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the lucid disparity revisited
"Never be the first to arrive or the last to go, and never, ever be both."
By now, time has passed, and most of the crew have found some sort of comfortable groove with the natives of the unnamed island they crashed near. Partying, gambling and drinking, and more… Even the mysterious pool has given people who could answer its riddle insight in this confusing time. However, as the nights and days continue to progress and the parties begin to blur together, things are… odd. The hosts are still as kind as ever, offering anything and everything those at the temple-like building could ask for, but every so often, the world around them appears different. Clear, as if a fog had been lifted. Yet, it’s only a blink, and then, it’s gone, returning everyone to their regularly scheduled eternal party.
Down on the beach, the Captains are still as busy as ever working with those capable to restore function to the Moira. On the morning of the 20th, Navigator Manasseh’s vitals begin to slowly return to normal, her status on the Directory reverting to GREEN, and with it, life is brought back to the Moira. This, of course, means everyone is able to board the ship and leave, but most of the crew who traveled through the jungle and stayed at the party aren’t exactly willing to go just yet. Prior to this, a few of the crew who suddenly realized things were strange and that the people around them were acting strange - themselves included - approached Thán with this particular revelation, upon which Nathan Drake planned to bring back things from the temple to be tested for irregularities. Each sample returned to Cúrre does not alert her to anything abnormal, comprised of similar compounds—except for the water brought to her from the pool. Acting quickly, she reaches the same conclusion as a few of the other crewmembers do: that the water neutralizes the mysterious intoxication caused by everything on this unknown planet.
☄ FROM UNDER THE VEIL
The combined efforts of the crew and Curre have resulted in an “antidote” being made from the pool water; crew members pass it around to those down on the ship and beach, then utilize caution while administering it to those at the party. The change happens slowly for most. A drink that was perfect only a little while ago is suddenly sickeningly sweet and no longer enjoyable. The food tastes wrong. The music no longer urges you to dance but instead reminds you that your feet are aching. The magic is fading, and as it does, the cracks in the facade begin to reveal themselves. The elegant city built into the rocks is faded and cracking at the edges. Nothing is as it seems, especially the hosts. Their eagerness to please now has an edge to it. They try and ply their guests with new food, drink and distractions, but they know when the game is up. Do you try and slip away when they’re distracted, or do you demand to know why they’ve done this? Do you dare to find out?
☄ AS TIME GOES BY Crew have begun to filter to the beach, and as the ship reboots, its systems expelling water and allowing it to float on the surface, all Moira-connected technology refreshes. MID devices, to those who check, will show that a year has passed since they crash landed on this strange planet. Those that did not join the party would not have been aware that so much time had passed as the planet seems to be under the influence of a blurring of time, probably due to the fact it is so close to the Luminous Sea. Crew would have gone through the motions and not realized that supplies were dwindling, and anyone who has themselves looked over in the Medbay will discover that they are, in fact, physically one year older. With the Moira finally functioning and with everyone on board, the ship finally begins to ascend and leave the planet behind.
The Captains are all working together to get the crew settled back on board and help those who might need some adjusting to this particular news. Since it has been such a long time, fresh supplies are badly needed, and the ship is directed towards the closest known place: the Mini Colony.
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thisavrou_log2016-09-19 04:07 pm
As Time Goes By
[Peter slips further into the room, wry smile on his face. He crouches nearby, looking more at the room than her. It should feel different, look different, with so much time lost. But everything's exactly the same, untouched by the passage of time.
It's weird.]
You looked like you were doing good from where I was standing.
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She's bone dry, but the heat nigh radiates off her as she stretches her legs out one by one.] I'm usually a lot better than this.
It's so weird - it looks like we never left. It feels like we never left, you know? [She takes another swig from the bottle.] But here's the proof.
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[He stays silent for a moment, looking around the room. She's right. Everything's still as they'd left it around the ship, minus a little damage here and there from the crash. But it's not what he would have expected for a place left alone a year; no layers of dust or rusted patches.]
It's kind of creepy, right? I kind of feel like we can't be sure it was a year. If no one remembers it, does the time even count? It's a waste. So much that could have been done. Maybe we would have had the Ingress fixed already.
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She moves to sit cross legged, watching Peter look around the room. She'd done much the same herself when she first got here - stared like she couldn't believe what she was looking at. Tried to find something that could prove what she already knew: this place had been abandoned for a year.]
Yeah, right? We've just lost all that time to nothing. A whole year of our lives.
Maybe we would have got the Moira back home already. [An instant later, she scoffs. No, she doesn't really believe that.]
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[He turns his attention back to her, smiling briefly in that flirty teenage way he liked to try to get away with. It drops after a moment, the weight of what they're hypothesizing pulling at him.]
Maybe we would have. I could have already sent my sister back home to her brother. [A particularly sore point, knowing now that Pietro had been sent back during their festivities.] Maybe we would have gotten some answers about this ship.