etrayalogs | MISSION 004 WRAP-UP

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MISSION 004 WRAP-UP

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: August 9th and going forward
WHERE: Returning to Etraya
WHAT: End of Mission 004 Log
NOTES\WARNINGS: N/A

⏵ there's no place like home ⏴
On the morning of August 9th, every Etrayan’s earpiece receives a message from Eos: FAIL or PASS in big, bold letters with no further context. Players are free to choose which response their character gets; if they were able to go through Moorecroft without letting on that they were from Etraya, or another city bubble in general, they will receive a PASS. Those whose identities as Etrayans were spoiled, will get a FAIL. This response has no bearing on whether or not they participated in the midnight breakouts, nor what condition they’ve managed to get themselves into.

It wouldn’t be the first time some kids from Moorecroft tore up the town looking for answers, even if it is the first time in a while they’ve managed to get as far as they had and cause as much damage as they have.

Regardless, any responses sent to Eos will bounce right back to the original sender, with a RECEIVER UNAVAILABLE error: it seems that, shortly after sending through their results, all of those from Etraya have been disconnected from Eos’ network, and reconnected to Aurora’s by the friendly companion bots stepping through another portal in the middle of Moorecroft’s park. They’ll offer waves of their hands, and usher everyone back to Etraya proper. They’ll offer explanations similar to what Aurora would give to newcomers arriving to those who were dropped in with Eos, as well as offer to assist them in getting settled in Etraya.

The companion bots will allow Etrayans to step through the portal with items they can carry, minus the smaller android babies. If they insist, it will be explained to them that, much like the companion bots native to Etraya, these babies are meant to assist newcomers in settling, and they cannot take them from Eos.

Welcome home.

At the very least, everything looks normal on this side.

⏵ whispered secrets of the night ⏴
Or it seems normal enough. While previous excursions outside of Etraya have featured environmental changes, the city bubble now appears exactly as it had before everyone left. Buildings stand as pristine as ever, animals have been fed and cared for, and everyone is invited to return to their homes for a quick rest.

But as you meander through the familiar streets and over bridges, an unsettling stillness clings to the air. The usual sounds of Etraya–the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the chatter from the companion bots– feel slightly off. Shadows stretch a little too long, lingering in the corners of your vision, and the light, although warm, seems to cast an unnatural tint over everything. It’s as if the city itself had been holding its breath in everyone’s absence.

As days pass, the eerie stillness begins to ebb. The animals gradually resume their usual activities, and companion bots return to their routines, chatting with Etrayans as they wander the city and help set up new facilities.

Yet despite the return of normalcy, a sense of unease lingers. The city feels different as if it’s been touched by something while you were away. There are no curfews on Etraya, unlike Moorecroft, but those who wander in the dark may be unable to help but notice that it almost feels as if something is watching you, waiting for you to let your guard down. Etraya appears to be the same, but something has changed, shifted. And it’s only a matter of time before that change reveals itself.

Those who wander outside at night during their first several days back will feel like they are being watched, but will be unable to find what is watching them, regardless of the method they use to try and discern what it is.

⏵ sea la vie ⏴ The unsettling sensation of being watched gradually fades over the next few days. Etraya begins to feel more like the place you remember: slightly empty, but comfortably so. The weather shifts unpredictably, with cool breezes one day and almost stifling warmth the next.

The companion bots, seemingly oblivious to any lingering unease, appear to be in full vacation mode. They spend a significant amount of time on the two small, sandy islands that are just south of the hospital, setting up for what looks like the perfect beach day. Chairs are arranged in neat rows, colorful towels are spread out across the sand, and a small shack has been built just off the side of the bridge that offers swimsuits and any other beach-related item that they could need - or most of them! The narrow river means surfboards are out of the question; instead, the bots provide massive tube floaties, perfect for lazily drifting down the currents.

⏵ polaroid pandemonium ⏴ Everyone receives an invitation to Corrine’s Cafe, along with a table number. The invitation may arrive via a companion bot delivering it to them physically, or as a direct message from Aurora via their earpiece. The invitation instructs them to meet at the cafe at a specific time and sit at a designated table.

At each table, two envelopes sit in front of two chairs, each containing a collection of photos. These images capture significant moments from your history - events you may have forgotten or ones that have shaped who you are. On the back of each envelope, instructions for the task await: discuss the moment featured in the photo with your partner, and share what it means to you. Whether it’s a memory of a terrible ordeal, or one of your happiest times with your loved ones. The choice to participate is yours; however, Aurora and the companion bots make it clear that your place at the table is pre-reserved whether you show up or not - meaning, your photos may still be viewed by others, even if you decide not to show up.

⏵ NOTES ⏴

This log marks the end of their visit to Moorecroft! Characters return to Etraya on August 9th regardless of what shenanigans they were getting up to within the other city bubble. We'll be following up with the mission: breakout threads, as well as continuing to follow through with NPC threads and provide further information for those still participating in plotting.

For any questions relating to the contents of this log, please use the mod queries thread. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

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[she breathes out jaggedly, a bit embarrassed at allowing the cracks in her resolve to show. to a total stranger who has no interest nor responsibility for her wellbeing.] I...

[it's all really fucking unfair, but saying so sounds so childish. nothing has ever been fair, it's not as if she has some unique claim over being traumatized. she just needs to handle it better, fingernails digging sharply into her palms.]

I've been sick for a long time. Finally found people willing to help. Developed a treatment plan... [Scott was supposed to go off an collect her more healing particles from the Quantum Realm, and maybe it's for the best she's oblivious to how that ends. because it'd be further proof that the odds are forever stacked against her.] But now I'm stuck here. [and it's an oversimplification of everything, but admitting that she's a killer struggling to integrate into society that went on a revenge streak against a family in a desperate attempt to save her own life is really just too much to share. she's fine self-isolating from the population here already, she doesn't need to give anyone reason to come after her.]

Are you getting sicker?

[ She's not a doctor, she doesn't know what makes a person sick unless they're being obvious about it so it's not like she can tell. Her eyes narrow as she looks over the other woman.

Doesn't look contagious and isn't snotting it up everywhere so Jessica's gonna take this to mean sick in ways she's not aware of. ]

I'd bet the money that I don't have there's some kind of doctor around here that might help.

[Ava visibly tenses at the mention of doctors. maybe it was a mistake to mention that something is wrong with her. she doesn't need a stranger using it as an excuse to poke and prod at her. and she certainly doesn't need to give anyone leverage over her again.] No. It's not the kind of thing that- it's fine, I have it under control. [she doesn't. she has no idea how long Janet's stabilization will hold out. but apparently the dead don't stay so here, so if it comes to that...]

The point was. I was so close to finally getting to just. Live. Free of other people's bullshit. Do something I wanted with my life. Without having to constantly worry if I messed up or didn't perform correctly-

Well, if you did, you fucked up with a lot of other people.

[ Considering she wasn't alone. They were all here, stuck and trapped, and forced to do whatever this place wanted them to do. ]

So, I don't think it's just you, okay? I don't even know if that's what happened. Could be this place just snatched random people to have fun with.

[she wants to claim she did nothing to deserve this, but she can't manage such a lie. in her heart she knows better. knows that no matter how she justifies all the lives she's taken, that the karmic weight of it would crush her eventually. Ava huffs lightly and glares, she highly doubts this was just random selections.]

Sure. But then what? We just let them kick us around until they get bored and toss us away? [like Yelena's sister, who apparently vanished without so much of a warning. the very thing that gnaws at Ava's anxiety, that she can never seem to escape.]

That's what they'd like to happen.

[ Not that she's certain of that but she has no idea what this place's aim is. She knows what they've been told but that doesn't mean shit to her.

She wants to see concrete evidence of that fact. ]

What else do you wanna do about it? Rise up and rebel?

... [well, yes. yes, she'd like to rebel. years of pent up frustrations to take out, resentment for being lied to and exploited and abused. having her choices taken away, forced into a lifestyle she never wanted.

all these years of desperate survival, and for what? just to be trapped all over again.

but the truth is, she never successfully managed to get away from SHIELD until somebody else destroyed it. because they had ensured she was so dependent upon them to dare leave. but she's promised herself never to fall for such a scheme again.] There's nothing I'd enjoy more than burning it all to the ground.

But. It's a waste of effort without an actual plan. No satisfaction in throwing a tantrum for the sake of it. I don't even know what there is to fight against.

And I don't have a plan. No one else I've talked to seems to have a plan either.

[ But hey, maybe she's been talking to the wrong people. Maybe there was a plan somewhere. She shrugs. ]

If you don't like that, make your own plan.

[an irritated sigh. because the overwhelming sense of impending failure looms over, and yet despite her crushing exhaustion and desire to finally just be done, Ava doesn't like to give up. doesn't like to just give in and have her freedom violated without a proper fight.

but she had put everything she had into her last fight, what was supposed to be the last, one way or another. and this time she's starting at even more of a disadvantage. Ava closes her eyes briefly, steadies herself with a reminder she can cry about it (again) when she's safely alone.]

I was trained to wait. Gather proper intel. Be patient. [Bill isn't here to remind her anymore, but his wisdom lingers. prevents her from giving in to her impulsive instincts. she's a professional, not a rebellious teenager.]

Was just hoping others made mistakes to learn from first. But it's fine. I'm used to doing everything the hard way.

If they've made mistakes, I haven't seen them.

[ Has she been looking? Not too closely which is her own fault. She's been more sulking than anything else especially since she hasn't been able to get herself out of this mess.

It's annoying. It's frustrating. ]

They just seem to like tossing weird shit at us and watching us run in circles.

Failing didn't seem to mean much. Not yet, at least. [if that will have later consequences, that's to be seen. maybe a mark against their universe's survival rating. but for people like her that really don't care about the fate of it...]

I don't know. Once heard if you're tired of going in circles, try walking in a straight line. [a snort. because she's really directionless in her wandering right now. without any specific goal to focus on, she's felt increasingly lost.]

I think I've heard that one before too.

[ Maybe from her mother before everything had happened, maybe from Trish, she's not sure. She hadn't really paid it in any mind. ]

Is that what you're out doing? Walking in a straight line to clear your head? Or you just getting off trying to scare people?

[that type of wisdom might sound good but isn't easy to act upon in any meaningful way, of course.]

Can't sleep. But it's hardly my fault that everyone's so easily spooked by me just existing. [slightly defensive. but she pauses] It is funny when you get a grown man to start pleading to god, though.

You're lucky that it was me you spooked.

[ Though, she would argue that she wasn't spooked. She was fine, thank you. ]

Someone else might have had a weapon. And they might have been a good shot and made your night really terrible.

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[lucky is that it's somebody that's been willing to listen to her vent, really. it's been so pent up.

a small snort of amusement.] Wasting their ammo won't hurt my feelings any. Doesn't matter how good their aim is. Can't shoot what's not actually there.

[she vanishes, and reappears directly in front of Jessica.] Hit me.

[ Yeah, the vanishing is a neat trick, isn't it? Thankfully, Jessica doesn't startle when the woman appears right in front of her. She rolls her eyes and then, fine, tries to hit her.

She rears back and throws a punch, silently apologizing for what she was about to do. ]

[no need to apologize, because no matter how hard Jessica swings or how good her aim is, Ava's prepared to let the hit phase right through in demonstration.

though she briefly considers allowing it to connect, because she hasn't gotten into a proper fight for awhile. but nah, the punch hits air. there's a ghostly flicker of movement as if a version of her did take the fist, but it fades quickly. Ava stands there, smiling and unaffected.]

[ Okay, so that's how it is. She's one of those. Not that Jessica's seen that particular power before but she knows enough about superheroes to know they run the gamut.

Annoying.

She swings through and stumbles a bit before righting herself. ]

Handy. That'd make you damn near invincible, wouldn't it?

[her hand lingers just briefly on Jessica's shoulder to make sure she doesn't topple. once she's stable, her hand quickly withdraws back to her side.]

Ah... hardly. Still ended up here, didn't I?

And it messed up my life far more than being normal ever would have. It's actually rather miserable. So if getting you to hit at the air is the only highlight of my day, I'll take what I can get.

[ Good point. ]

Well, still handy. Probably makes it hard to get shot. Been there, done that, I'd like to avoid it if I can.

[ She is curious on how this woman got like that though she has a feeling it wasn't pleasant. ]

I'm not gonna try and punch you again. Wasting my energy.

[she's not aware of anyone who actually enjoys being shot at, but she can certainly understand that experiencing it once is enough to make the woman extra cautious.] Come from one of those trigger happy worlds too? I had to explain to a woman here what a gun even was...

[a gentle nudge.] Don't worry, I'm not looking for a fight. Not with someone that can't even properly fight back. I... [a slow exhale] just feel. Lost.

Yeah, well. Join the freaking club.

[ Not something she wants to admit lightly but there it is. She hates this place, hates feeling like she can't get a hold of it and hates not knowing what's coming next.

Jessica sighs. ]

I don't think there's a way to fix that. This place is screwed up and that's the way the people in charge seem to want it.

[a cross of her arms, she stares back down at her feet while she walks.] No way I could fix it. Screwed up enough myself, I'd make everything far worse. Best left to the annoying hero types.

There's plenty of those.

[ Or so she's heard. She hasn't really looked into it that much. ]

So, what's your plan, then? Just mess with people from the shadows?

Always. Even billionaire war profiteers dressed in a tin can suit claim to be these days. [rolls her eyes.]

My plan... is to lurk, more or less. Yeah. Gather information. Wait for an opportunity. Put my fist through anyone who makes the mistake of trying to control me.

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