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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
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Good. I feel the same.
[ He did seem to be enjoying himself inordinately tonight, but there's just a special kind of happiness he feels when he has Eggsy around, and a unique kind of enjoyment he takes from the moments they spend together. He's been having fun with other people, sure, but it's just not the same as with him. ]
Sure. [ He answers without even thinking twice. Yes, whatever Eggsy wants, Bruce has a feeling he'll be more than alright with it. ] What do you want to do?
/awkward eggsy alert
Let's fool around. [As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Eggsy's cheeks go ruddy and he stops moving.] Mess around.
[No, for fuck's sake, Eggsy, that's not any better.]
I meant, we should do somethin' reckless. Climb up one of the buildings or somethin'.
[Honestly, he would totally fool around with Bruce if that were on the table, but Eggsy doesn't know if Bruce likes fellas and he's got a bird on the ship. But he'd been trying to get Bruce to cut loose with him and he'd fucked asking that up.]
omg this is too good
It does bleed a little into the way he smiles shyly, head ducking. He nods. ]
I'd love to. Fair warning, though, I'm not that great at climbing.
[ But some of the buildings here aren't that tall, so it shouldn't be too hard for him to manage, right? And if it means a chance for some alone time with Eggsy, he doesn't mind putting in the extra effort. ]
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I’ll help ya. Let’s go.
[He slides a hand down Bruce’s arm, entwining their fingers, and tugging Bruce towards the door. Eggsy guides him outside, breathing the fresh air in, trying not to think of that vaguely interested expression Bruce had been sporting. His cheeks are flushed, and it has nothing to do with anything he’s had to drink.]
How about that one?
[Eggsy thinks they can get to the roof just by climbing up the sides; the windows are close and have short ledges.]
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Eventually his eyes tear away from him, looking up to the building that Eggsy's just pointed out. ]
I can do that one, I think.
[ Even with what he's had to drink, he's confident he can manage that. If not, well... the worst that can happen is he falls. A possibility that somehow doesn't worry him at all. ]
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You first, yeah?
[So he can help, guide Bruce if he needs to.]
I'll be right behind you.
[Eggsy smiles and then steps up close to adjust Bruce's clothes. He'll tuck anything in that needs tucked in so that he doesn't have anything to get in the way. And if he lingers, that's not his fault.]
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One ledge follows another as he keeps climbing. It's not particularly easy, but it's not that difficult either. Not so different from the poor excuse for buildings he had to climb up and down in a myriad of different places while trying to run away.
People say the key's not looking down, right? To Bruce the key was always having someone chasing after him (see if he falls down while having someone on his tail), but not looking down will have to do for now. ]
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See, we made it. You and me, yeah?
[He props his chin up on Bruce’s chest, head tipped to the side as he studies him. Eggsy reaches up and brushes his fingers along Bruce’s chin, breathing out slowly.]
You an’ me.
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Thankfully it's not needed, and Bruce's still in very good shape, which means he makes it to the top without even getting short on breath. Never mind that said air gets promptly knocked out of his lungs when Eggsy's weight lands on top of him.
It leaves him all in one go with a single huff, then he laughs breathlessly, his hands settling on Eggsy's waist. He tips his head a little, smiling at him, soft and all too fond. ]
You and me.
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He shifts up on his elbow and kisses Bruce. It's hard, hand cupping his face, half missing his mouth, and his eyebrows are raised like he's surprised with himself.]
Sorry.
[He's staring down at Bruce, cheeks red, and he's half considering sliding backwards and shimmying down the building again.]
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For a fraction of a second he almost chases after when Eggsy breaks the kiss, his eyes snapping wide open, gaze dropping briefly to Eggsy's lips. ]
Don't be. [ Bruce licks his own lips and swallows dryly, shaking his head. ] It's fine.
[ No it's not. It's not fine, but somehow the little voice at the back of Bruce's mind that insists on that has been effectively squashed, and Bruce's hands are tight enough on Eggsy's sides that he couldn't move away if he tried. ]
Do it... do it again.
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Kiss ya?
[Of course that's what he means, and Eggsy wants to do it. His hesitation is brief, all his doubts and insecurities blowing away with the breeze. Eggsy leans back down and kisses him again, softer, pressing their mouths together and not missing.]
Oh. [He shifts and lays over Bruce a little, remembers the way he'd kissed when he was younger, and tries to mimic what he'd liked before, curious if it's still the same.]
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He can't think of a single reason, and he doesn't try to find one either, to do anything other than tip his head just enough to press into that kiss, their mouths fitting together more properly now. He's a little flustered when the kiss breaks momentarily, but then smiles just before Eggsy leans down again, promptly opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
There's more practice behind it now, more confidence too, and Bruce also goes for what he likes more openly and promptly than he did as a teen. His tongue traces along Eggsy's upper lip before dipping inside, a flood of warmth and fondness spreading all over him that nearly drowns out everything else. ]
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It’s easy, like this, under the stars and away from everything, nothing but Bruce and how good it feels.
He moves, throws a leg over Bruce’s lap and straddles him. Everything is warm, and he moves his hands to curl his fingers in Bruce’s hair, dropping his hips low.]
Fuck, Bruce.
[He runs his fingers slowly through Bruce’s curls, lips parted as the other man licks into his mouth.]
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He doesn't have to keep control. He doesn't want to. And evidently Eggsy doesn't want him to stop either, so he doesn't.
Bruce's eyes close for a moment, lips parting in a soft audible sigh when fingers sift through his curls. His hands settle on Eggsy's thighs, moving up to his hips, drawing him in closer. Heat washes over him when he hears the tone in Eggsy's voice, and he lifts his head up a little more, presses deeper into the kiss, their mouths slotting together as his tongue searches out the younger man's, a soft moan muffled against Eggsy's mouth. ]
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The night is pulling him in and swallowing him whole. He doesn’t want anything or anyone else.
His hand reaches out for Bruce’s wrist, tugging up and guiding him under Eggsy’s hoodie and shirt, fingers brushing his skin and making him moan. He breathes in deep and lifts up on his knees, running his hands up his own chest and through his hair, disheveling it. He rolls his hips then, slow and languid, a faint mimicry of what he’d be doing to Bruce if they were both naked and not on a roof.
He lets his eyes fall shut, lashes fanning the tops of his cheeks, Bruce’s name tumbling out with each soft breath.]
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Any and all thoughts and reasons as to why this shouldn't and can't happen are slowly going up in flames in his mind. Suddenly no memory is as strong as the scent of Eggsy's skin, the taste of his lips, or the sounds he lets out like music to Bruce's ears.
He lets his hand be guided underneath that shirt, fingers itching for direct contact. He gasps into the kiss when there's warm skin at his fingertips, his other hand joining the first and both sliding farther up, starting at the small of Eggsy's back, then curling around his waist to brush along his sides, nearly all the way up to his armpits.
Bruce's knees bend just so, feet planted onto the ground, and it's a minute motion but his hips shift, pressing up and chasing after that same friction Eggsy seems to be aching for. Eyes sliding shut, head falling back, a stuttered gasp falls from his lips. ]
Eggsy—
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Bruce –
[He lifts back up on his knees, sliding his hands down to the hem of Bruce’s toga. Eggsy’s more patient in some ways than he’d been when he was younger, but a lot more bold now, too.]
Gonna take this off.
[He rucks the fabric up and bunch it under Bruce’s arms, bending down and pressing a trail of kisses that go from collarbone to stomach and linger there. His eyes are wide, lifted up to meet the other man’s, wanting to make sure it’s alright. Eggsy feels over dressed in comparison, but it'll just give the other man more to take off.]
Yeah?
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