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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-09-02 09:31 pm

( september event log )

Who: Everyone
When: September 2nd and on
Where: The Fixed Moons of the Runoff.
What: Something goes down. Far, far down...
Warnings: Potential drug use, alcohol consumption, sex. Please label your content!


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the lucid disparity
"Never be the first to arrive or the last to go, and never, ever be both."

After several weeks of moving through the Luminous Sea, the Moira has nearly reached the edge of this illustrious place within the Runoff, and things are finally beginning to shift back into their normal state of being. Shiplife has returned to a somewhat regular pace as job changes have taken effect, and there is a peaceful sort of silence throughout the crew that hasn’t existed on board in over a month. However, as most things do on this journey, this much needed break does not last long.

Once the Moira exits the outer ring of the Luminous Sea, all internal functions immediately begin to shut down. Permanently. Unlike before, this loss of power careens the entire ship forward and initiates emergency functions and evacuation procedures. All MIDs alert each crewmember of safety protocols to follow with an alarm, designating appropriate evacuation points as well as the nearest spacesuits as per the Emergency Mode function. Basic life support systems (artificial gravity, oxygen, etc.) will last only as long as the backup stores of solar energy from the wings lasts—which, considering the Moira’s size, is about two hours maximum. Communications within the ship are fractured, but they still work enough for brief contact. Captain Ira sends a brief message to the crew alerting them of what he suspects to be the cause of the problem: the Moira’s internal core has begun an unintended reboot. (Anyone in contact with Navigator Manasseh will find her unresponsive, and if found on the Directory, her status will be listed as RED.) Unfortunately, neither the Captain, prior Captains, or First Mate have time to attempt any further explanation. Without any guidance and essentially free-falling through space, the Moira is at the mercy of the gravitational pull of the nearest celestial body. It appears that it is time to temporarily abandon ship.

WELCOME TO ? ? ? ? ?






With enough impact to shake everything around it, the Moira crashes into the waters of this unknown place. Those lucky enough to have reached the EEUs will find their landing to be somewhat more gentle, though the dispersion of the Emergency Escape Units may leave some crew scattered farther from the ship than others. Yet, regardless of where anyone lands in this seemingly endless ocean, there is only one place to navigate towards: a single island. The sun is warm on this planet, almost tropical, and the air is breathable. There is no detection of life just on the shore of this island, which is where Captain Ira and First Mate Egan direct any and all crew within range. Staying on the Moira, at this point, is not a possibility, but those within jobs of repair will be asked to assist in restoring all necessary functions as they wait for its systems to reboot themselves. Those in cryo in the Medbay are moved to the beach, where Captain Thán will remain with them as the rest of the crew moves further inland to explore.

IN THE JUNGLE YOU MUST WAIT
While some crew remain behind on the beach with the Moira, others are more likely to begin a search for resources, supplies, and other living beings on the island. Eventually, the sand and water give way to a thick, dense jungle with various types of natural flora and rather vivid plant life. What might seem strange, however, is the fact there seems to be no animals to speak of. The jungle, while rather beautiful to look at, remains eerily quiet. Almost too quiet. As you walk, it’s easier to hear your own thoughts, and the further in you move, the easier it is to notice how quickly those bright colors begin to disappear into a thick mist that’s forming around your feet. With each step forward along a surprisingly well-traveled path, the fog continues to grow until it’s impossible to see anything in front of you. Hopefully, you were smart enough to travel with another crewmember because getting lost in this fog can leave you wandering for hours or days. Perhaps even forever. Take hold of the person with you and continue pushing forward on the path. Or turn back. Ultimately, either choice will lead to a safer place than stepping off and getting lost in the mist.

THE FLOWER RIPENS WITHIN ITS PLACE
Clearing the jungle and the fog that has thickened with every forward step appeared to be a never ending task, but the sheer beauty of the massive stone buildings carved into the mountainside that looms up above are breathtaking once you reach the opposite side of the mist, light reflecting off marblesque pillars and a stained glass dome. Up the steps leads crew members to a flat and open courtyard where the hosts - averaging between five and six feet tall and green with bright colors - of this world offer food and shelter in exchange for one thing: step into one of the small changing rooms and bathe and dress in the finest that they have to offer. Clothing and jewelry are offered after you are bathed in scented water, and then, you are led back into the courtyard to wait for everyone else to be ready. All crew members are shone equal attention. Robots are buffed until they gleam, AI’s are offered temporary forms or any manner of upgrade they’d like, and any immediate need will be met without hesitation.

WHEN STARTED, WHERE DOES IT MORALLY END
Once everyone is clean and dressed in fresh clothes provided by the natives, it’s time for the real festivities to start. The hosts are more than generous as they lay out an elaborate feast of local foods that are much too tempting to say no to. Drinks are served liberally, and no cup remains empty for long. (You might even wonder if the cup magically refills itself as there is no bottom to be seen.) There is something to suit every taste, and a request need only be made once before one of the natives goes off to fulfill it. As the feast continues, you will begin to hear music. The natives live to celebrate and encourage their visitors to do the same. Their worries can be forgotten for the night in favor of losing themselves to simpler pleasures. Indulgences do not stop at food, drink and dancing either. Cards and dice sets are brought out for those who wish to test their luck, and there are several natives who would happily engage in physical competition with the crew to see who might come out on top. And for those with something else on their minds… there is space set aside for anyone who wishes to have a bit of private time with another. Still, what’s stranger than all of this generosity for nothing is the compulsion to participate in these activities.

There is literally no limit, and while moments of hesitation or questions are normal, it’s near impossible to deny those wants. Indulge, and let all of your worries melt away. Hours become days becomes nights, and those nights never end.

NOW STRING THEM TOGETHER AND ANSWER ME THIS
Throughout the entire building, there is only one room that has a guard set before it. Anyone who approaches is given the same riddle to answer as follows: It's always there, just beyond your reach. Stuck between lands and skies and seas. It sets. You may go towards it, yet distant it will forever rest. There is no punishment for failing to answer except that the door remains shut. For those who answer correctly, the guard stands aside as the door slides open. The room behind it is transcendent, and most beautiful of all is the pool that rests in the center. The waters seem to have their own faint glow that casts a soft light on the ornately carved walls of the chamber. Any who choose to enter its waters will find that any issues they are struggling with are no longer so troublesome. The mind finds clarity, and problems that appeared insurmountable before now feel like they can be easily conquered.

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petridish: (pretending to be a soldier)

for Aurelia

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-04 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even if Meh had been human, she wouldn't be her first choice of exploration companion, because Aurelia is. Aurelia has no expectations of what Commander Shepard is like, has no idea that she isn't who she says she is, and holds similar attitudes on people's uselessness and aliens. If there's anyone she feels safe and comfortable around, it's her.

[Comfortable except for the twist in her stomach when Aurelia smiled at that gun on Despoina.

[With her shotgun in hand (the jungle has already proved safe enough to go without armor), she steps down the path.]


I was in here earlier and didn't see any animals, or aliens - here's hoping that changes, because otherwise I've brought you out on a boring trip. [And she wouldn't want to bore her.]
diamondslap: (GUARANTEED TO BLOW YOUR MIIIIND)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-04 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, it doesn't matter much to me. For once. I'm just glad to be out that bloody ship.

[and spending time with shepard, but she's not sure if she wants to admit that out loud.]

There's no such thing as an empty jungle. I'm sure we'll find something.
petridish: (Default)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-05 04:28 am (UTC)(link)

Or something will find us.

[It's almost cheerful when she says it. Something had found them last time they went out together, and it had been fun!]

Something besides flowers, anyway. I'm working on a plant database, so I see enough of them.

diamondslap: (Default)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-05 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps.

[aurelia stops, watching one.]

...I wonder how many are poison.
petridish: (Default)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-07 04:27 am (UTC)(link)

[Having had looked at too many flowers lately, she watches Aurelia.]

Don't go eating any to try and find out. I don't want to have haul your ass back to medbay.

[She would. Willingly, not out of obligation like she would one of Shepard's squadmates. But she doesn't want her to get sick in the first place.]

diamondslap: (GUNPOWER GUILLOTINE)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-07 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[sure shep]

Oh, don't worry. I'm not about to start picking random things off the ground and put them in my mouth.
petridish: (Default)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-13 04:25 am (UTC)(link)

Good. [Beat. Then, helpfully:] We could try feeding them to someone else.

[It's not murder if they don't know the effects, right? It's just science .]

Anyway, maybe there'll be something further in. [She gestures at the mist.]

diamondslap: (Default)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-13 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
Now, I like the way you think! Of course, I always do, but--

[she cuts herself off abruptly. blushing slightly.]

Anyway! Exploring the depths!
petridish: (or a heart)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-13 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[She blinks, unsure of whether she's more surprised by what Aurelia said or by the warm feeling it spreads through her chest. It's not even about, say, her programming, which makes sense to compliment because she's good; she's never really talked to her about that. It doesn't make sense.

[And it feels good.

[And it feels dangerous. The main thing Brooks had been right about was that you can't trust anyone. That people will betray you. Feeling like this will only make it hurt more when Aurelia stabs her in the back, or if it comes out that she's a clone and Aurelia changes her mind and decides she likes the real thing better.

[So she just nods, and moves deeper into the jungle.]


... If I trip because of this fog on the ground...

[Ah yes. Smooth recovery. Very nice.]
diamondslap: (just like marie antoinette)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-13 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd catch you!

[she says, flashing shep a grin and entirely unaware of her whirlwind of emotions.]
petridish: (Default)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-14 01:27 am (UTC)(link)

[Her laugh's warm, warmer than she thought it could be. Amazing what laughing with instead of at someone can sound like.]

Yeah, okay. Good thing I'm not in my armor; that would've been heavier.

[She is, in fact, in casual clothes, having stocked up on the Collective in case she one day has to flee the Moira and doesn't want to be wearing uniform.]

diamondslap: (Default)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-14 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, please. I can heft around a rocket launcher, I'm sure I can carry you! Armour or no.

[imagine her oiled up rippling abs shep]

Ah, see the flowers with the dew drops? Those look posion.
petridish: (Default)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-15 12:35 am (UTC)(link)

[Rather than imagine being in Aurelia's arms (no stop), she stoops to examine one, then hits some buttons on her MID. The "no data available" screen actually makes her smile: Her program's still behaving as it should.]

I dunno yet. Let's take some and find out.

diamondslap: (GUNPOWER GUILLOTINE)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-15 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[aurelia leans back slightly, cocking her head at the flower.

she then crouches and nudges it with the barrel of her sniper.]


Tell me if you detect poison gas in the next minute or so. If nothing happens, then we take it.
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[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-16 12:06 am (UTC)(link)

My program doesn't do that... yet. [What a great idea!] It displays information from a database we're building, and we don't have this one yet.

[Pause.]

But my medbay alert's not going off, so.

[She picks the flower, stands, and realizes she has nowhere to put it without squashing it.]

Here, you take it.

[So she tucks it into Aurelia's hair, behind her ear.]

diamondslap: (just like marie antoinette)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-16 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[aurelia laughs genuine and loudly.]

Oh, the new fashion trends starts here! Tell me, does it match my coat?
petridish: (a college cheerleader)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-17 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
[She blinks, and then smiles slightly, encouraged.]

No. [She tried.] But it doesn't clash.

Let's see what else we can find. [Onward!]
diamondslap: (a built in remedy)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-17 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll take it.

[she follows beside shepard, carrying her sniper in one hand and... swinging her arm around shepard's waist.]
petridish: (are we clear?)

[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-18 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Never one for much physical contact, she flinches at first, but slowly, slowly relaxes.]

... More fog. [She switches on the flashlight on her shotgun, aiming it at the ground.] I wonder if anything's hiding out here...
diamondslap: (well versed in etiquette)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-18 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It's going to have a jolly old scuffle on its hands if there is!

[she drums her fingers on shepard's waste lightly.]

Ah, I don't have my pistol anymore. Did I tell you?
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[personal profile] petridish 2016-09-20 03:28 am (UTC)(link)

[She stiffens anew, but turns to her in concern.]

No - what happened to it?

diamondslap: (for kruschkev and kennedy)

[personal profile] diamondslap 2016-09-20 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, darling! It was awful! When I crawled my way back out of hell I discovered someone had stolen it!

[she sighs dramatically.]

I shall have to steal it back. Or get a better one.
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[personal profile] petridish 2016-10-17 10:03 am (UTC)(link)