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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.


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[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-03-30 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps. But they also have fewer claws and their teeth are not nearly as sharp.

[The statement is delivered with a perhaps too cheerful smile.]

It also helps that I only took them on for a few years before they moved elsewhere into the wider world.
faenthras: art from vox machina origins. (PAUSE.)

[personal profile] faenthras 2018-03-31 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vex laughs, glancing over her shoulder at him. He seems to have a sort of parental look about him, she thinks, a guardian of sorts. The type of look she remembers her mother having, but not her father. ]

Ah, so you helped them earn their wings. [ She misses her broom. ]
horsepowered: (x15. Confident grin)

[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-04-01 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Only metaphorically. None of the gods decided to get ah...more creative, as it were.

[Creative in terms of punishment? Sure. Poor Heracles had gotten too much of that. But anything else was decidedly non-existent, and that was very much for the better.]

How big is your bear these days?
faenthras: art from vox machina origins. (FAVORED.)

[personal profile] faenthras 2018-04-03 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Your gods have a hand in their care?

[ From what little she knows of gods it doesn't surprise her, not really. Though she has to wonder how strong their influence is compared to the gods she knows.

Vex leads them off to the left, following the tracks and signs of Jaybears, all the while collecting what feathers she manages to see. ]


Trinket? Fully grown and armored. [ Her expression shifts to pure pride. ] He is big enough for me to ride him if I wanted.
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-04-03 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That's one option the gods have.

[From someone else, that could be a very dark statement indeed. Coming from Chiron, it sounds more akin to a plain statement of fact, one that doesn't strike him as odd or unusual at all.]

Goodness, he's a mount as well? You must be quite the scare when entering a battlefield.
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[personal profile] faenthras 2018-04-09 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is a little strange to think of gods who have a direct influence on events or people, rather than a distant one. Strange and a little unsettling.

She shakes her head, pushing the thought aside. ]


Trinket is an impressive sight even without me upon his back. [ Pride fills her voice, her expression. ] But you're right, we're terrifying together.
horsepowered: (x13. Hold your horses)

[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-04-09 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[For Chiron, active (perhaps overly active) gods is the norm. What scares him is when gods hold themselves apart and do not give any sense of who they are on a daily basis. The remoteness it's...it's a terrifying thing, in truth.]

Perhaps he'll find his way to you as well. It seems a common theme lately.
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[personal profile] faenthras 2018-04-13 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ It would be nice, she thinks, if Trinket were to just appear here with her. That last part of her will finally be at ease, comforted by the bear's familiar and ever soothing presence. Vax would like it as well. ]

Hopefully. [ Vex stops then, glancing about the strange forest around the, a collection of blue feathers clasped tightly in her hand. ] I think you'd like him, he gives great back rubs.

[ She stuffs the feathers away save two, which she sticks into her hair right behind her ear. ]

Well, we're here. This is where their territory ends.
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-04-13 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Around here, that might end up being a very in demand skill indeed.

[There's a smile on Chiron's face as he says it, and as their little journey comes to an end, he extends a hand.]

I believe I can soldier on from here then. Thank you very much for all your navigational help.