpful readouts along the bottom: temperature, length, time, date. It's clear from the timestamp that this feed had been previously recording—and has only just switched to live broadcast.

The scene viewers tuning in are greeted with is, effectively, Avagi's worst nightmare realized. Metal, flaked and cracked, scatters through a hallway which is filled—or filling—with the chaotic rush of the storm from the space beyond, howling with a familiar hungry emptiness. The noise sandblasts the recording with a static scream, void tearing at the edges of human hearing.

And there, barely visible for a blurry beat or more in the middle of it all, is a thin, terrifying figure, dark and drawn. For a minute, it seems to focus its impossibly vacant eyes on you—but that's impossible, you're on the other end of a recording device—before it seems as if the horrifying storm was merely playing tricks on you. That there was never anything there at all.

(Or perhaps, it's simply somewhere else.)

Despite the storm's raging, on all sides of the recording, movement can be seen, sounds heard; people are making an effort to pull bodies back, away from the storm. Various skills and abilities can be seen on display, as people attempt to repel the storm, push it back for long enough to retreat—including a dome of blue energy, seeming to originate from the near-shakycam holder herself. Competing with the volume of the grating storm, Shepard's barking orders can just be heard, in a tone that brooked no arguments:]

Ingress memorial! Fall back! NOW!

[Whatever steady hand was present prior is sacrificed entirely for movement speed, camera swinging left and right as Shepard sweeps, clears, and makes for the door. It's not until the door is closed, locked, and securely sealed that there's a beat, an exhale, and a refocusing of the camera—on an Ingress memorial full of trapped Avagi residents.]

[ooc note: both home and away team, feel free to jump into any and all threads to answer questions, or ask some of your own!]

capella_binary

Hey there! I know things are really hectic right now and everyone's got a lot to do but I'd really like to borrow an ordinary flesh and blood human of reasonably durable constitution for a very short time.

Let's be straightforward: I want to hit you. I promise I won't try to kill you or anything like that, it's just once, and I'll get you something nice to make up for it afterward, I just really really need to hit someone who qualifies. Please don't be unusually fragile or something, I don't want to explain that to whoever might be in charge of organic repairs.

This won't take long I swear. And then we can go back to doing our much more important things!

magneticfields

[ Once they've all been settled in safe rooms, and the Away Team is gone, and their free time is spent in activities that don't require a lot of movement, so as to conserve as much air as possible, Erik decides to take the time to address something he's been meaning to for some time. It's not like he has anything more productive he could be doing. ]

Mutant brothers and sisters, while we're waiting for the Away Team to return so we can make the necessary repairs, I'd like to take this time to discuss some things with you.
I think it might be helpful to post some kind of general notice in case any others of our brethren arrive.

Some things I would like to post: Everybody's given names and chosen names. (Although in the case of Rogue, simply her chosen name would suffice as that is all any of us have ever known her as.)

Along with that, I think a list of who is related to whom and how (to the best of our knowledge) would be helpful. Although this is potentially a very stressful topic, so I welcome input on whether or not you believe this to be a good addition.

Finally, a list of topics that are better left alone. Chief among them, in my opinion, would be Cairo. If you have suggestions on other topics we would prefer not to discuss, or why we ought to discuss them even if we don't want to, we could use this space to debate what to include.

Any input you have on this topic is welcome. I'd like whatever we post to be decided via consensus, not fiat.

(OOC: This includes all X-Men, Wanda, and Charlie)

notglitching

[The ACE activates to show a brief video: the murky air of a contaminated hallway, occupied by a dark-armored shape with glowing red points of light. Those who know Rinzler will find the helmet-tilt plenty familiar. Those who aren't might wonder at the purpose: of the broadcast, or of the rattling whir of noise that fills the background of the feed. Both stare and sound will persist for several seconds before the video promptly shuts off.

Introductions clearly and obviously complete, Rinzler reverts to texting.]

Request data on available security personnel for groups: "away team", "home team".

Non-security combat functions also accepted.

[Just... skeptically.]

Private to: Roommates, Clu, Alan, Wash

Status?

Private to: Shiro

Request status of security subgroup.

that_cost

[ If anyone was hoping to see the face of a half-grown grey kitten pressed against the device, this is your lucky day because that's exactly how it starts. Said kitten manages a meow and some sniffing before her owners hand reaches in and pulls her away. ]

Thanks, Bubble. You found the record button.

[ The flattest tone in the world, right there. Bubble has clearly turned this thing on by accident and Charlie isn't sure she approves. Darn cat. ]

Go chase the dinosaurs, or something.

[ Bubble instead hops up onto the bed behind Charlie and starts playing with the girls hair and Charlie sighs like this isn't what she wanted at all.

Speaking of Dinosaurs, since this thing is now broadcasting or whatever for all residents to see, she has a question. So she turns to face the camera, lips pursed slightly and Bubble sneezes her irritation at the fact that Charlie moved. ]

Why are there dinosaurs on the station, anyway? And why does the station look like a good sneeze in the wrong spot would knock it apart?

[ She has no manners. She could have at least introduced herself. Give it a second. ]

Hi. I'm charlie. I'm ninety percent sure I'm new, but some of this place looks familiar. Or, maybe I'm just going nuts, because I'm even more certain that I'm supposed to be on islands somewhere else. Clearly, 'm not. So if anyone can give me information about where I am that wasn't provided when I first showed up? Some kind of Survival Guide or Cliffs Notes version of whatever it is you guys think a new girl should know. Thank you in advance.

nyx_it

[Cue smash cut to a turian in your vents, Avagi. Or, rather, in some paneling, the light from her omni-tool casting brilliant light over a smoldering circuit.]

So while half of this place is gearing up to go play diplomacy, anyone think we should focus on fixing our half of the station?

[Or whatever section they're in.]

We've got mold, standing water, carnivorous plants and power failures. Not to mention who knows how many of our supplies got wrecked.

Maybe I'm out of the loop -- and I'll be glad to be wrong there -- but maybe we should get a handle on the systems on our side first.

nishizono

Show of hands - who's under twenty and needs help learning how to stab things in the dark?

[ Yes, he's that antsy to do something, that he's volunteering to help and be a contributing member of space society. The things that unresolved abandonment issues and a lack of parental figures will do to a young man, huh? ]

If you raised your hand, you're in luck. I'm teaching the basics of how to not stab yourself on accident and how to defend yourself with random objects. Adults don't have to apply, because if you don't know how to protect yourself at your age then you only have yourself to blame for that. Not that I'll stop you from showing up, though.

Heh.

Those interested can find me at the greenery. Free knives for attendees, because I'm nice like that.

clussy

(The feed comes on to Eddie sitting there looking very, very cross. He has a piece of cloth wrapped around his face, covering his nose and mouth, but anyone would be able to recognize him well enough by now. His grey eyes are fierce. Oh yeah. The entire ship is in for it.

He puts his hands up and tips his body to the left side of the screen.)

Nooooooooo Eddie. Mold in space is crazy, Eddie! Why would mold exist in space, Eddie!

(He tips his body to the right side of the screen and crosses his arms over his chest.)

Well guys, I don't know. Because I know how water and bacteria work? Because this isn't the first time I've experienced basic plumbing.

(And back to the left he goes, those hands up in the air now.)

But Eddddddie! You're just being paranoid!! Mold? On a ship! That's dumb!

(And he swivels back to the right.)

OH, I'm sorry. You're right. Why should I not be paranoid in a setting where we have next to nothing on the biological expectations of things like fucking mold?

(Eddie turns his eyes back to the camera, now just looking plain old unimpressed. He raises a finger.)

Not to say I told you so, but I totally told you so. It's kind of super hard to see, but I started having an asthmatic fit in the hall and I was like, wow, this hasn't happened in a while. And then I noticed that it was where one of the pipes had burst. And I was like, huh. Coincidence? Probably not. And guess what buckos? Mold. SPACE MOLD. Because guess what? If humans can exist on a ship, then so can bacteria and stuff like spores. Honestly. I should never listen to anyone.

We have plants here, guys, there's organic material everywhere. There's dinos running everywhere. Probably shitting in the pipes. There's actual shit in the pipes, by the way, at least some of them I assume. Organic. Material. And! On top of that! It's wet! (Wow uh, Eddie really can shriek, can't he?)

So what do we do? You should all wear face masks. Mold can cause a lot of serious health hazards. You can get respiratory infections, which if left untreated, can and WILL kill you! If your throat feels funny, that could be the mold! If your head feels funny, probably the mold! Keep your nose and mouth covered. Make sure your living areas are properly dried out. Gosh. Be careful!

(How does it feel to be parented by a literal twelve year old? Cause that definitely just happened.)

gridfather

[ Have Flynn, absent his usual smile. He's all-business, and in one of the labs, though the shadowed backdrop of hexagon tiles probably doesn't look terribly familiar. For a moment he's not even looking at the camera, but at something past it, until he drags his attention back. ]

Evening, folks. Gotta skip the pleasantries tonight, I'm afraid- there's something you all need to see.

[ He taps at his ACE, and a beautiful little holo model of their end of the station shimmers into view like a heat mirage. There's the observation deck, the barter block, living quarters, the whole shebang, with tiny points of gold light scattered hither and thither- roughly marking the inhabitants. It turns slowly, a wireframe of cyan light, while he continues, ]

For the past five months, we've been inhabiting this portion of the former Ingress Station, making journeys out into the wider universe via the portal. Much of the structure outside our immediate area isn't in the best shape, so we've been pretty limited when it comes to moving around.

Now, check this out.

[ With an easy gesture, the drag of two fingers, the wireframe pulls back. More of the old station appears, bands of light branching out to form the structure- a massive one at that. Anyone forget how freakin huge this place is? Will get a reminder here. ]

For the past couple of months, I've been working with Erik and Wanda to get a new scanning device up and running- ah, here we go-

[ At a fair distance from their home, the wireframe quits assembling in the air. After that long expanse of nothing in the preceding build, gold pinpoints of light suddenly begin to bloom, lighting up like a Christmas tree. Flynn looks back to the camera, calm still, but for the glint of excitement in his eye. ]

I'll spare you all the technobabble of the how for the moment, but we're not alone on Avagi. We estimate there's maybe a couple hundred people a good two, three days' trek away. We know- or can make a pretty good educated guess -that they're humanoid, like us.

Right now, that's pretty much all we know. I've made a copy of our findings for anyone who wants a closer look.

[ Heyyy, a file pop-up, in the interests of transparency! For a second, though, he looks like he might have more to say, but changes his mind. He adds, ]

So. Who's feeling neighborly?

sketchycharacter

[The face that appears on the network is a familiar one—Nate's a chatty guy, and he made a grumpy address not long ago. But something's different this time—he looks a little disoriented, a little older. A little beefier.]

Hey. [He raises a hand in a casual greeting.] Sorry if I freaked anyone out. Complete accident, I swear. By the way, that cryo slime is incredibly gross. Don't get it in your mouth if you can help it.

[Ha, ha. This is no big deal, right?]

It's been a while. Three days for you guys, I guess? More like...three years for me.

[He smiles weakly. He's not freaked out! He's not freaked out!!]

Nice to see everyone again.

( action )

magneticfields

(OOC: Locked to X-Cast, including Wanda but not Rogue)

[ Erik is uncomfortable with this situation, to put it lightly. Not only does the responsibility he now finds himself with weigh heavily upon him, but the act of putting himself in the spotlight and making some kind of public address, more or less, is also difficult. But he has to deal with it. So he retreats into the persona he generally uses when he has to do these kinds of things. Albeit without the cape and helmet, at least. ]

Mutant brothers and sisters. We find ourselves in an unexpected situation with the recent departure of Logan, Jean, and Charles. I know that you are most likely feeling uncertain about what this means for those of us who are still here. I find myself wondering the same thing.

I am here for you, with whatever guidance I may be able to offer. I do not have the experience with this sort of role that Charles and Logan had. I will do my best, for whatever that may be worth to you.

As for the majority of your education, my associate Miss Clara Oswald will be handling that. If you seek assistance on mastering your powers, I will do what I can. I will warn you: my methods are a bit harsher than Charles' tend to be.

And finally, I would ask you all to extend whatever kindness you can to Rogue. She is in a difficult and lonely position right now. You know she is from a point in time that is some years in the future for the rest of us. [ He pauses, as what he has to say is not only emotionally difficult but also the tenses involved are complicated. ] Apparently, I attacked her and very nearly killed her.

I don't have an explanation for why this happened to her. I can't imagine why I would do such a thing, but I saw her memories and I know she is telling the truth. She will need your friendship and consideration now more than ever.

If you have any questions or concerns, please bring them to me.

gridfather

[ The day is bright in Allcoran. Flynn is a little sunburned, a little tired, but he's nonetheless merry as he addresses the station. His ridiculous tanuki ears are quirked forward as well, all his attention on the camera. ]

Greetings!

I'm afraid I've got to beg for a little assistance this morning. You see, I need to get all of this-- [ A gesture and the camera zooms out, displaying the rather impressive collection of grain sacks he's currently perched on, ] --back to the station, and I can't do it on my own.

They're oats, [ he adds, fluffy tail a-waggin', as if that answers any sort of "where the heck did you get all of that?????" questions. did you know they give crafting items as quest prizes? neither did he! ]

Anyone who would like a share for their own use is welcome to have it. I'll be near the mill, no rush.

[ It is a beautiful day, after all. ]

deal_me_in

Hey! This thing on?

[The feed flickers in and out as Cayde tries to work out a good angle before seeming satisfied, going so far as to nod to himself as he gives a thumbs up...to no one in particular.]

Right, okay then- What was I- Oh yeah! So! I uh. I don't know if anyone else has gotten around to it or bothered or...if no one else has noticed at all or just doesn't care, but my Ghost insisted on me making this PSA.

So yeah! The thingy, the um. The Ingress Memorial? With the swirly lights? Yeah, don't uh. Do us all a favor and don't look at it too closely because then you might end up staring forever. It's just really distracting and tends to suck you in. Not literally because you'll just be a road block in the middle of the room and no one wants that.

[Cough.]

Not too hard to get anyone snapped out of it though. A good whack upside the head or something'll do it. -maybe don't do that if it's Rinzler because he has this nasty habit of attacking people for no gosh darn reason. Ahem. Didn't mean to get all personal there. But just- yeah. That guy? [He leans close in a conspiratorial sort of gesture.] -has issues.

Well! I think that's it! Aaaand....off.

[He looks off-screen with a snort.]

Okay, so that wasn't so bad. But either way, I'm pretty sure people're aware of the problem by now. And someone would've said something to the effect eventually-

Even so! I'm tired of having to snap you out of it just because you let your attention stray!

Oh come on, it was only- what, twice?

I count four, Cayde.

SHhh- well you try not looking at the shiny light thing when you go by- erm. Wait. Speaking of- why's the light on on the- DANGIT--

[And the video cuts.]

tearsinajar

[ The feed appears and it pans around to show the ceiling of the greenery at first, followed then by a glimpse of blonde hair piled on top of a head. Trays set up on tables in rows are then shown and the camera's beginning to move forward. ]

So. This is happening. Why not, right? I mean, living on a ship comes with its troubles and risks, all that, but now we have to deal with flooding?

Sure, add drowning while in space as another possibility to the list.

[ Listen to that bitter, sarcastic tone. Elena's just about had enough with the troubles that have been thrown at them time and time again. They really can never get a break. But she's over exaggerating, as her husband knows her to do so well. With the amount of water that's burst into various parts of the ship, greenery included, drowning seems highly unlikely.

Elena moves the camera to show where the water is steadily creeping in, points it downward to show her pants rolled up past her knees. She sloshes barefoot through the water to where it's risen up past her ankles; like hell is she going to ruin her shoes in this. ]

Anyway, the point of this was to see if anyone's available to help me out. See, I have a tree that I've been growing for a few months now— [ See now the short tree, the camera moving it into its view, the branches spreading out and bushy with healthy growth and proper TLC. The funny thing about this tree is there are little fist-sized pods hanging in various spots. ] It's a special tree. It might even look familiar to some of you who I know have been living in ships with me for as long as I can remember being stuck here.

If the water reaches it, well, we all know what happens when you overwater your plants.

[ Finally she shows up in the camera and makes a sad face, literally. That is her expression. ]

If you're unable to head over here, no worries! I'd take any suggestions over the comm. There's not a lot in here that's moveable, unfortunately, as far as figuring out a dam.

Let me know! And good luck to the other areas who are getting it worse.

( ooc; it's a little backdated due to rl and getting a chest cold but here's the OTA top level in the log, for anyone interested )

shadowblends

[Okay, let's be fair, when he finally gets the ACE's video up and going, his expression looks more exasperated than it should. In his defense, though, awaking from cryogenic sleep and trudging through flooded areas hadn't been an expectation, so he reserves the right to feel a little off-kilter.]

So, [Kurt starts, managing to keep the irritation out of his voice.] When did the water show up? Recently, I'd imagine, or else there'd be more debris floating about. [Cue a bizarre sounding trill that's reminiscent of an animal noise.]

I know, I know. [His gaze becomes downcast, free hand grasping the zipper tab below his throat and lowering it, allowing a pint-sized, yellow triceratops to poke its head up over the opening.] We're almost back to the unit, so be patient. [Another sound of protest, which Nightcrawler simply narrows his eyes at.]

Anyway, [a sigh before he continues,] I'm mobile once again.

What did I miss?

sketchycharacter

[It's been a while since Nate's addressed the network directly—not since the ACE was a TAB—and his generally deflated demeanor indicates that he's not doing so because he's in a great mood and wants to share it.

He won't volunteer the information, but the people closest to him will already know why if he's had a chance to let them know. His brother's gone.]

So it's been a couple months since we got dumped here, and flooding aside, this place is less of a shithole now, which is great. Maybe now that we're not rushing around as much trying to make it livable, I've got a question to consider: what the fuck is going on around here?

[He spreads his fingers wide for a moment before dropping his hands.]

Not that any of us have an answer. If you do, you're an asshole for not sharing sooner.

But none of this makes any sense. The Ingress reached into different worlds and yanked us through, sure. Makes sense in a bad sci-fi sort of way. But then the one they had here blew up and people are still showing up. Creepy light shows up and people are getting sent home. [His jaw tightens for a moment.] I hope. And that's without getting into any of the other bullshit that's happened.

For once I'd like something to happen that makes sense. Just for a few minutes. Is that too much to ask?

[Yeah, probably.]

beeped

have you seen this baby godzilla?

[There's a photo of a small, mini-Compsognathus. It's clearly a young one, barely the size of a chick.]

now you have and he's the cutest fucking thing and i'm keeping him forever. i saved him from all that grey water, it was such a shitty situation.

anyway, the thing is that little teddie here isn't like littlefoot and doesn't give a shit about tree stars

so what's a fella to do? i tried the soylent crap and he got kinda bored with it. i figure he must like the taste of people directly and not processed or whatever. does anyone have a bug or mouse problem? teddie is down to be pimped out for live eats. or i at least think he might like that better.

also if anyone's got stuff i can use for a leash and collar let me know. if he's anything like me i'm going to need it

culver

[this is clearly shot in the chemistry block, because there is water dripping from the ceiling and seeping through the baseboards. nill has the a.c.e. in one hand, and a pile of blankets in the other. she's trying to reorganize things on her side of the room she shares with laura so their possessions don't get soaked. there are a few fancy dresses shoved up on a shelf, as well as a gun and a kinfe.

nill herself is dressed far too impractically for what she's trying to do, but it isn't as if she has a lot of clothing to choose from. she's on her tip-toes, her thumb having slipped over the a.c.e.'s video function as she tries to keep it and the blankets in her other arm from the water that is rapidly pooling on the floor. she steps first across a chair and then up to a desk, and her foot lands in a puddle on the tabletop.

immediately, she slips. the blankets go flying as she windmills her arms to keep her balance, her wings flaring and flapping behind her. still, she falls into the water back-first, still managing to keep the a.c.e. above the waterline if not the rest of her.

nill sits up, soaked from the crown of her blonde head all the way down to her mary janes. her wings flap out uselessly behind her, the feathers slapping wetly against her back. only now does she realize the a.c.e. is recording, and she figures she might as well finish this shitty day off with a concise message:]

This sucks.

thisavrou

Conclusion: The Living Energy

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