thisavrou

[Chloe is sitting in what looks like a library. She's surrounded by heavy books, some of them looking pretty old and dusty and dog-eared in places, and there's a couple of paper take away coffee cups stacked off to one side.]

Right, so I've been thinking. We can choose to live in a pretty diverse areas, where there's all this history or agriculture or cool tree houses or whatever and that's great, but there's still a hell of a lot that doesn't quite match up to what we've left behind, or at least that's what I think. I know there are some pretty big empty spaces for some of us.

Now me? I miss Tim Tams and Patron. There isn't a single acceptable substitute for Tim Tams in space and that's pathetic. It's amazing; I can drive a hover car, planet hop, read all about the great space battle between two alien races who couldn't agree on what the hell Covfefe is, and yet there's nothing close to a Tim Tam in any of the space shops. That seems like a pretty backwards state of affairs.

[She thumbs through one of the books and hums thoughtfully.]

So. If you were going to get space kidnapped again and you could pick and choose three things from home you could take with you, what would they be and why? People don't count.

Go.

witchweird

[The camera shakes a little as it comes on, and for a moment Wanda's hand blocks half the picture. The other half shows a quilt hanging on a wall, a patchwork piece of artwork displaying a scene from a sport involving players leaping through the air with batons trailing different colored strands, weaving a maze-like pattern they must all navigate.]

[Then camera stabilizes on Wanda, sitting on a bed beneath the quilt and leaning forward with eager tension. She takes a deep breath.]

Not long ago, I went to a museum that had a display about the planet Aueia, and they gave me a gift of a carving of a whale.

[Another deep breath, and she opens a small box and gingerly picks up a carving of a whale and holds it for the camera. Her gaze moves sideways as she does so, eyes widening into a stare at something to the side. After a moment, she sets the carving down again next to her.]

Every time I touch it, I see ... someone. [She closes her eyes for a second, hand brushing against the stone lightly. When she opens her eyes again, she looks determined.]

But I don't always see him in the same way. He has moods... He seems to be involved in different situations, and sometimes I think he can see me... Sometimes I see more than one image of my brother, going in and out like one of those... like an optical illusion that can be an old woman or a young woman or a duck or a rabbit, depending on how you look. Back and forth, like flipping a switch of perception.

I went back to the museum, but they couldn't answer my questions. I want to know ...

How does this stone work? Can anyone tell me? Where does the image come from? Does it come from me, or does it come from...something real? Could it come from something in a ... world next door? Could it be true? Or is it just showing me...memory and imagination?

And when I see different things, does that mean anything?

[She stops, then stares at the camera, pressing her lips together.]

No, I know it means something. I want to know what it means.

inconsequence

[Ordinarily text is their preferred method of communication. It is simple, to the point, and allows them ample time to compose their response with as many polysyllabic words as possible, as if that might compensate for their apparent youth. But there is little to no time for that, now. So the transmission, when it occurs, is audio only.

The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]

Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.

[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]

There were children among them.

[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.

Speak as though nothing is wrong.]

I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.

private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.

[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]

private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.

[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]

yablueit

Helloooooo ladies, dudes, and various other genders, identities, and lifeforms! Some of you may already know me, but for those who don't, my name is Lance, and today I am comin' at you with some ice breakers! A couple of my friends who shall remain nameless but know who they are are really bad at socializing and are in need of new friends. And I figure, if they are, there's gotta be other people out there who are just as bad, right?

So here's the deal! I'm gonna read some questions, and you guys can answer them! And then you gotta talk to two people you don't already know. I don't count, but talk to me anyway!

Go into as much detail with these as you can want, because they're gonna help you make new friends.

[ He clears his throat, and starts reading. ]

Number one! If you were a vegetable, what vegetable would you be?
Number two, if you could meet any historical figure, who would you choose and why?
Three, what are your top ten favorite foods?
Four, share a description of your favorite material object that you already own, and share why it's important to you.
Annnd five! What color do you think best represents you, and how does being that color make you feel?

[ He takes a second to copy and paste the same questions in a text format along with his video for ease of answering, then grins into the camera again. ]

Everyone got that? Cool, now go meet somebody!

( OOC: for ease of copy/pasting )

el_paso

[ Social media, in Logan's firm opinion, is useless shit to him. Maybe he's too used to having been in hiding for too long, but it just feels like a bad idea to be connected to a network, even if he never uses it.

Now that he needs it....urgh, it's still a bad idea. ]

Is this thing on-

[ Yep, it totally is. His expression is flat, the scenery behind him rather nondescript- a grassy field, a stand of trees. The dark, salt-and-pepper wolverine ears peeking from his hair twitch. ]

I'm not gonna bore everyone with story time introduction bullshit or powers crap- I got a question for residents of Kauto.

You guys got an optometrist somewhere on this planet? Someone that sees humankind, not...Cthulhu alien-types or whatever else. I need a pair of readers.

That's reading glasses, if I wasn't clear. I'd like to get them pretty quick.

( private to x-bros )

archea

Thank god I only have my weird ass powers to deal with and not more weird ass powers to make my life even weirder.

Unless I got something like, super knitting and I'm missing out big time.

Then again, intergalactic space viruses...never a dull day huh?

ventifact

[rey is standing in kauto's district one, holding her TAB so it's facing three buildings. on the left is a sweets shop, and on the right is a business that would pass as a pharmacy. sandwiched between them is a very unassuming storefront, kind of in need of a paint job. but rey already poured all her money into this venture, so redecorating will have to wait. she has, at least, thrown together a sign from some sheet metal, letters cut out of the same (with a lightsaber, of course), and welded together (probably not with a lightsaber).

THE GARBAGE WILL DO

after the feed lingers on the store, she heads for the door, flipping the camera to face herself. she looks proud, but also mildly uncomfortable. she's never owned much of anything, let alone her own business. the inside of the building appears mostly bare behind her, but for some metal work tables and scattered tools. she clears her throat, looking off to the side, away from the camera.]

This is mine. The business, I mean.

[there's a soft beeping in the background, almost encouraging. bb-9 is a good friend.]

I fix things. I'm good with starships and vehicles. But I can work with other things--weapons, droids... appliances. Anything mechanical. I can do some programming, too.

[advertising is clearly not her area of expertise. she lowers the TAB for a brief moment before bringing it up to her face again.]

Anything bigger than a standard speeder won't fit here, but I can make uh, house calls. [but who would keep a starship at their house?? focus, rey.] And if you've got any scrap metal or salvageable machines, I'll take them. I can probably build almost anything. So, yeah. I guess I'm open for business.

[announcing something so publicly is so weird. she quickly disconnects the feed.]

witchweird

I saw that asteroid on the list of places, but I never considered visiting it because they had such a long waiting period just to look around -- maybe not long by the standards of quarantines, but it seemed long for a visit, when I had no real reason to go there, even before the storm and the fire and everything that followed. But as for the asteroid, it seems that they had reason to be thinking of quarantines and contamination.

stodgebot

This is T-O-D, Deputy of Ingress Contingency Coordination. We are entering a level two state contamination across all known regions--I told them we needed to regulate travel, but nooo.... and THIS. Is Ema.

[The camera turns from the round robotic speaker toward a tendril-faced being who looks slightly ill. Or just embarrassed. Those who have traveled with the Savrii's diplomatic groups might recognize the individual at hand as a mid-clearance representative. They might even understand the shy wave of her tentacles, before a high, sarcastic voice cuts off the gesture.]

Ema went out with that fiasco on the asteroid. Ema decided to cut loose. Relax! Why not? It's not like the assessors trusted with the fate of the multiverse thought it was dangerous!

...but. Ema keeps a sensible security system installed around her room. And that's how we were able to discover this.

[The TAB feed switches to a dimmer video with a timestamp in the lower left corner. Almost exactly three days ago-- the night of the celebration on Asteroid 276. It shows Ema stumbling outside of her quarters and vomiting into the hallways of Region Four. The tentacled woman stumbles away in distress, leaving behind a messy coating of red-grey...

...which quivers. Shudders. And crawls offscreen, a rolling, seething mess of flesh--]

Consuming untested phenomenon. Smuggling of a potential biohazard. And this from a planet vetted as safe? I understand many of you biologicals keep parasites of your own, but this is an obvious breach of interuniversal quarantine procedures, and requires immediate assessment and response.

[TOD vibrates in the air, high voice reaching a crescendo of frenzied importance.]

Testing stations are being set up in Burg One of Chioni and all populated regions of Kauto. All inhabitants of Thisavrou who have engaged in Ingress travel over the last two cycles are required to report to mandatory decontamination and debriefing. That's two hundred days for the calculation-challenged idiots out there! If you know of anyone experiencing similar symptoms, provide their names, along with anything they've touched, to the nearest Contingency Coordinator or intermediary. Especially if they haven't reported in!

I hope the urgency of the situation has been fully impressed on you. If, however, you have further questions, you may submit them for review.

[[ooc: More info on the decontamination will be posted in the monthly log. For OOC questions, head this way!]]

unaffluent

Is anyone good with things like power and plumbing in a new building? Like...how to set those things up.

witchweird

I didn't run away to join the circus, only the circus archaeologists. [Wanda's TAB displays a stone carving of an acrobat, and then a figurine of a bull. They're sitting on a shelf, and the wall behind the shelf looks like rough stone.]

They're replicas... I asked if I could have one of the real ones, because there were about a million of them just in the tiny tunnel we were excavating, but they wanted to catalogue them all, so I went to the museum and bought the acrobat. The bull...I carved that myself, to the pattern of the real ones. It's only a keepsake...

It's funny, there are a million of the acrobats in the archaeological records of Deslora, but the bulls were new to the site I was working on. They want to discover what it means, whether the acrobats and the bulls are connected. They think the site used to be... important... Sacred dances and ritual danger -- that's funny too. Ritual danger.

But I missed the fun house and the crowds, I went to the fair and all I got were these tiny figurines.

[She zooms the camera view out, so that the whole shelf is visible, dwarfing the few things on it. Two figurines, a few origami figures.]

Oh, and this is my house.

[Zoom again, and pan to show a very simple room with wooden furniture that looks like someone fashioned it with an axe. There are a lot of cushions, though, in many bright colours and patterns, and a number of plants growing out of the floor. There are no windows, but light filters in from somewhere above, skylights perhaps.]

I'm still working on it, I've mostly been away...

[Zoom in, back to the shelf.]

It'll fill up with memories, eventually. At least that's the idea...

[Wanda sighs.]

It doesn't really feel like home.

[She turns the camera on herself for the first time. Looking directly at the camera--] What do you think makes a home a home?

optimisticmonk

*Yawn*

[So tired. This tired young woman is slowly opening her eyes and then closing them. She doesn't know where she's at, but she feels she's not getting enough rest and curls into whatever furniture she's currently next to.

She then notices a sound and weakly opens up an eyelid to see]

'…'

'HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS THING ON?!'

[She scrambles to try fiddling with her TAB it but it then falls on the floor, and she with it thanks to her weird couch type bed having only just enough space. She then grumbles on the carpet and starts playing with it.]

*OOC: Want to shock her by saying hello? Go right ahead!

warandpeace

audio.

My name is Kazuhira Miller. I've been around for a while, and mostly I've been focusing on building my own small business. But I have noticed that there are a good number of us that, while there are some general assignments the Savrii provide for extra wages, still don't have a good use for our talents, so I'm gauging interest for a project. [There's a splash of water and a clank of glasses. Ignore him, he's multi-tasking.]

What I'm proposing, and what I will bring before the Savrii if there's adequate interest, is a Rescue and Recovery program. With Ingress activity having the potential to go awry or with natural disasters in Ingress accessible worlds, or allying worlds that might need to call on us for help, some people with appropriate skills could go on rescue missions. Especially when there are children or endangered animals at risk. It wouldn't matter if it was a complete disaster or a low grade backyard rescue. We have a lot of people and a lot of resources for it.

It would require investors, donations, part-time or volunteer work. People willing to offer medical facilities for recovery, since it wouldn't really be fair of us to rescue someone and then charge them for the retrieval.

[If you run that kind of business then you ask for the money up front.]

Also people actually going into these situations would be deserving of hazard pay. Even for a less than strenuous mission.

And... I was thinking- [here's the catch] -the best way to draw attention to the need for money in this sort of venture would be some sort of regular broadcast. I'm not sure how shows [television? hologram? How do semi-future planet media] work here exactly but that's something I would need more information on and another reason this project would require more than one handler. [And there goes the clank of some plates.]

I've not received any approval for the project but I thought I would gauge interest. [And a metallic clatter and crash in the background.] Shi- [Cut off silence. After a beat?] Let me take care of this and then I'll be back.

Does anyone here know how to fix the lid to a futuristic industrial dishwasher? That I can pay for myself.

artifixx

[the network dispatch starts with a video. one of the savrii appears in the view of the camera, something unmistakably formal about their posture and clothing, even though it will be hard for humans, at least, to read the expression behind tentacled mouth. for those of us who are accustomed to members of an identified race looking fairly similar, the diversity of savrii appearances probably continues to be confusing.] Hello, Moirans, [is the greeting.] I am Moksha, seeking your assistance on behalf of the Savrii and your fellow Ingress zone dwellers.

We have come into contact with a race of synthetic beings, the Artifixx. They possess a technology and resources that are critical to updating our defenses agains the dangerous, unstable energy output from the Ingress. I am uploading a datasheet. They have agreed to 'negotiate' over the opening of trade. However, they have one condition: they wish to speak with you, because you are the most recent newcomers and residents the Ingress proximate zone.

And to duel a champion among you. As is part of their warrior code of honor. [the tentacles sway at the bottom of the savrii's face, a riffle of motion... and emotion.]

The duel will take place at the Shock Box arena. I know there are many competent warriors among you, as well as spirits valiant and true-- and simply invested in our collective survival. If you have questions that cannot be answered by the uploaded file, you may lock a transmission to me. I will now open the transmission to their ambassadors. They have agreed to identify themselves with call signs. You may call them 'Red,' 'Blue' or 'Green.'

[with that, the video terminates; however, a discreet line remains available for those who need to consult.

in the meantime, the text transmission begins. words flow rapidly over the communications devices, swift as thought:]

hello! it is nice to meet you, peoples of moira. i am blue! i live on a spaceborne city too.

I am Red, Patriarch to the Lancers, Judge, and a veteran of the dueling art. The child draws false comparison. We were told of your ship. Our home is larger. However, some of your technology merits acknowledgment.

I am evidently green.

OOC Notes: If it wasn't clear, please use the OOC plotting Questions/Concerns/etc. thread for transmissions with the Savrii representative or background research/plotting with me, as necessary. We can discuss what OOC information should be taken IC. Thanks!

worn_wings

So anyone find out where those hearts came from?

[ Yeah, this is what it takes to get him to address everyone: not weird transformations of the spaceship, not people turning into alien creatures, not getting stuck on that dead planet. Nope, it's trespassing. Trespassing, and melodramatic littering.

He's put this off, too, but hitting dead ends means it's worth the hassle. Maybe someone knows. ]

I'm not real big on people leavin' dead stuff on my doorstep.

witchweird

[The camera starts off focused tightly on Wanda's face, the smile on her lips and the glint in her eyes. The background is green and out of focus.]

[She tilts her head to the side, choosing her words with care.]

There's something I want to share.

[Wanda turns the camera away from herself and tilts it up to show a gold and white globe dangling from a giant branch far up in the forest canopy. The picture cuts out for a second, and when it resumes, the camera is rising toward the globe.]

[Plausible deniability -- it could very easily be a camera attached to a remote control helicopter or some other device capable of flying. It isn't; Wanda's doing the filming by hand. But it could be.]

It's a traditional design from a world far away from here, but I was the apprentice paper-folder and I folded almost every fold -- it was a great deal of work -- and I have permission to show you the result.

[The ascent takes longer than might have been expected and the globe, when it's reached, seems larger than it had from the ground.]

[As the camera moves around the globe, it becomes clear that it's made entirely out of a shiny waterproof paper. Some areas are folded into organic designs, folded so much these areas are duller than the rest -- they almost look formed by some biological process. Some sections are more geometric. On of the pentagons is actually an opening that the camera passes through.]

[The inside is filled with structural components, thin cables and shiny metal fasteners and more sturdy paper folded into delicate supports. As the camera moves through what is a surprisingly large area, light and shadow mingle in complex patterns.]

[When the camera reaches the middle of the sphere, the top unfolds in an iris pattern, the whole structuring compressing to make an opening, and light pours in.]

[A stick-like alien suddenly leaps through the opening, and everything starts swinging back and forth, dizzying. Wanda can be heard laughing before the picture blips again, back outside, Wanda perched on a wide tree limb and the paper globe -- still swaying, though it may just be the breeze now -- behind her.]

I think it's beautiful.

[Wanda glances back, then shrugs at the camera.]

If you're not shaped like an insect, if you weigh more than a grapefruit, there are more practical, less fragile designs -- I'm making my own place to live, too, now that this is done, and it won't be a hanging garden...

But I think I'd like to live somewhere ... somewhere that makes me happy to live there, because it means something, even on a foreign planet. Something that reminds me of who I am, but also... [She hesitates.] A place that is beautiful.

[She shrugs, and adds, a little wry--] I suppose one must always have dreams.

coldhardy

[Elsa is a young blonde woman in a shimmering blue dress. From the lighting and the light breeze blowing tiny wisps of her hair across her pale face, it's obvious that she's outside. Her smile might strike very astute observers as slightly nervous, but she's doing her best for her message to seem warm.]

Hello, everyone!

I have a job! I'm managing A Rinkle in Time for the owner, Jim. He's very nice.

Now, I don't know if you've ever skated on ice before, but I wanted to invite you to come by. If you can see this message, you can get in for free once in the next two weeks -- just mention Elsa's Invitation at the door. We're in the Time District, and we look like this. [She holds the TAB out so that the eye of the camera shows the building before returning to her face.] If you don't know how to skate, come anyway! I'll cover the cost of your first lesson. We also have other games you can play, and we have skates to fit just about anyone, trust me.

[What she means is that if they don't have skates in someone's size, she'll create a pair with magic, even if they're for one of Riptide's friends and have to be the size of a sled. And if someone falls... well, if she's able to, she'll try to cushion their fall in a way they might not expect.]

[As she continues to talk, her expression sobers.]

One more thing. I've been told that I was on the Moira with you all, but I'm very sorry… I don't remember it. Still… if we were friends then, we can be friends again now. If you don't want to skate, maybe you'd like to have tea?

[Another smile, nervous again, and then a quick nod, and the video feed ends.]

[Note: Elsa will keep video format in replies, but that doesn't mean anyone else has to! If there's any interest, I'll throw up a log in a few days.]

witchweird

(OOC Note: takes place after this.)

[Wanda starts off with confidence; she's familiar with this idea of video posting. She smiles. She looks directly at the camera.]

Hello. I'm Wanda, and I'm new here.

[New. Again. Wanda's gaze moves past the camera, the words she had planned drying up. Who out there really cares about one more arrival? And does she really care about arriving in yet another strange place? She fiddles around with the camera angle, so that it shows more of her, sitting in a leafy bower. She plucks a nearby leaf and shreds it in her hands along the line of the veins.]

I am...

[From off camera, a voice shouts something about 'water for the portcullis?' Wanda glances in that direction, and then gives a little shrug. Really, all she wanted was to put her image out on the network just in case her brother is out there somewhere. She's done that. Nothing else matters.]

I am...

[I am so tired, she wants to say, but even that suddenly seems like too much to say. Or too little.]

I am here, Pietro, if you are out there.

[Too much. More than she's said of pure truth in a very long time. She could redo this, but her expression is crumpling and she doesn't think she could do any better. She gives a wavering smile and stops the recording. Posts it before she can change her mind.]

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