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acatamods. ([personal profile] acatamods) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-01-04 10:22 am

PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.






the great escape.
The Circle has quite a lot on their plate, this time around. Multiple players are fighting for the control of Akvos, and many difficult choices to make. No matter what path you choose, though, one thing is for certain: it is a bitter fight to the death to ensure that Akvos remains standing, one way or another.

There are three main areas for the characters to explore in the final log of Akvos: (1) The Kingdom of Akvos, where the King is fighting to seize control; (2) The Rift, where the characters will encounter the Dreamscapes; and (3) The Kingdom of Polankos, which is where King Ka'pouli has reigned since his arrival in the pocket dimension. Decisions made in all there areas will affect the outcome of Akvos, so get to exploring.




THE ASSAULT ON WAHINE.
The King’s forces will attack in three different fronts. There will be mermen attacking from above, riding saddled giant seahorses and manta rays, launching spears at the mermaid-warriors below with terrifying precision. They seem to be indiscriminate, in their aim -- the weaponry, charged with the same dark energy that the shadow creatures seem to be made out of, find their target in civilians and warriors alike, raining down a sea of terror upon the central stronghold of the Kingdom of Akvos.

The mermen will also be attacking at the ground-level, attempting to burst their way through the Palace Gates to flood the city with numbers. While the mermaids outnumber the mermen, the mermen are certainly more brutal than the mermaids. Some of them, though, in finding the city, are more concerned with looting it than with senselessly murdering everyone inside. Indeed, this is the most food they have seen in a long time -- and markets are destroyed in grabbing as much food and riches as they can, pressing closer to the Palace, and toward the Queen's stronghold.

And, finally, they will be attacking from below, navigating their way through a network of tunnels meant to transport goods and bursting their way into people’s homes, to sneak their way closer to their ultimate goal, which seems to be the Palace itself.

The Circle's main goal, here, is to protect civilians, usher theminto the underground strongholds beneath the Palace, and fight for their own lives should they attack the mermen first. Man the wall, if you so choose, to attempt to block the air attacks from the mantas. Fight on the ground, to protect Akvos from destruction. Or make your way to the underground strongholds and tunnels, to block access to the Palace. All of these will certainly assist in keeping Akvos safe.

In addition, please remember that shadow creatures (which can only be killed by magical means) are still making their way through the entirety of Akvos. While King Ka'pouli's forces are targeting the Palace of Wahine, the shadow creatures are still present everywhere. Get to killing!



INTO THE RIFT.
Some of you, however, have elected to traverse into the mysterious rift that appeared in the midst of the Fields of Akvosia. It looks like a black hole into nothingness, crackling with odd energy . . . and passing through it feels as though you have stepped through an icy waterfall. For a moment, you cannot breathe -- and then, you are treated to beauty.

The gaps between time and space are full of sparkling lights, bolts of rainbow starlight winding around you as you move through the uncertainty that is the void. It seems endless, but something inside you is tugging you forward . . . and, suddenly, there is a soft voice in your ear. A familiar one, to those who reside within the Circle . . . the confused voice of Astoria.

"Hello? My Travelers? How are you within the Void?" The Void? That word hadn't been used to describe whatever this magical place is before, but . . . well, a witch with the ability to send you all across the universe probably knows what she's talking about, right? "That should not be possible . . . who opened this doorway?"

You can tell her, or you can not. It seems to matter not, because: "Is this not getting through? Why can I not hear you . . . but I can feel you, I can -- please, if you can hear this, be careful. The Void is not something for mortals to interact with, and it can show you terrible things -- terrible things, so please--"

And, right before you have the opportunity to respond to our benevolent witch (or captor, depending on your point of view), you see a bizarre glass-like surface in front of you. It looks like a mirror, and you see a perfect reflection of yourself. It is absolutely captivating, and it beckons you . . . almost urging you to touch it. And Astoria's whisper grows a bit louder, more urgent:

"My dear Traveler, be careful what you encounter here -- can you hear me? Can you see me? I am trying to get you out of there, to bring you back home--Akvos is--"

But it is too late.

Your fingers graze the edge of the mirror, and you are pulled -- a sensation that is familiar to you, the same pull in your stomach that you feel whenever Astoria thrusts you across the universe, into new realities. And, when you blink your eyes again, and look around . . . you are no longer in Akvos, or the Void. You are somewhere entirely new.

Welcome to the Dreamscape.




THE KINGDOM OF POLANKOS.
Once the Circle emerges from the Rift and the Dreamscape, they will stumble into another world . . . but this one's wateris shallow, in comparison to the massive depths of the crystal-clear kingdom of Akvos. You can quite clearly see the surface, here, and there are shallows that allow you to come up onto islands, tropical in nature with fruit, odd creatures that appear to be multiple-headed monkeys and parrots, and sandy shores. It's a bit jarring to see, after spending so long underwater. Indeed, you emerge to trudge onto land, and look around, somewhat mystified that the deep-dwelling mermen would be from a place like this.

However, exploring the islands (which is not very difficult to do, as they are all small and will not take very much time) will yield the discovery that on the islands themselves are tunnels -- underwater caverns that thread through the islands to much deeper water. It's almost as if the islands themselves are barriers to the underwater caverns below -- shallow water, a layer of land, and then a (mer)man-made bubble of water below the barrier of land. And that whoever lived on these islands tunneled through them to find deeper water. Princess Kea, (who will attend on these journeys, while remaining in the water), will tell the Circle members that King Ka'pouli told her that when the mermen were cast out, they landed on solid land, and had to slowly dig deeper to their salvation.

Navigating through these tunnels will be somewhat perilous -- and the Circle members will need to carry Princess Kea to the nearest tunnel to get her into some water, because while she can breathe on the surface for a certain period of time, she cannot navigate the land as quickly as you people with legs. Additionally, underwater caving isn't exactly a blast, but the deeper you go, the more clues of civilization you can find. And, eventually, once you go deep enough, you emerge into a massive underwater cavern to find the small Kingdom of Polankos.

In comparison to the Kingdom of Akvos, Polankos is witheringly depressing. It is not brightly colored, nor open -- indeed, it is tiny, with mermen huddled together waiting patiently for the forces that went through the rift to return. There is not a lot to find here, save for some interesting weapons that possess a dark energy, versus a lightning energy -- and those weapons will be given to the Circle members who ask for them, because those who wield them are in no condition to fight. There is little food, little room to sleep, and these are a people clearly in need of assistance.

In order to get them out of Polankos, you will need to usher them through the tunnels back up to the Rift above -- it seems that King Ka'pouli opened the Rift on the surface, rather than risk the city below in case it did not work. The mermen there (who seem to be elderly and weak) will be eager for the assistance to get out Polankos, and at the promise of being brought into Akvos, they will happily go. There will be no resistance from them.

You may also see Princess Kea, who has filtered in and out of the Rift to assist on the journey -- teary-eyed, heartbroken at the sight of these individuals who require rescue, organizing the mermen with the promise of keeping them safe in Akvos.

"Hurry," she tells you, as she rouses another merman into getting to the nearest tunnel. "We do not have a lot of time to pull this off, and we must work quickly."

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do, especially in the Dreamscapes.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!
fuck1ngusernam3: (uh. ew)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-15 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Simon's his guide to how to take this whole thing, so Hank glances toward him about as often as he looks around to take in the scenery. So the body is... fine. Gross, kind of sad, like bodies tend to be, but fine.

As long as you're not looking at the head.

Hank kind of can't not look at the head.

He doesn't try to hide how grossed out he is. Okay.

Later, he'll probably realize that this was A Clue. Right now, he's just taking it in.]


Uh. So, uh. That happen a lot, around here?
fuck1ngusernam3: (ugh this sure is some prime bullshit)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-15 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[...What?]

Well, yeah. What the fuck do you think we busted you for, not checkin enough IDs before you served your fuckin drinks?
lumberlady: (大雨)

[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-01-15 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now isn't the time to be offended over looks- especially not when you're already well aware of how useful you are in fights, let alone in the ocean. Konoha just bites her tongue and holds the injured mergirl close, nodding.

What with four legs and hooves she isn't quite as fast as a human, but doing the equine version of the doggy paddle, she manages to at least keep up, directing her speech at the child instead, voice reassuring despite her own fear of shadow beasts and mermen.]


Don't worry... There are people who can heal where we're going, so you'll be ship shape in no time...
theseuschip: (↻ you know what sucks about dying?)

[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-15 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The station spans multiple sites and has a diverse staff of engineers and scientists... ]

No, they don’t usually just play randomly like this.

[ Then Simon actually looks at Hank instead of straight ahead. ] Oh... that. Yeah.

[ The more they walk, the more they are flanked by metal tumors, piling up from the floor and out of the walls like robot mold. They’re punctuated by growths within growths, broken pipes and tubes, winding cords and shards of assorted somethings.

Together they are able to produce, assemble, and launch the-the-the— The a voice changes, the new speaker protesting helplessly against the backdrop of a beeping heart monitor. —model was sound. It should have worked.

Simon stops in his tracks, paces around while looking up for the source, again, as if he will find it this time. ]
What the hell?

[ It’s not your fault, David. The Simon on the recording sounds resigned, tired. Present Simon hates it as much now as he did when he heard it the first time, maybe more.

I was supposed to save you.

Hey, you got my brain on file. Maybe you can put it to some use.

The audio clicks off, prematurely, but way too late for Simon’s liking. ]


This, uh— [ Pale, he waves an arm at the nasty robot gunk oozing from the walls, because hey let’s have a conversation about this other thing suddenly. ] The WAU. The A.I. that runs the place.
juniberries: (starmaps)

[personal profile] juniberries 2019-01-15 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[oh dear sweet Hunk you clearly know who you're talking to and should know that Allura is just going to brush off his concern with a smile. she squares her shoulders a bit in response as well, the white lion spirit coming around to nose at one of the stabilized mermen.]

I am quite sure, Hunk. As you said, we don't have much time left.
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴘᴜᴍᴘᴋɪɴ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-01-15 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I did not. But were I to trod on your foot accidentally, I would apologize, even had I not meant to.

[ whether she intended it or not, damage done is damage done, and while she won't linger on it unnecessarily overlong, she wouldn't feel right not at least expressing that much. she's as careful as she can manage while she wipes the blood away, but alisaie's are the hands of a fighter, not a healer, so she does a passable job at best.

exhaling hard, she draws back. ]


I won't ask you any questions, but should you ever feel the need to.. talk..

[ general.. gesturing. she's bad at these things, but she's trying to be a good friend. ]
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴘᴜᴍᴘᴋɪɴ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-01-15 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ alisaie chuckles, her mouth pulling into an easier, warmer smile. she herself has struggled with uselessness in the past - honestly, she continues to struggle with it - but konoha is kind, and sweet, alisaie would never want her to feel that way. besides, she's not wrong. there are plenty of ways to be helpful without dirtying your hands with blood. ]

Fair enough, then. I would rather not be on the receiving end of one of your kicks, that much is certain.
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴛᴇᴀ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-01-15 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ alisaie is doing her very est to stay focused, now, mostly because she can tell that he's itching to ask more questions, but now is not the time!! she needs a few moments to come to terms with it herself, after all, she'd said it so offhandedly..

of course, that doesn't mean she did not mean it. of course she meant it. but she needs to digest it just as much, if not more than, he does. not to mention there's a whole dream-rift-to-escape thing going on here!! ahem. ahem.

so at last she steps back a little more fully, focusing on the blueish light that is beginning to open up and unfurl. ]


I'd say we have no choice, unless you would rather us get ourselves stuck here.

[ and, tugging his hand. ]

Come.
infailtration: (2519159 (7))

[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-15 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a familiar face under the armor, does that count? York and Delta turn to see who's speaking to them, and York sounds distressed when he responds. ]

Keith? We're fine but you shouldn't be here, go back through--

[ But he's cut off as the ground rumbles, dust falling from the ceiling of the room they're in as everything shakes. ]

Uh oh.

This structure is unstable. I advise evacuation.

But Tex--

I do not believe we could get the teleporter back online before the base collapses. Run, York.

[ York nods once, moving quickly back the way he remembers coming in, pulling his sidearm with one hand and snagging Keith's arm along the way. He's careful not to grip too tightly in armor. ]

This way, come on, we'll find the mirror and get you back. This isn't your world.



((ooc: choose your own terrible adventure! firefight with human soldiers or genocidal aliens?))
infailtration: (2519159 (6))

[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-15 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ York is solid and real, at least, even warm under Tony's grip. He doesn't seem distressed at being grabbed back, just nods agreeably at the threat. ]

That doesn't sound physically possible, but I get your point. I'll be okay, Tony. We'll all be okay but we've gotta get out of here.

[ Because that sure is a thing that's happening -- he's not okay with what he saw in the first one he got trapped in, with how it messed with his head, but at least he knows now what's going on. ]

Did you touch a mirror?
infailtration: (pic#10907487)

[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-15 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh shit, are they being honest? York hesitates, glancing back at the door and the battle he knows is raging behind it, then at North again. He nods grimly. ]

I think I have to. I'm scared too, but you know me. I'm lucky.

[ Better lucky than good, though both would be better. He reaches up and grips North's shoulder. ]

I'll come back out, promise. With more people for you to protect, probably. Up for the task?
infailtration: (** delta + armor)

[personal profile] infailtration 2019-01-15 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ York hesitates, not sure he wants to get someone else involved and possibly trapped back in... whatever this is. His past? He doesn't know what's happening, exactly, except that he knows this is going to end badly and he has to save as many as he can. Unlike the last time he was here, how they didn't realize because of the ground troops until they started pulling back. He'd barely made it onto a transport himself.

It's only a few seconds of thought but it feels like an eternity before York nods. ]


Thank you. We'll get you back too.

[ Then he's leading the way down into the battle. Let's save some colonists! They've got a steep slope to navigate, though, and no one seems to have noticed them yet so he'll take a moment to introduce himself and his little green buddy. ]

I'm York, this is Delta.
lonered: (s728)

[personal profile] lonered 2019-01-15 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Is it yours?

[Because uh. Keith is fairly certain it isn't. Though in fairness, none of them have been in their worlds for a stretch now, thanks to Astoria.]

The mirror... [He echoes and the memory of Astoria's warning is clear all at once. Great. Always a good sign.

The rift is doing this, and he doesn't know how to stop it either. So for now, well, he lets himself be pulled along.]


What's going on here? [Evacuation. Running. All pretty familiar to Keith? But not his favorite.]



(( ooc: genocidal aliens, always ))
lonered: (Default)

[personal profile] lonered 2019-01-15 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
...politics is description enough.

[He'll take that to mean. Complicated. Infuriating. Terrible. And probably more complicated than anyone really wants it to ever be.

He looks over as she's human again. You'd think he'd be used to shapeshifting and magic, especially given that Shiro turns in the fricken black lion but somehow he is not.]


Things usually are. [Though for him substitute "Wilds" with "Desert" and yeah. The statement stands.]
nogoldenmirror: (coy ☽ who I was)

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-15 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[And that gets a faint smile out of her, and a quiet chuckle.] I like you.

[No nonsense, good in a fight, appreciates learning about new places and is good at reading between the lines. They'll get along just swimmingly and make Shiro regret they bumped into one another, most likely.She fixes the fingerless glove on her right hand.]

I shall look for a path out of here. Doubtless you have questions about such a foreign land.

[Even if it's only a dream.]
lonered: (s714)

[personal profile] lonered 2019-01-15 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[A quick flicker of a smile at that.] That's new.

[...just saying. He has a tendency to put people off. But he rather likes her too. For many of the same reasons. Good in a fight. To the point. Not prone to sugar coating. Sorry in advance, Shiro.]

Yeah, I definitely do. It's a lot different than the universe I'm from. [And part of him thinks it's only a matter of time before Astoria drops them into one of their own worlds.]

Magic's usual enough here?
fuck1ngusernam3: (dramatic closeup)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-16 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Hank's learning a lot here. It's all stuff he doesn't want to learn, but he's learning it. Simon's reaction to his question first - that doesn't tell him what the fuck, but it does tell him how often the fuck, which is. Fine. Reassuring. He's learning something's up with the machinery here - what's meant to be machinery, and ends up looking fucked up, random, like junkyard art sculptures made up by some lunatic high as a kite and working on getting higher. Still doesn't tell him what the fuck, exactly, but he's starting to really value his ignorance here.

He's learning things about Simon, too. God, if this was something they could do with suspects Hank would - well, he'd hate it, but he'd use it. But here? With a friend, hearing things he'd never want anyone to know, if it were him? God.

Hank can't help but put the pieces he has together, though. Simon was a human. Some guy had Simon's brain on file. Now he's... what he is. Some guy without a mouth and a familiar, foreboding smell who talks about zombies like they're a real thing.

Hank swallows. He realizes he's looking at Simon like he can see more than what he actually can, if he looks hard enough. He swallows again, looks away, up at the ceiling where he just naturally assumes all random out of nowhere voices come from. Yeah. Topic change. He can go with that.]


Yeah. An AI. Shit, that was never going to go wrong or anything.
theseuschip: (↻ what are those things?)

[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-16 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah. Topic change. Simon leans hard into the topic change. Jesus can they get out of this embarrassing photo album of a hallway. Hank’s not the worst person to have hearing it, but “nobody” would be preferable. ]

I guess it worked out, at first. It just went rogue somehow after the comet hit, trying to—

[ They turn the corner. Down the only hallway, there’s an intersection — more corridors with doors at the ends, Simon can assume, but he doesn’t recognize these ones. In the middle of it, back turned to them in the dim lighting, a young woman stands stooped over in underwear and a bloodstained tank top, sobbing raggedly into her hands. ]

Shit. [ Simon stops in his tracks, backs up and kinda flaps an arm until he gets a Hank part, to still him. Without looking at him to see if that’s actually necessary, since his eyes are glued on the girl.

Her shoulders are hunched, posture small, that way you’d probably have seen at a police station, where you’d probably put a blanket around her. She’d almost look normal from this angle if not for the oddly-shaped foot, the strange spiky shapes protruding from her shoulders, the glowing spots down the sides of her legs like incandescent chicken pox. ]
fuck1ngusernam3: (listening serious)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-16 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Simon said to be quiet earlier, so Hank stays quiet. He looks over her, trying to see what's 'shit' worthy about her, but he doesn't know enough about any of this horror movie shit to even guess. He puts a hand on Simon's shoulder, trying to catch his gaze so he can jerk his head back behind them and raise his eyebrows. Simon's the leader here - they can't exactly find a way around, but if he says to go back that's what they'll do.]
nogoldenmirror: (disgust ☽ my hate)

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-16 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
And you have yet to run off screaming or whining about the potential of being turned into a toad.

[Or raise his blade at her. That is still rather new as well, so they are even on that front. Good luck and sorry, Shiro.

The look in her eyes goes from amused with a flicker of underlying cruelty to that of sadness. "Usual enough"...]


No. [The tower soon fades, melting into that of a camp with nothing to shed light beyond the two campfires and the stars above. The one they now stand at is in its own little alcove, the tent more a makeshift shelter than an actual tent - herbs and spices of varying sorts hang from the top, a cauldron nearby for cooking and a smaller one next to what looks like a chemistry set.

Beyond them is the main camp, where there are bigger and actual tents set up along with sleeping bags by the fire. A wagon to the north of the circle of sleeping bags, two dwarves -- Bodahn Feddic and his adoptive son Sandal -- standing in front of it and conversing while the son works on smithing some sort of rune into a sword. A rock golem named Shale stands and watches, admiring the amethyst crystals recently added to her right arm. Another dwarf stands next to a mabari hound beyond, drinking his third ale. A grey giant called Sten stands by the fire, speaking with a man with blond hair -- Alistair, the dream supplies -- and an elven man with strange tattoos on the side of his face. All three pause to listen to the same archer from earlier, singing something in a foreign tongue -- yet Morrigan's knowledge of the language provides a perfect translation.

We sing, rejoice. We tell the tales. We laugh and cry. We love one more day...

Her eyes linger on the man she'd been with in the previous memory, speaking with the old woman just beyond the fire, before she focuses on her guest.]


Magic was far more prevalent in ancient times, when the ancient elves still were in power and dragons flew in the skies. Then man came, and crushed what they did not understand. [Something inhuman shines in her eyes, but she shakes her head.] Now elves are treated by most humans as second-class citizens, dragons are rare, and magic is feared by those without; they cage those they catch having it in places like that tower.

I am one of those who refuse to submit, and they fear me for it. [Hence why she sits here separated from them.] 'Tis just as well. My humanity's been in question for a while, now.
theseuschip: (↻ there's monsters out there)

[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Simon meets his gaze, and Hank gets another flash of red eyes, like a trick of the light, before they're just wide and glassy with resigned fear, if that's a thing. He shakes his head.

This is the worst thing to bring a second person to, but at least Hank is on board with the being quiet thing. He drops into a crouch and waves Hank down, speaking in a whisper. His fingers follow a game-plan-shaped trail in the air, ending at the right hallway. Which is totally arbitrary; Simon doesn't recognize either of them. But they have to pick one. ]


She can't see. We can sneak in and run to the door from there.
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[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-01-16 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[unfortunately, not really. the scene twists and shifts - a wide open plain, late in the afternoon. and at first, there is nothing - only space, and the wind, and a sense of waiting.

and then from behind, the sound of a girl's laughter - a ways off, there is a young woman in a white dress, blonde haired and smiling, arm in arm with a young man who could be her brother from his looks. the two carry swords, they're progressing -

and Merlin stands beside Ephraim, with a contemplative look on his face, putting up a hand to indicate don't move.]


It's a nice thing, to see the happy moments in a story, isn't it?
courtmagic: (portrait.)

[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-01-16 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Crazy? Not at all. Though of course I'm pretty biased on the whole thing. Just something you have to be careful on where you step - so you don't piss off the wrong guy or flirt with the wrong girl or wind up accidentally almost causing massive destruction. There's a reason a lot of anomalies wind up self correcting.

[he says this too casually...]

But if we're here, that means the world can't correct itself. They need Astoria, need us.
dadandgone: (Giggle)

[personal profile] dadandgone 2019-01-16 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Maes chuckles, casting a look over at Konoha.] So much for story time, huh?

[Still, he's never going to turn down an opportunity to talk about his daughter.]

Her name is Elysia and, no, she doesn't have a tail. And I don't lock up my daughter, she's protected quite well by her mother.

[Which, this is now getting dangerously close to some fears of his, but at least he knows he speaks the truth.]
romancekiller: (pic#8502879)

iii!

[personal profile] romancekiller 2019-01-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[from going through the rift, these dreamscapes seemed to be inevitable but needless to say it only seemed to confuse her more since she was at a complete loss as to where she was and what was even happening. she is just wandering around trying to find some way out of this when she seems to run into york talking to some hologram? or whatever it was but either way she approaches] Hey. Do you know where we are?