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⌞THE AGOGE⌝ MODS ([personal profile] agogemod) wrote in [community profile] agogelogs2018-03-17 12:45 am

THE AMAZING BASE.

WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Welcome home, nerds.
WHEN? Outside time and space, in the aether between dimensions.
ANYTHING ELSE? There is also a fish. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.


MYSTERY FISH;
question the mystery fish



DEPARTING GALLIPOLI

The order comes the day after the Marie Antoinette sets sail:
PACK UP AND GET READY TO MOVE OUT. WE'VE DONE ALL WE CAN HERE.

DEPLOYMENT: BASE.

WE NEED TO RESTOCK. BE PREPARED FOR MORE TRANSFERS ON ARRIVAL.

STAY SAFE. TIME-STEP EXPECTED TO BEGIN WITHIN THE HOUR.

FOR THOSE OF YOU NEW TO COST: FIND A SECLUDED SPOT AND TRY NOT TO EAT ANYTHING BEFORE THE JUMP.
The Time-Step

The transfer begins like a vibrating heat on the collar bone, just a hum of sensation.

But the vibration spreads. Veteran COST soldiers often refer to this phenomenon as "the buzz". The feeling builds, not unlike standing near a great engine or the wind-rattled branches of a massive tree. There is a long moment of motion sickness and you can't be sure if the world is shaking you from the inside out or the outside in. It may be better to close your eyes against the growing nausea, as the world blurs out of focus.

A star shines in the distance. You may hear the faint rustling of leaves. Some swear they hear voices in this moment, indistinct words echoing off nothingness. Others say they feel a touch of the divine, that the eyes of the eternal look down upon you. Ancient bones rattle just out of earshot, cold and brittle and nothing more than the suggestion of sound. Or maybe it's only an illusion, brought on by the powerful technology grafted into your skin.

One thing is for sure: One moment you are here and the next you are not.

The shift takes you from whatever solitude you could find aboard the Marie Antoinette to the temperature-regulated hallway of what looks like a very poorly put together space station. Droids rush up and down the long hallway, fixing broken bits of machinery or just chattering with each other. A few crows sit on high ledges, looking down and watching. Someone mutters something about a centaur around the corner.

And you might just notice, provided you were in Gallipoli long enough to acquire stowaways, that the parasites lurking on your skin are mercifully gone.

For new arrivals who didn't experience Gallipoli: You, too, will appear in this long hallway, filled with droids and crows and humans (still filthy and clad in ANZAC uniforms, carrying battered equipment from the first World War). And you'll be wearing the minimal COST-issued athletic underwear and holding whatever one item you were allowed to bring. Surprise!

READ THE BASE INFOPAGE.


home away from home

Those who have been to BASE before may find a strangeness to it all: BASE seems...still. The windows show a verdant world instead of the usual aether (though with the typical paranoia), and the halls are bereft of all but a few crows. A man stands at the end of the long hallway you arrived in, waiting for you to get your bearings before he speaks.

Except, you know, he's not a man. He's a centaur.

"It's been barely a week since you left, by my reckoning. But for you, I'm sure, it's been much longer. Still, much has changed. You may have noticed we are...becalmed. This is due, it seems, to an error in our ways. We kept something that does not belong to us, several wild creatures that are meant to be free. They seem to have psychically called out to their home, and their home responded; we are now somewhat stranded.

"But let me explain—the Aether is the nexus between worlds and times, but it is not a dead thing. Creatures live in it. We have crashed onto the back of one such creature, a mighty beast, as large as a small country and entirely undiscovered. We have found why the creature has intercepted us: we have accidentally taken captive some of its children. Shapers, the wild creatures I mentioned, it seems they form a symbiotic bond with the creature, and live happily within its stomach."

He frowns, considering this.

"Shapers, I should mention, are creatures that briefly infested our fair BASE. The issue was dealt with, though we kept some for experimentation. The coelacanth took issue with this, it seems. It can speak, of course; we are stranded very near its head, and if you wish to ask it a question, I implore you to do so. The creature is older than creation—older than me—and only speaks once to any creature it encounters. It's said its wisdom brings kings to their knees."

His eyes crinkle in humor.

"My name is Chiron and I am the caretaker of this place, for those of you whom I have not had the pleasure of meeting. More importantly, I am a trainer and a teacher of some experience; if you wish training or schooling of any sort, do summon me. I will be happy to assist."

He's easy to contact, often found in the library, the training area, his capsule, or elsewhere in the station, attempting to fix what he understands and arguing with crows.

"We intended to spend this time exploring, for this is a rare opportunity to discover more of an entirely uncharted world. I hasten you to see if anything on the coelacanth can be of use, but be careful. Take only what you need, not what you may want. I intend to learn my lessons well; these creatures are not pets. Takes food, water, and any materials of use to us for our survival and perseverance, but no more. We task you with this: explore the coelacanth, and see what of it can be understood. Bring us back samples, but do try to interrupt the natural habitat as little as possible. We are guests here."

He bows and the action shows a slight limp in one of his back legs.

"I would join you, but I am far too old for such activities. Still, do pepper me with any questions you should encounter. I am always available on the network, or in person, within this hulking mass we call home."

And then he leaves you to find your capsules and rest.


Once you've found your room and settled in—perhaps taken a shower, collected clothes, and eaten—a droid will approach you with camping equipment and give you a brief explanation of how to access and use the database. It's time to get your gear and go.

Of course, you can decline. You can stay and tend to the fort, maybe try and clean up this patchwork jumble of metal and machinery. But seeing the sights on the back of a giant fish flying through non-space? Who can say no to that?


the undiscovered country.


BASE's airlocks open into a lush valley, vibrant with color and rustling with life that has thrived on the coelacanth's back for millennia. It's a striking shift from the rot and gunfire of Gallipoli, unmarked by shrapnel, bombshells, and never-fresh air.

No, the air here is clean in a way that can leave you breathless, untouched by pollutants and stirred into a gentle breeze. It's a marked departure for anyone used to a more modern Earth or rough equivalent; letting the air sit on your tongue leaves a crisp, unsullied taste behind. And the whole forest feels alive, in a way that reminds you of how small you really are.

A white crow perches in a tree near BASE's exit, too high up to properly engage but a stark contrast to the bright leaves around her. She merely watches recruits come and go with a shrewd eye, feathers fluffed against the light chill. There are other crows scattered throughout the wilderness, some easier to find than others as they flit through the trees, sit on camping equipment, or hitch rides on the hoverbikes.

Besides those brief flashes of black feathers, however, you're left unsupervised.

Try not to fuck up anything too badly.


prizeneck: (83)

[personal profile] prizeneck 2018-03-27 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
He tilts his head lower, chin to his chest, but not at what the sniper is saying, but at the surface, the gridwork laying upon. He can't really see beyond the mirror of the water, a surface so smooth it could only mean unperturbed liquid. No currents. A pond, maybe?

"Strange? What does it look like?"
dipolar: ✭ YOU'RE BREAKING THROUGH (pic#11957769)

WILDCARD/EXPLORING ;)

[personal profile] dipolar 2018-03-27 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
(checks dorian's location on the BCE with his handy dandy stalker map, then sets out to track him down. there are things that need to be discussed and things that need to be shoved under as many rugs as they can find, but he'd rather address it. get it out of the way so that it doesn't haunt the both of them later.)

@BURGERKING— @SUBUBI
Prepare yourself, I'm on my way to your location.


(not an ominous message at all.

true to his word, however, hei's following all signs pointing to dorian and two pairs of hoof-prints. which, consequently, have him quickening his stride. if the man's being followed by a beast, he'd rather let him know about it — not that he can't take care of himself, something hei's witnessed firsthand and at far too close a range. he finds him by one of the sprawling lakes and assesses dorian's relationship with the great elk-looking creature, fully saddled and seeming rather impressive. the assassin's stopping very, very short of them, warier at the hart than at dorian, but that's not immediately obvious.
)

Dorian.

...

(holds up a large bag, wriggling. no context, though it seems to be a present. a bunch of freshly dead fish.)
prizeneck: (15)

[personal profile] prizeneck 2018-03-27 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, so I've been told.

[The thought that he may be doing something to no end at all was both leaving him an acrid taste in the back of his throat and something he was already used to. He never really knew that the outcome of his actions would end the way he predicted, the way he rationalized over. Sometimes, not even the precog girl would know.

All he had left to do was the resolve to do it. There was no way around it. Still, being reminded of the uncertainty wasn't exactly the nicest of tastes.
]

Was this your first mission, or have you been here longer?
millimeter: kg. neutral. talk. (over there)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
[At a glance, it looks like warping and that's what initially draws his eye. But—no, it's something different. At least he thinks it's different and he looks at the streak in his photo, bemused, before he blinks up at Lena, curiosity plain on his face.]

—It's a little blurry? I can always take more, though, no biggie. And the light show was pretty cool!

[A beat and then he guesses:] Magic?
horsepowered: (x14. I have a cunning plan)

[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-03-27 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
This is my natural form, in truth.

[Not that COST had disguised it, but that wasn't worth getting into. There's a smile on Chiron's face as he adds:]

It's just not conducive to being out and about most places when the watchword is subtle.
horsepowered: (x4. Serious face)

[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-03-27 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, that kind of self awareness is a rare thing. It's good that you have it.

[But it also makes Mordred feel like two people vying for control. The one who wants to be king, and the one who knows herself and that she'd fall into the same bad habits as many others who have taken the crown.

The notion that Mordred doesn't care about people feels...a little false as well, from what he's seen. But he won't mention that.]


I believe you're right that to rule, you need to have a better understanding of people. Perfection is impossible to relate to. But perhaps...[Fuck it. He's got nothing.]

Honestly, your quagmire is one I'm not sure of how to resolve.
millimeter: kg. neutal. talk. (ok then)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Kinda? The graphics usually aren't this good.

[And there he goes, thinking about video game interfaces, which it takes him a second to track the rest of what 9S says.]

—Wait, plug-in chips?
millimeter: kg. neutral. oh. up. (please cut your hair)

1/2

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
wow, maybe bribery is beneath me dude!

OH YEAH i know ryuji! he's cool
are you guys from the same place??
planet??? time???? man that's still weird to type
millimeter: cg. neutral. profile. (questioning)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
uh careful where you land, gravity's weird here
millimeter: cg. lol. (that's hilars lol)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[The silence is almost long enough that Prompto starts to get nervous despite that little smile, like maybe he missed a social cue or somehow bungled the shot—maybe the guy just thinks it's an unflattering pic all around.

But when he gets a compliment, mild as it is, his face breaks into a wide smile.]


A while! Since I was a kid. Didn't really take it seriously until recently, though, I guess. Always been more of a hobby.

[His eyes follow Ryo's to the dragokeet and the one on his shoulder snuffs right in his ear, making him let out a huff of a laugh.]

That tickles... [Yeah, he's outright talking to the dragokeets like they understand him. He scratches its neck, earning him a trill.] You guys are honestly pretty cute when you're not throwing shade...
thunders: (avengers; i don't drink tea)

[personal profile] thunders 2018-03-27 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The better part of your life? [ It's a guess. There's no obvious distinction between the aesir and the shorter-lived races, like humans, but Thor has spent much of his time among the latter. They mark their time by years, not epochs and eras, and there's a certain weariness about it that he's come to know very well.

And anyway, the conversation is a good distraction from what she's doing with his arm. ]


Have you always wanted to do this?
millimeter: cg. uh. (dude come on)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
...Oh. [Another one of those crestfallen looks, before it flickers annoyed.] Not being able to remember anything sucks.

[He gives Mamoru a scrutinizing look.]

Ssso, do I know you? [Yes, we're doing this. We're making this happen.]
thunders: (avengers; we're just getting started)

[personal profile] thunders 2018-03-27 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thor does finally notice someone out the corner of his eye. He isn't unaccustomed to people trying to lift his hammer when it isn't near, and while the idea doesn't trouble him, it is a little rude. They could ask. He waits until the man's hands are wrapped around the grip, preparing for another heave, and then he calls Mjolnir to him.

The hammer jerks instantly, pulling toward him. If Henry doesn't react quickly enough, it will simply drag him into the water with it as it makes a straight shot for Thor's hand. ]
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2018-03-27 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[... oh my god.]

Do you take pictures of people you don't know?
millimeter: cg. lol. (good one bro)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's pretty much the physical manifestation of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ right now.]

Guess I do now! If I didn't before. But I guess that's a yes?
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2018-03-27 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well. If anything, it tells him that the amnesia doesn't really affect a person enough to dull their first instincts.

Either that or he's seriously underestimating Prompto's paparazzi whims.
]

Yeah, you know me.

millimeter: cg. surprise. oh. cross. (oh snap)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Probably a little bit of both.]

Cool! What's your name?

[A beat.]

What's my name?

[mfw they only exchanged aliases.]
thunders: (avengers; arms crossed)

[personal profile] thunders 2018-03-27 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can see why it might be intimidating if that's the case. The water may be still, but the pool does get deeper further in. ]

It's unlikely that you'll have a better time to learn. [ A gentle way of saying that he worries it's a skill she may need when the water isn't so calm.

Thor tilts his head, considering. The young woman is his comrade - he ought to help if he can. ]
I can teach you, if you wish. If you are in any danger, I'll see you safely back to shore.
prizeneck: (30)

[personal profile] prizeneck 2018-03-27 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh my god.


He's. used to being called by his codename so it's with a shrug that he goes.
] You go by "Quicksilver" or "Kenny", though I'm pretty sure those aren't your real name.
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millimeter: co. neutral. cross. (ugh really)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooooook.

[His face clearly says "what the fuck".]

That's weird, but ok. You said this was temporary? Because I don't know about you, but I'm ready for my memory to come back now. [His voice creeps up into a whine at the end.]
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2018-03-27 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything wrong with them?

[He nods, sighing. It's not like he likes it when people are out of their wits.] Yeah, half an hour? [Tilting his head to his collarbone. The BCE tells him the time.] Ya got 15 minutes.
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[personal profile] garbagepilot 2018-03-27 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's right, too, about all of that. There had been the sea at Gallipoli, but it had been far too cold and there wasn't enough time during a war to stop what she was doing and try to find someone to teach her to swim.

And now there's a peaceful lake, no danger around to speak of, and all the time in the world. Turning him down would be stupid, not to mention dangerous if water is going to continue to be something she's faced with here, so after a moment of consideration she sighs and nods.]


We can call it a trade. [Because there might be nice people in COST who are happy to give things away but Rey still lacks the trust to assume anyone will give something without getting anything in return.] I've been hunting so I have some food that isn't a gel, or if you wanted to learn to use a staff to fight I could teach you how.
millimeter: kg. talk. awk. uh. (can we not)

[personal profile] millimeter 2018-03-27 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, it's not the names. I mean...I wouldn't know the difference anyway. More like why was I using an alias in the first place? Seems kinda dodgy!

[In any case, he groans, resting his face in his hands.]

This is gonna be the longest fifteen minutes. I still can't feel my face.
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2018-03-27 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
You were undercover for a mission. That should be enough, right?

[He frowns at that.] But you feel everything else, right?
mcscouty: (isaac 20)

Spa

[personal profile] mcscouty 2018-03-27 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry, peace and quiet? Can't have that for too long, just wouldn't do.

Both end as Felix makes a turn into the spa area with a wrinkle of his nose. He's been making his way through the station to gain his bearings, get a feel for this place that is going to pretty much serve as base of operations for the time being. Poke around people and places, find the lay of the land as it were.

His eyes graze over the creepy glow of the pods, then shift back once he sees Samus settled in one of them. One eyebrow crooks slightly higher. Well, hello there. ]


Sheesh. Even their spa's a dump.

[ His fingers lift into airquotes around the term before dropping again. ]

I mean, I knew it sounded too good to be true? But a man can dream. Tell me the water's warm, at least.

[ With a slightly affected sigh, he swings himself in through the door, fingers hooked loosely into his pockets as he goes. Civvies today, his armor secured in the cabin he'd been assigned. Too bulky for exploration purposes. Certainly not ideal for preening in front of the pretty blonde relaxing in the water. ]