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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2015-11-01 12:09 am

( november intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: November 1st and on
Where: The ship and on planet
What: Exploration + new arrivals
Warnings: Please label any warnings you have on your threads



THE INFLUX
"It is not so much about beginnings and endings; it is about muddling through the middle."


The 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.

Welcome to Caducus Primary


Shortly after your arrival, you are met by one of the captains and any of the crew of the Moira who might have accompanied him. You are given a brief physical scan and are asked to sign a contract that states you are now part of the Moira with a specific job. This process 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 with only the slightest pinch. Much like the Moira's own Ingress, C-Primary's Ingress seems to be malfunctioning, and nothing can return through it. If you choose to disregard this offer, you will be detained indefinitely by the natives of Caducus Primary. (Joining the Moira is really the only choice you have.)


DESCENSION
"I am the keeper of fragile things."



From a distance, Caducus Primary doesn't look like much. The weather on the planet is extremely stable, and the vegetation is neat, almost pristine. What stands out about C-Primary, however, is the fact that there are hundreds of VERY TALL buildings packed together in many of the cities. They are elevated about the ground on what appear to be stilts and sway almost gracefully in the gentle breeze that is always present. Their stability never wavers; they don't fall down. The streets are lined with beautiful sculptures that are placed wherever light is needed. Many other designs can be found outside as well as in. This planet is rather wealthy, and the abundance of their natural resources reflect in everything. The world glitters just as glass would in the sunlight.
Native Details
● They have darker skin tones, but their hair styles and colors are all as unique as they can make them. This can be seen as influence from other travelers.
● Friendly, welcoming, and encouraging to the crew to trade with them for what they need.
● There are no visible "poor" areas.
● Calm and organized. If lost or in need of directions, they will offer to take you where you are going.
● Vey strict when it comes to rules. (Trade what you say you're going to trade.)


CITY PROPER
There are many things to do once on planet. In the city proper, stepping into one of the multiple shops reveals workers crafting glass figurines, jewelry, cups, and other items to your specifications. Trading is the same as on all other planets—there is no one accepted monetary unit. Yet, any unsavory cargo (such as weapons, explosives, alcohol, and drugs) will not be found anywhere in the vicinity of these areas. Other travelers have set up places outside the cities near transporter zones for these particular necessities. Trade at your discretion. At night, if you catch your reflection in a surface that isn't quite as transparent (on a sculpture, the side of a building, anything made of glass), there will be a momentary glimpse of your past or future self. A blink, and then, it will be gone.

Staying on the Moira isn't required during time spent on Caducus Primary. Visit one of its many fine hotels with its beautiful accomodations. The price is remarkably inexpensive: it's free.


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Jasper

[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-02 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
City – Day

She's disoriented at first, prowling the streets of the city with the tense wariness of an animal that's just been released back into the wild, waiting for some sign of the bars of its cage. At somewhere around eight feet tall, Jasper stands literally head and shoulders above most of the people thronging around the city, and between that and the feral, out-of-sorts way she carries herself most of them quietly move aside to let her pass – which is fortunate, because she isn't quite looking where she's going, instead studying the faces of passersby intently. Her piercing yellow gaze ends up lingering uncomfortably on anyone who looks even a little different from the majority of the natives, clearly searching for someone or something, and unconcerned about offending anybody in the process.


City – Night

Evening draws in and whatever she was looking for, she still hasn't found it. At least, not until she catches sight of her reflection in a shop window. A second pair of eyes stare back at her alongside her own, from a green-skinned face. Shimmering chains encircle her – their – neck. Jasper's eyes widen, and then with a furious, terrified snarl she summons her helmet and smashes it into the window. Glass shatters around her; an alarm starts to wail. Jasper takes a step back, looking wan and haunted under the visor of her helmet, but the only thing she's staring at is her own hands.


On board the Moira, the following morning

Jasper doesn't sleep, and with the whole of the night to reflect on her situation she's begun to pull herself together. She's still pretty on-edge, but she's no longer spending every second waiting for the other shoe to drop. And despite the relief that comes with realising that she's finally alone, she's not happy with her situation. Once she's finally mentally gotten her bearings, she heads straight for the Moira, although she's gotten turned around enough that it takes a little while for her to make her way there.

Once transported on board, she bustles forward with an authoritative stride despite having literally no idea where she is. She seizes the first person she sees by the shirt or shirt-equivalent, or at least tries to – she might even haul them off the ground to her own eye level in her impatience.

"Who's in charge here?" she demands.


(Feel free to drop me a line if you'd like something else from Jasper – also I'll match tense if you want to tag with brackets instead, it's all cool)
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ON THE SHIP

[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2015-11-02 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
After a few months on the Moira, Miles has become accustomed to expecting the unexpected. Not a difficult adjustment in the long run, although regrettably for him it'd come with a few lessons the hard way. It's been a month and change since his initial injuries on the last planet they visited, but his arm's still in a sling and his cracked ribs still make it a little painful to breathe in deep. At least the broken fingers have healed by now. He's had enough of those kinds of lessons, thank you. Miles isn't going to let that kind of horseshit sneak up on him again.

Until a huge orange hand closes around a fistful of the front of his uniform and jerks him clean off the ground. Miles is so startled that he reflexively kicks his legs out in an attempt to keep walking, and he doesn't manage to close his teeth over an alarmed yelp before it escapes. Miles blinks at Jasper, mouth opening, but at least he manages to bite back the first impudent response that springs to mind.

"You'll want to talk to the captains," he manages, chancing a look down to the floor. That sure is several feet between his feet and the floor. God, the woman looks to be tall as Taura. He pauses and clears his throat, resisting the urge to put his good hand on her arm to give himself a little leverage against gravity, because somehow he doesn't think that'd end well. He already has one broken arm. "I don't mind directing you there, only -- d'you mind putting me down first?"

For someone who hasn't interacted with humans much, Miles isn't really the most representative example. He's smaller than pretty much any human adult at 4'9, though his head looks like it belongs on a man of 6'. The overall look isn't improved by his crooked spine and heavily lined face, although he's attempting to mold his features into something resembling a welcome smile despite a more private inclination to pee himself.
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-02 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes narrow as she looks him up and down, clearly unimpressed with what she sees – not least because if this human is going to be leading her anywhere she's going to have to walk more slowly than she'd like to keep pace with his tiny little legs.

But she doesn't exactly have a wide range of larger humans available. This will have to do.

"Alright," she says brusquely, and drops him.
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[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2015-11-03 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He wasn't really expecting her to put him down gently, although he didn't really figure on being dropped a meter and change. Miles just barely manages to land on his feet instead of anything more breakable (or...already broken), the shock absorbed by the plastic synthetics in his legs. Still hurts like a son of a bitch, though, and he staggers a step or two, gritting his teeth.

"Right," he says brightly, baring his teeth in a grin. He gestures expansively at the towering Gem with his good arm. He almost feels bad dropping her at Captain Thán's doorstep, and he briefly entertains the idea of directing her to his cousin Ivan, one of the Public Relations officers, but that'd be more in the vein of a mean prank rather than anything helpful. Thán it is. "Allow me to lead on, madam."
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-03 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Jasper doesn't thank him, just gives him a curt nod and follows.

"And what do you do?" She sounds skeptical, but this is the problem with humans – can't tell what they're for just by looking, and in Jasper's limited experience they don't seem to be made for anything. Extremely inefficient.
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[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2015-11-03 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Miles is used to the skepticism, albeit from a totally different angle. He keeps up a surprisingly brisk pace for a man so small, although he couldn't match Jasper's stride if he tried. "Me? Well, back home I'm an officer in the Barrayaran Imperial Service. But my current post on the ship," he says, and clears his throat, "is, uh, Beverage Dissemination Officer."

At least it sounds less stupid than ship's bartender, but only by a hair. He'd like a real job now, thanks. He cranes his neck to glance up at Jasper curiously. "And you?"
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-04 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Beverage dissemination officer makes more sense to Jasper than bartender would have, so he's saved them both some trouble, at least. She isn't any more impressed by the title than she would have been if she knew what a bartender was, though; she arches one immaculate eyebrow at that reply, and then snorts. For all she knows that's normal for humans, honestly. Disseminating beverages sounds about their speed.

"I'm a Quartz," she says. "A soldier." She peers down at him, frowning. "There a lot of demand for beverages on this ship?"
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[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2015-11-04 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Everyone needs their entertainments," Miles responds with a half-shrug, giving her a once-over that he tries his best to make discreet, but that's pretty difficult considering he has to crane his neck to look up at her. He's not surprised she's a soldier -- hell, probably an officer, with that commanding air. If she isn't, she ought to be.

"Quartz?" he inquires. "Is that some sort of rank where you're from?"
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-05 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Jasper doesn't really see how entertainment correlates with fluid nutrients – but plenty of what little she knows about humans is backwards and nonsensical, so she doesn't care to question it.

She snorts. "No." She taps the gem set into her face, where her nose should be. "It's my function. Quartzes are made for combat. And I have more important orders to be carrying out than teaching self defence to a bunch of weak organic lifeforms, so the sooner I can leave this planet the better."

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CITY - DAY

[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2015-11-04 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
It’s not hard to pick the Moira crew members out from the natives in the city. And some are easier than others. Not that Ratchet’s going to judge; on a far smaller scale, he’s not blending in any better than this gigantic orange woman. Which doesn’t make him any less surprised to run into her; he’s grown startlingly accustomed to humans. With very few exceptions, everyone on the crew is human or indistinguishable from one. It wasn’t much different on the Neheda. And considering he’d never so much as laid eyes on one before six months ago, humans had become the new normal.

So to Ratchet’s new (and not so-improved) standards, Jasper is very much not normal. Moreso, unlike the casual wandering and sight-seeing most of the others seem to be doing, she looks like she's on a mission. Maybe it's just how she goes about things...maybe not. Either way, when she meets his eye, he doesn't hesitate.

“I’m guessing you’re part of the crew.”

It’s more a statement than a question, because there is no doubt in Ratchet’s mind that it’s the case.
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-05 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She turns abruptly, eyes narrowed, movements tense. At first she doesn't see Ratchet, but then she aims her gaze a little lower down...

For a too-long moment she just stares at him – his words take a moment to sink in.

"The crew," she repeats, flatly. Her attention, it seems, is elsewhere.
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[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2015-11-05 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
“Uh….yeah. The crew.” He repeats it back to her slowly, giving her a puzzled look. She seemed distracted, although you never really could tell woth these things, could you? “You know the one….probably kidnapped you against your will? Made you sign a contract you barely remember? Gave you a new piece of jewelry?” He holds up his wrist in demonstration of the MID. “Are you uh....are you alright?”
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-05 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She glances down at her own wrist, but seems to get distracted by her hands. She flexes the massive orange fingers, slowly.

"... Yes," she rasps. "Yes, I am." Her yellow eyes flicker back up to Ratchet, narrowing slightly. "Who are you? Have you seen a Lapis Lazuli?"
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[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2015-11-06 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
A lapis lazuli?

"Isn't that a-" A sudden look of realization comes over his face and he points, without thinking, gesturing at the gemstone set in her face. Right there. Right where her...nose should've been. "A gem! You're one of those gem types...like Peridot!"
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Jasper blinks, straightening up a little. "Peridot," she repeats. "There's a Peridot here?"
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[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2015-11-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes! I know her...she's..." Right. Ratchet had asked Peridot about this; about how the Peridots differentiate between one another, and she'd acted as if it would never be a problem, but here he was. "...she's green? About this high...no. Wait." He lowers the hand he'd been using to indicate her height to a much lower one, thanks to a recent revelation. He shrugs somewhat defeatedly.

"Don't you guys ever get confused, all having the same names? Or...I guess, not having them at all...."
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-06 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ratchet please, she is in no shape for these kinds of questions. She just sort of stares at him bewilderedly for a moment or two at that question, and then, "... No," she says, her brow furrowed in faint confusion. She's loosely familiar with the practice of individual names as some other species use them, and personally she's always considered it overcomplicated and unnecessary.

"... Are there other Gems here? Besides this Peridot?"

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FOR ZAM

[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-28 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Jasper doesn't need to sleep, and the nature of her body means she doesn't really need to wash, either. Both of those things can be enjoyable for gems, of course, but Jasper hates water and she also hates wasting her time, and sleep is about the biggest waste of her time she can think of.

As a result, she hasn't really seen any reason to go to the room she's been assigned, so far. She has better things to do with her time... or at least, that's what she'd like to think. After a week or two in a confined space with mostly humans, who all sleep at night, you kind of run out of stuff to do.

Might as well take a look at this room she's been assigned.

When Zam makes her way back here, she'll find Jasper investigating the hanging beds with genuine curiosity, lifting the bottom one up with one hand like she's struggling to puzzle out its function.
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[personal profile] backsassin 2015-11-28 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
It’s obscenely late at night when Zam finally stumbles back to her quarters, looking like she just got back from a library and smelling like she just got back from a bar. If there was such thing as a library with a bar, that is definitely where Zam just was. And if there isn’t, why the kriff not? That sounds amazing.

She’s pondering this as she carries her pile of books through Moro Deck, trying not to drop any. It’s not a big pile at four books, but when you’re drunk, even four books feels like a veritable tower. Still, she feels she’s doing an admirable job keeping them balanced, especially considering how inconsiderate the floor is being by pitching like that. However, when she walks into her room and unexpectedly sees a large figure lifting up her bed, she’s startled enough that she jerks back with a gasp, the first two books on the pile tumbling from the top and landing, of course, on her foot.

“Fierfek!” she curses, giving a dismayed glance down at the books and then looking back at the figure in front of her. She squints.

“Who are you? And what are you doing to my bed?”
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-28 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Jasper looks up sharply, like an alert predator; her slitted golden eyes narrow as her attention fixes on the apparently human intruder... except it seems she's not an intruder.

"Hmh." Jasper puts the bed down and frowns at her. "You the other one supposed to be sleeping in here?"
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[personal profile] backsassin 2015-11-28 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, yeah. [She tosses the two books she’s still carrying onto the closest desk before stooping down to pick up the other two, doing her very best not to lose her balance and fall on her face. She succeeds. Barely. She puts the books with the others.]

Whatever it is you’re looking for, it’s not under my bed. [She slowly realizes this probably doesn’t sound as ingenuous as she means it to. She attempts to clarify.] Or anywhere else in this room. I haven’t even had enough time to stockpile contraband yet.

[Nailed it.]
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-29 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not looking for anything," Jasper scoffs. "I've been assigned this room. For..." She sneers a little, "resting purposes. I wanted to look at it."
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[personal profile] backsassin 2015-11-29 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Zam blinks.] Then why were you lifting my bed up like that? [She walks over to where the aforementioned bed hangs, hesitates a moment, and then tries lifting it herself. It takes both of her arms to even get close to lifting it as high as the other woman had with one hand. She drops the bed and looks at the other woman with a lopsided grin.]

Either I’m a loooot drunker than I thought. Or you-- [She points at the woman.] Are really strong.

[She then gestures vaguely in the woman’s general vicinity.] And given your shape, I think I’m gonna go with the second thing. Am I right?
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[personal profile] stompadour 2015-11-30 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[UNIMPRESSED SQUINT.] Stronger than you, apparently. You a human?
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[personal profile] backsassin 2015-11-30 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Zam isn’t even mad. She doesn’t need muscle, she has explosives. Well, had explosives. She flops down on her bed, glad to be off her feet.]

Ssssometimes, [she says, then laughs at a joke only she understands in her current state of inebriation. She lifts her head to look at her roommate.] You aren’t though. Colors are too bright. [She lets her head fall back against the bed.] I’m not even going to be able to look at you tomorrow morning.

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