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 DAY ONE | THE ARRIVAL. OPTION A | STARTING FRESH. You wake up, wet and bruised, in the water. You don't recall falling, but you recall a flash of bright light, and the next thing you know you're washing up on the shoreline. You can see two moons and a planet or two in the sky. It's a surprising sight; just as surprising is the fact that you're not alone. Abovehead is a slash of oscillating lights that flash painfully bright from moment to moment - and you get to witness a silhouette or two getting spit out of the lights, falling into the waters with a loud splash. No one is hauling you off your feet, but you do see a small crowd of teenagers forming around you, looking at you warily as they hold out makeshift weapons. When they realize you're awake, they start calling for someone called Navigator - and one such person appears, gives you a cursory check-up before healing what wounds you may have. In a terse voice, they tell you: "You are currently in Caius Allied Territory. Welcome to Alexandrina." After that, they shove a dry towel at you and point you in the direction of the others who've washed up on the shore; shower tents have been set up while shuttles idle nearby, waiting for you to board. It's not the warmest welcome, but it's something. You're now in Alexandrina, and we hope you enjoy your stay. OPTION B | TEST DRIVE AS CANON. You wake up to the sound of the sea crashing gently on the shore - and the odd yell or two as people fall from the sky. Up you get, the man knocking on your door shouts out. Time to get the new kids out of the water. They give you towels and med kits to take along with you, before leading you own to the beach where figures fall into the water — and you see with your own eyes how the figures' descent slows for a heartbeat, just before hitting the water, almost as if gravity itself is rejecting them. Curious, isn't it? Better get to work though, before the children start poking holes on the ones that have already washed up to shore.  DAY TWO (A) | IT'S RAINING... CRYSTALS? It starts with a few droplets, and then it's suddenly pouring in sheets. The rain is fairly pedestrian at first, just plain water soaking into everything, but then it starts to get a little warmer, warmer still... and then it's raining crystals along with the water. Crystals in many colors, glittering and glimmering as they fall from the sky. The locals have baskets set out to catch the downpour, and some of them are inviting you to do the same, because the rain doesn't seem like it'll last for very long. These crystals are used by the locals as portable fuel. Go ahead and collect some loot; these crystals may come in really handy soon...  DAY TWO (B) | BLAST FROM THE PAST. ...And by soon we mean really soon. The 409 is a mishmash of technology. Some of the tech, like the hoverbikes and the medical kits, indicate to a far more advanced level of research and tech development. On the other hand, there are twenty-first century cars with wheels, and antiquated communication tools. What's up with that? Poverty. That's what's up. Dark economic humor aside, the reason behind the 409's prevalent low fidelity technology really is a matter of a lack of resources - Hypatia Holdings only funds its rescue fleet and its health care, but little else. Most of the development in the area has gone to setting up defenses against the rift. The inter-settlement commerce is thriving, certainly, but there's only so much of the more up-to-date resources to go around and importing from Pycchis tend to cost an arm and a leg. Hence: the wheeled cars and jet-propelled bikes, among the many anachronistic things that are still up and running in the 409. The locals still use the vehicles to get around, but a good number of them are in great need of repair. They're offering the new arrivals personal items to trade for fixing the vehicles. Do you want some star-shaped fruit? A hand-sewn shirt or two? Maybe you want a helmet, or a pair of boots. The locals are open to trading if you'll help them fix their meager vehicles. You could even use those collected crystals from earlier to power up the vehicles, take them around for a test drive. Do a good deed today, and earn yourself a good dinner.  DAY THREE | SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409. The settlement is in a mess. The 409 is a bustling little settlement - there's a flourishing market, a healthy community, and a fairly peaceful relationship with the Satellite Embassy and the Caians who live there. Generally speaking, the 409 is a good place to live in Alexandrina. Tonight is an exception, however, because sometime during lights out someone - a bunch of someones - start blasting holes through the thin walls of the local cottages. The small crowd moves through the settlement fast; by the time the settlers are up and about to check the noise and the damage, the perpetrators have moved on. Walls are blasted through, and the ones left undamaged are vandalized with glowing tags in rude Caian slang. On some walls, MIND YOUR OWN is written over and over, in large block letters. Stalls and their wares have been upended and strewn across the streets. Children are woken up, crying, and the elders get to the business of cleaning up with a resigned attitude. The message is clear: the Terrans aren't welcome. What kind of life do these people lead in this place? You don't get to ask your questions just yet. According to the Head Navigator, everyone's to move north, and everyone's got a few days to salvage what they can from the mess. Easier to leave for somewhere quieter than to rebuild where their efforts will be torn back down again, they say. Looks like you've got a lot of lifting to do. OPTION A | GET GOSSIPY. While helping the settlers get their affairs in order, you ask around about the general climate of the settlements. Does this kind of attack happen often? Do people get harassed like this outside of the settlements? You get a feel for how these people live, and it doesn't paint a nice picture. OPTION B | INVESTIGATE THE MESS. You ask around - but not about what's happening. Did the locals see who was responsible? Did they hear anything before the walls were punched through? You're a nosybody and it makes the settlers a little uncomfortable, but they're not shying away from the questions either. OOC NOTES. Welcome to the first INTRO LOG of HYPERJUMP! This log contains clues towards the upcoming STORY QUEST this September, so please don't hesitate to ask us any questions here related to the log! ♥ | ||
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[ Alexandria? ]
What the heck is an Alexandria?
[ Maggie didn't appreciate waking up all wet and bruised, having weapons shoved in her face, and then being told that she's woken up in an unknown place in an unknown system to her. Though, she did appreciate the towel but it didn't do much for her hair which now has a flat, wavy shape to it which makes her feel like seaweed or swamp plants than the usual beautiful goddess she sees herself as. They are certainly going to give her curlers or something because this is just unforgivable.
When she is ushered to the shore, Maggie cringes in pain ever so slightly as the bruises are making themselves known now. It's honestly a miracle that her makeup is still in tact. She huffs. ]
This sucks...
[ Getting to shore, Maggie looks on. Shower tents? What is the point in showering if she doesn't have an alternate outfit? She pushes her hair back, an exhausted sigh falling from her lips. Whatever. She could deal with this. Hopefully, with the sun shining down so brightly, she will dry quicker. Maggie doesn't know who's who so she just goes up to the first person she could find. ]
Hellllooo? You work with this whole operation, right? I need curlers and a change of clothes - stat.
{ IT'S RAINING...CRYSTALS? }
[ Maggie has a love-hate relationship with rain. She loves it as an experienced gardener and how it helps the plants grow, but she also hates it as it ruins her hair. Though, this rain is certainly different. Very, very, very different! Maggie's eyes absolutely light up when she sees that it is not hail but crystals raining from the sky! ]
Oh my TITAN!
[ Maggie is handed a basket but she doesn't stick around for an explanation. The only thoughts that seem to be running through her head is how she is going to collect as many as she can. Maggie places the basket on top of her head before she runs out into the miracle she is witnessing, a satisfied smile on her face as she feels them fall into the basket. Her excitement is apparent as she looks towards the closest person, her eyes alight. ]
Can you believe this?! This is amazing! If you don't want your crystals, can I have them?
{ BLAST FROM THE PAST }
[ Maggie's definition of help isn't exactly the same as other people's.
She is mainly attracted to the wheeled vehicles because she has never seen anything like it before! Hoverbikes were pretty meh but vehicles with wheels is amazing. She didn't even know what wheels were until she is told what it is. Though, she is then asked to help and Maggie says yes just for a chance to get a closer look at the round technology. And there is also the fact that she was going to get something else out of it as well. So, she stays on the side and only hands tools to the real mechanics as she just watches.
While everyone else takes a break soon afterwards, Maggie stays behind and looks at the car. The keys are still there and she had already sacrificed some of her (precious) crystals for fuel. Maggie looks left and then right before she slips into the front seat, picking up the keys and turning on the ignition. She pretends to drive it, her hands on the steering wheel. What follows next is a complete accident and most definitely not her fault. Honestly, she had pushed the gear shift forward ever so slightly but it went fully into drive. Before Maggie knew it, the car is rolling forward and picking up speed very quickly. ]
Oh no...
[ Maggie tries to pull the gear shift back to where she put it but it snapped off entirely. Holding onto it, she felt her heart drop. Well, there is only one thing left to do.
Scream. ]
{ SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409 [A OR B] }
[ Getting involved with these sorts of things is something Maggie didn't like doing but she felt asking around wasn't anything too offensive. Her questions vary between simple to thought provoking. Maggie isn't exactly the type to use her brain due to her impulsive nature but, when she did, she could use basic logic. It's obvious that it's because of the Terrans or whatever the hell they were calling themselves. But the question is who was doing it. Maggie is honestly getting tired of it all.
The divide and dislike is super dumb so she already had a theory of who could of done it. So, she approaches the strongest person close to her. Maggie wanted to punch whoever did it, really she did, but she also values her life. It only seems logical to tell the real ass kickers her idea so they could go handle it. ]
Hey, so, I have an idea who could have done it from asking around and it's definitely anti-Terran motivated. But anyone with a few brain cells could tell that...
{ WILDCARD }
[ Throw whatever at me! ]
crystals
[ From the porch of one of the cottages, thankfully covered by an awning, Shouta sticks his arm out, basket in hand. His is empty, only because he hadn't reacted to sharp objects falling from the sky with the same enthusiasm. Still, seeing someone actually enjoying themselves in this situation isn't all that bad.
In his grasp, the empty basket catches a few crystals, even if he has no intention of hanging onto it. ]
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[ Maggie happily takes the basket, a smile on her face. ]
This is perfect. One is for keeps and the other one can be for...whatever they need it for I really don't care.
[ She glances over at the other guy. ]
Hey, why aren't you getting any anyways? They're pretty cool.
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I've had my fill of weird for the day, thanks. It's all you.
[ He can only guess things are going to get weirder, too. ]
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Thanks again, really, but had your fill of weird? I could think of weirder things. But, I won't judge.
[ She picks up one of the crystal, inspecting it. ]
Though, everyone seems to be collecting them. I wonder what for.
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[ Still, he peeks out from under the awning, watching the storm with a discerning eye. When he thinks he's got it right, he reaches out so a crystal plinks against his palm. He weighs it, then holds it up. ]
I wonder, too. Seems a common enough thing for the locals, at any rate.
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[ That's a lot but Maggie loves talking. If she could, she'd spend a whole week just telling someone about her ever-developing life story. ]
Yeah, it is. I wonder too. I bet they use it for something really freaky like demon summoning or whatever.
[ Says the girl who has a demon she interacts with. ]
They're sort of freaky, yeah? I'd ask them but...I don't really want to. Mysteries are exciting and whatnot.
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I've gotta say, it sounds like you've had a weirder time out there than I have.
[ Not that his life was all peaches and cream, but he doesn't have to get into it. ]
This fills my mystery quota, though. I'd prefer an answer or two.
[ He gives the crystal a toss. ]
Crystals at home were decorative. None of that demon summoning stuff was real.
time to say goodbye
She glances over with a touch of disdain at the girl. But she looks like a Green. At least there's that. Finally someone who looks like they should. Even if she probably doesn't know a video recorder from a fork. ]
Yes, and?
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[ She flips her hair. ]
And in groups, there's a weakest link. Someone must have messed up somewhere and left some evidence. Though, I'm sure they are all mega ugly and are only retaliating that they can't be Terrans.
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She pauses. ]
Have you found anything?
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No. Investigation is hard. And I'm also really tired. But, if I were some kind of junior detective or whatever, I'd suggest you guys just follow the footprints.
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People could have died. You could die next. And it's too hard to bother?
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[ She crosses her arms. ]
Now, are you going to do anything or not?
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No, because a true Gold would never act so shamefully. They would be eager for the chance. ]
You mostly take care of yourself, so... take care of it yourself. If they come back and decide to shoot off heads instead of into walls, you'll just have to manage on your own.
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[ Maggie squints. ]
Are you saying that you're not going to do anything? I mean. I'm not going to judge.
[ She is. She totally is. She's always judging people. ]
But, still. I thought you were, like, the soldier-type or whatever.
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I'm the commander-type. I have other people do the grunt work. You know, like you.
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Well, sweetie, I think you made a mistake. Because I'm not the grunt type. I'm more of the rebellious type. So how about you do your commander type thing and command others to figure things out or whatever. So you'll actually be doing something important for once.
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Victra rises up from her crouched position, unfolding all six feet and ten inches of lean muscle to tower over the girl. ]
And what's the most important thing you've ever done, hm? Curled your hair?
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More than you have ever done, I'm sure. I'll have you know that I have escaped with my life on multiple occasions and I've saved multiple people in the process. I'm practically a hero. I was on my way to see TITAN so he could give me a medal when I was torn away from my goal by getting dragged to this craphole in some trash galaxy.
[ That was...sort of kind of a lie. But she wasn't about to lose the done-the-most-important contest. ]
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[ She doesn't know Victra, know her history and what she's done, but then again, Victra barely knows hers. What little she's said just now sounds like barely anything, but it's still something.
And she manages to face up to Victra. More or less. At least talk to her rather than stumble through her words like an idiot.
Victra still doesn't like her though. ]
Get out of my face. I'll do what I like.