( october event log pt. 2 )

[hohnkai]

Who: Everyone
When: October 19th into the beginning of November.
Where: The Mini Colony of the Runoff & the Moira.
What: The Moira stops to resupply at the closest planet and things get weird.
Warnings: Physical transformations, phobias - please label if needed.

E V E N T L O G

Between the Perspectives "but in your future, the you i see is exactly the person you always wanted to be." Supplies have been loaded onto the ship, and the captains have encouraged all crew members to explore with the added notice that this will be the last planetary stop (hopefully) until the Moira reaches the Midway Hub. While seemingly uneventful on the Moira, the mini colony has been thrumming with adventure and has offered its visitors the opportunity to explore. To those who have indulged, some experienced great changes and others discovered enlightening information about the Ingress and the very ship some have called home for over a year. Later in the month, the Lamaria hold the closing ceremony of the Desiderium Festival (which was noted on the prior event log) . The burgundy and lime colors of the celebration slowly fade into black and vermillion, and small fires are now in place for visitors to throw their written notes into. Everyone who participates will be blessed by one of the Lamaria (they will visit the ship as well), and the MID will be able to only translate bits and pieces of what this blessing means. "Experienced loss — every story is different — and saying goodbye — not to know — understanding lies in the mingling of holding on and letting go." ☄ TRANSFORMATION CENTRAL For some, it might be due to a touch or a look. For others, it might not be any of those things at all, and something that just happens. Either way, shortly after the blessing occurs, you will find yourself changing. Your character’s body will slowly transform into the physical likeness of another being on the Mini Colony. The effects of this change may last as short as a day or as long as a week, but each come with their own stipulations—advantages and disadvantages. This is limited to one as the blessing itself only allows for “a little understanding”. Linked below are some of the possible transformations that your character can go through. Players can choose either one of the mod-supplied suggestions or choose the form of another already living on the Moira. ☄ THE FEAR MACHINE Paranoia writes the checks, we're dangling here like a marionette. Here we go again, the world is coming to an end. Engage the fear machine and collect the dividends. While the festival is beautiful, and some have found enlightenment and understanding here, there are those on the mini colony who don't enjoy the festivities. In a secluded room on the fifth floor in one of the buildings in the Science District, there is one such person who finds the religious festival to be a nuisance—one who should be stopped. Thinking that disrupting the blessings and celebration will somehow "get back" at the Lamaria for impeding their work (some of those who have transformed got into the building a few years ago and destroyed this person's property). Pettiness thrives, and they create something they dub The Fear Machine. Yet, while the science is sound, the technology itself is not. In the middle of the mini colony, the machine is set off, and bolts of transparent energy erupt and spark out around it, stretching as far as the docked ships. Since the technology wasn't created properly to sustain the energy, it doesn't spread out evenly like they had hoped. Some are hit. Some are not. Those who are will develop a sudden and overwhelming phobia that will last well into the beginning of November. The machine might be turned off and left behind, but the obsessive fear has only just begun. ( ooc; For questions, go here. This log will run into the beginning of November; any threads here can be claimed for bonus activity the following activity check as well. )

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Ronan Lynch ☘ Unchanged

[nightmarist]

upside down and inside out (open to all)

[Ronan, being the opposite of a friendly and inviting person, has managed to avoid any so-called blessings by evading every colonist who looked like they might even consider approaching him. He's landed in Section 25, instead: A park unbound by gravity, behaving like almost as much of a dream thing as his beloved Cabeswater back home. Water and flower petals float toward the sky. Reality bends in a way that Ronan finds nostalgic. Out of anything he's seen since he arrived only days ago, this is the closest to his natural habitat.

Still barefoot after the unexplained loss of his combat boots, Ronan walks along the path while his pet raven Chainsaw flies in a disoriented pattern a few feet overhead. She can't quite seem to gather her bearings, but she doesn't seem particularly distressed about it. If a raven can possibly look like she's playing around, that's Chainsaw in the moment. And even Ronan almost looks like he's smiling while he watches her.]

in a nightmare (maleficus only)

[The dream is a forest in autumn. The leaves of the surrounding trees are on fire with fall colors, impossibly brilliant hues of red and orange and gold. They look as if the sun is shining directly onto them, but the sun is nowhere to be seen, the sky darkening into dusk. The effect is uneasy, the way the foreground looks too bright when there are storm clouds lurking in the distance.

Ronan stands in the center of a small clearing, gazing into a pool of water lapping at his bare feet. His brow is drawn in deep concentration, eyes fixed on the water as if he sees something in there. Whatever it is he's looking at, it isn't visible to his guest. Getting closer to the water only reveals it to be an opaque, impossible blackness.

So busy with his work, Ronan doesn't notice he has company just yet.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse had wound up in the park because of a floating pumpkin. The pumpkin hadn't been doing anything except floating by, but it had creeped Jesse the hell out enough that he'd taken a sharp left into the park with his hands buried deep in his pockets and a wide-eyed, utterly perturbed look thrown over his shoulder just in time to see the pumpkin float on by.

And then, continuing ahead, he'd come to a slow, incredulous stop at the dreamlike weirdness that surrounded him. Slowly, he had resumed walking, the creepiness of the floating pumpkin fading into the background while trying to take in everything around him.

It's how Jesse winds up deep in the park, fear caving to mystified curiosity and awe. God, this place is weird. Eerie and disorienting and unnerving and magnificent and magical, all at once, with its dizzying backwards gravity.

He trails off another spiralling pathway onto another around a bend of trees, and hesitates in his step at the unexpected sight of Ronan on the path up ahead. Oh, great, is Jesse's immediate sinking thought. He slows to a stop, though, and as he watches the bird flutter and play about, he's almost a little curiously amused even despite how creepy he still finds that thing. ]

She likes it here, huh?

[nightmarist]

[Ronan's mildly surprised to find Jesse approaching him. His eyes slide over for a moment of appraisal before returning to Chainsaw overhead.]

She misses home.

[Ronan himself is not sure whether he's referring to his dreams or Cabeswater or The Barns when he says "home". Maybe it's sort of a combination or maybe all three mean the same thing. Regardless, it's a funny thing to say in relation to a park with no gravity.]

You look less disgusting today.

[heisenbitch]

[ Even if that remark has totally needled at Jesse's unease at being a freak, he's getting so used to Ronan's oh-so pleasant demeanour that it doesn't surprise him one iota. Jesse slows to a stop, giving Ronan a dry look. ]

It's good to see you, too. [ "Asshole" is totally implied as an addition to that in the tone of his voice. ] Go easy on the compliments, though. You might give yourself a hernia.

[nightmarist]

[Oh, good. Jesse's learning. Ronan gives him a snaky little smile, which is about the warmest expression most people can expect from Ronan Lynch.]

Did you want me to call you beautiful?

[heisenbitch]

[ He's getting used to those snaky little smiles, too. Unfazed by Ronan's taunts: ]

Dude. Keep it in your pants.

[nightmarist]

Don't worry. You're a little girly for my taste.

[Ronan likes them angry and covered in motor oil.]

[heisenbitch]

[ "Girly". Gee, thanks, asshole. Like Jesse isn't already aware how wiry and weak he is. Thinking Ronan is just saying that to be a condescending smartass, that there's actual truth to it goes over Jesse's head.

So dry: ] I'm heartbroken.

[nightmarist]

[Yeah, Ronan suspects that flew right past Jesse, but there's a tiny bit of relief in that. It's not that he's closeted, but he doesn't want the conversation to turn towards Adam.]

You'll survive.

[Chainsaw, in that moment, notices Jesse and swoops down to circle playfully a few feet above his head. Does she like him? Is she trying to scare him? Maybe it's a little of both.]

[heisenbitch]

[ The sudden swooping has Jesse ducking in surprise with an exclaimed, "Whoa!" His hands almost clap protectively over his head, though realising the bird is only flying around overhead rather than intending to attack, Jesse cautiously glances above him instead. Even with its playfulness, having a raven circling and swooping right above him is intimidating as hell; Jesse manages to brave standing a little taller... though not without instinctively ducking again and then again with a startled look on his face and another, "Whoa, Jesus!" when the bird circles over him once more in a low playful swoop. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan's laugh just then is a genuinely delighted one, different from his typical cruel snicker. He's more amused by Chainsaw's energy than her accidental torment of Jesse (though that's funny, too). He holds his arm up, reaching well above the top of Jesse's head, and Chainsaw's sharp claws grasp Ronan's fingers as she settles onto his hand. When he draws her down to eye level, he has the strangest expression on his face. He almost appears kind and gentle.]

Yeah. His hair does kind of look like a nest, doesn't it?

[Ronan's talking to the bird, obviously.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Well, of course, Jesse is left feeling like an idiot, getting almost freaked out by a raven swooping over him, but what's new? He rolls his eyes slightly to himself at Ronan's remark to the bird, though can't help pushing a hand through his "nest" of hair. He doesn't miss the affectionate way Ronan looks at the bird, either. It would almost be cute if Ronan wasn't such an asshole.

Something moving in the sky catches Jesse's attention, and his eyes dart up to it. Water cascading into the sky, upwards and upwards with gravity all upside-down, from some fountain somewhere nearby. It draws his attention back to his surreal surroundings, which his eyes drift around looking at. ]

So, uh... This weird ass place reminds your bird of home, huh?

[ What the hell.

(He almost said "dick bird" but he wouldn't be surprised if Ronan set the bird on him for real if he insulted it.) ]

[nightmarist]

[Following Jesse's gaze, Ronan's expression returns to its typical subdued mischievousness.]

Does the water not do that where you come from?

[Chainsaw titters and flaps her wings, finding her balance on Ronan's hand. Jesse is correct in his assumption that insulting her would piss Ronan off, but it would also just kind of confuse him. She's a very well-behaved bird, in his opinion.]

[heisenbitch]

Uh... no?

[ Looking back at Ronan like "huh?" It does where he's from? ]

[nightmarist]

That's too bad. Now that you're a fish, you could swim in the sky and shit.

[...Now there's an idea!]

Hey, if I throw you in, will you turn ugly again?

[heisenbitch]

[ Just this look. What do you think, asshole? ]

Why? Got a thing for freaks?

[nightmarist]

[Now Jesse's just asking for it.]

Not typically of the fish variety. In slightly different circumstances, I might make an exception for you.

[heisenbitch]

[ This kid. Honestly. Seeing sarcasm is about the only language Ronan apparently speaks, apart from Latin: ]

Touching. Really. Too bad I'm too old for you, then, huh?

[nightmarist]

How old are you?

[heisenbitch]

Twenty-fi-- [ Oh. Wait. ] Twenty-six. Or maybe twenty-seven, I dunno.

[nightmarist]

You're not sure?

[heisenbitch]

[ Sounds dumb, doesn't it? ]

We lost a whole year, maybe more, on this alien planet with a buncha mantis people just before you got here. So, no, I'm not a hundred percent sure.

[nightmarist]

Ah.

[He doesn't seem particularly surprised, just slightly unnerved. No urge to dwell on it in Jesse's presence, however.]

Looks like you're safe from me for a couple more years.

[heisenbitch]

Yeah, that doesn't sound creepy coming from a kid at all.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan quirks an eyebrow but says nothing, transferring his nightmare-birthed raven familiar to his black-clad shoulder. Many things are creepy about Ronan. He would argue that his sexuality is rather low on that list.]