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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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thisavrou_log2016-09-02 09:31 pm
reasons
Fuck. [ he's letting out a harsh, hissed curse, and scrubbing his palms against his lips and chin, feeling traces of warm blood there, the coppery tang of it still on his tongue. christ, what kind of normal person is used to that taste? no one, andyr, you're just a freak. with the room evacuated, he pulls out of steve's grip to turn and look him over, wincing, sheepishly. ]
I'm sorry. You okay? [ you just tried to rip a piece of his arm, out, andyr, no he's not fucking okay. picking up one of the discarded bits of fancy clothing the natives left he reaches out, about to push the cloth over the wound himself, but thinks better of it, holding it out to steve instead. ]
You gotta start giving me warning before you pull shit like that.
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Sorry. [ For grabbing him unannounced. ] They were just trying to help. [ And so was he, though he doesn't mention much about that as he tilts his arm to finally peer at the wound. The bleeding's slowed, but there's the very visible shape of Andyr's mouth imprinted deep in his skin. ] It's gonna be fine.
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more disturbing than that, steve had said 'sorry', and some part of his mind, still riled and wanting to dig out a chasm between himself and every other living being on this planet, thought good. the same sort of grim, malicious satisfaction that he felt every time a guard or a lab tech took a step back from him when he passed by. when a hand goes over a gun or eyes dart to the closest exist when his cuffs came off. it echoed in him for all of a fraction of a second, before shame slams into place, feeling sick with himself. ]
Don't be. [ he answers instead, giving no comment on what they were or weren't trying to do, and suddenly feeling entirely out of place in this room, out in the open, somewhere without bars to throw himself against and solitude to scream into. suffocating in it's simple freedom. taking a breath, he steps back, mind too loud and the want to just shut it off, as he goes digging through the rest of the clothes left out for something to change into. ] You should get that cleaned. Didn't have time to brush my teeth before the crash.
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I already told you - it's gonna be fine. [ Because he won't have to worry about it getting infected (small miracles), and even if Andyr's mouth had been the worst thing to damage him, it wouldn't leave a scar. He lowers his arm, lifting the cloth to check it again. He can see the clear imprint of teeth, and it's such a strange thing, wanting to poke at it but refraining. ] What about you?
[ And he's looking at him again, keeping the distance but hardly budging from where he's standing. ] What was that about? [ Just another case of proximity? Or had it been something else? Steve would much rather it have been him that Andyr had done this to than one of the people on this island. ]
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But neither of those were what this was, despite how certain he'd been a moment ago. How the panic rose in him and he lashed out as if this was his last moment to escape and run free. What he says, eventually, is the short summary of it. ]
I don't like people trying to strip me, and I don't like being grabbed. [ Short and relatively empty in terms of what actually had been the issue. ]
Didn't realize it was you. [ would he have still done it if it were some random crew member? would he still have stopped? maybe. probably not. someone he's never met is just as much an enemy in andyr's mind as the known ones are. ]
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I know. I'm sorry. [ Of course he knows. Even if it hadn't been said outright, Steve figures the last few times he's accidentally touched him without warning should be enough to tell him something as simple as that. A pause, and he moves a few steps closer. ] I think we'll be okay if we stick together. You wanna look around with me?
[ Let him make it up to you somehow. ]
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[ A snap of anger that flares up, and Andyr's foot connects with a small wooden stool sitting nearby, kicking it into the far wall, where it smashes into splintered pieces - an outburst of frustration, but with the kind of power Andyr has in him, any outburst is far from harmless. For a silent second or two after, he's staring blankly at the mess he's made, trying very hard to feel nothing. Good job, Andyr, just wreck all their shit. A+ diplomacy. And here's Steve, witnessing all of this, and Andyr's trying so, so hard to convince himself he doesn't care. ]
Maybe I should go back to the ship. [ He says eventually, sighing out. This happened only, what, five minutes into being around these people? What worse is likely to happen with him around? ] Someone probably needs something heavy lifted.
[ that, at least, he's good at. ]