agogelogs | 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.

CAPSULE ASSIGNMENTS

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.

EXPLORE:INFOPAGE|DATABASE
talk to a fish | destruction report

NAV. NETWORK LOGS OOC MEMES PLURK

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I get it. Kinda. Not to the same extent as you, but--

Even a guy in Gallipoli called me a "cheater" when he found out about my shades. [He snorts. It's not like he's playing the disability card at all - except when it's to put people on the spot. But then again, the guy in question seems to be... troubled, somehow, though that's not the word he'd really use for it.

He doesn't need a history lesson, because of that. Part of him would be hopeful that with new technology, the world would easily accept its access, the abilities that they provide; the new challenges, the new chances they could offer. It's all very rose tinted and he's aware of it.

Another part of him isn't surprised at all that society somehow made it difficult. Debatable, even. He wouldn't be surprised there would be extremists regarding that very same issue, too. It's part of human nature.

He shakes his head. ] Guess it's only through dissonance that we can evolve.

[ Cheater? How rude! Genji doesn't get the sense that Mamoru makes a point of his blindness most of the time, so that makes the comment even more inflammatory. While Mamoru might have been willing to brush it off, Genji has an idea of how he would have reacted, had he been present. ]

I'm sorry that was said to you. It's never a good feeling.

[ Genji sighs to himself and shakes his head, recalling the various things he'd been called over the years. Not to mention everything he'd thought about himself, in the dark parts of his mind.

That last statement from Mamoru has quite a ring to it; it almost sounds like something Master Zenyatta would have said. ]

Maybe you're right. I believe that we can make progress with it, given time. Everyone here has been polite, at least.

[ Some were curious, having never seen anything like Genji before, but that he doesn't mind. It's the judgment and distrust that bothers him. ]

[Mamoru shrugs his shoulders, an unconscious tilt of his head accepting the sympathy, though. He had thought it was funny - unabashed, even refreshing. But then again, Mamoru is the first one to admit that he has a weird mentality, an even weirder sense of humor. A product of 'growing up fucked up' as he once described it to his partner back home.

He hears the whirr of machinery becoming louder, and the heat and scent of food wafting closer to them. They're nearing the kitchen, it seems.] What do you think of COST so far?

[ The sudden change of subject doesn't bother Genji at all, especially since there's not much else to be said about their respective physical differences. Genji wouldn't think of himself as having a disability, given that he's now more capable in so many areas, but that doesn't mean he isn't treated differently. ]

It's hard to know what to make of them. If they had been straight-forward in recruiting me, I might feel a little more secure. But their cause seems like a noble one. I have friends here who seem to believe in what they're doing, and I respect their opinions.

[ That isn't to say that Genji doesn't think for himself, but since he's still so new and hasn't seen enough to form his own opinion yet, he's willing to listen to what people like Jack and Angela have to say. ]

Are you hungry?

[ They are approaching the kitchen, so it seems only polite to ask. ]

[A soft hum precedes:] I get it. I do remember getting here, the whole recruitment process, but it must be real confusing for some people who had their BCE's glitched.

[Excuse you, Genji, he's going to zoom in into that particular detail.] You have friends here, then? That must be nice.

[He pauses to consider it. In fact, when isn't he hungry? But he was on a mission of mindmapping the rest of the ship, so he better follow through. Still...]

Thinking of getting a snack, then we can keep going, if you want.

[ Confusing is an understatement, but Genji isn't going to dwell on it as this point. He's hardly the only one who suffered this glitch, and complaining isn't going to bring back those memories.

At the question about friends, Genji nods. It's a habit he can't really break, even if it's unnecessary with Mamoru. ] I do, yes. Three of them, actually. Two have been with COST for some time, one is new like me. [ It doesn't sound like Mamoru has anyone from home with him, but Genji won't put salt in the wound by asking. ]

And that's fine. I haven't been to the kitchen yet.

[ They're approaching the doors now, and he's quick to take the lead and hold one open for Mamoru. ]

THE AMAZING BASE.

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