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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
jean grey
( from under the veil - closed to peter )
It took time but once her mind was clear, it was like breathing in fresh air for the first time. Her senses came back full force but she felt more in control. She didn't drink or eat anything else and let the others hand out the rest of the antidote. She tried to get her old uniform back, telling their hosts she didn't want to stay in the dress anymore. They wouldn't return the uniform so she asks for another outfit. Pants, a shirt, boots.
She gets them plus a jacket with fancy stitching. It'll do.
As she slips away, she starts to see the building for what it really is. It's actually pretty damn creepy. Infuriating if she were to really dissect it. They had all been fooled, including her. Their hosts' intentions may have been genuine but it was all done to make them stay without even realizing it.
Looking out over the edge of what had been one of the balconies, she can just make out the edge of the jungle far off. There's no way she's going back down and going through that jungle. Instead, she walks away from the ledge, takes a breath, and then turns and walks back.
She can do this. She can do this.
Jean lets out another breath as she jumps off the ledge and into the air. ]
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It's been a lot to handle, despite how much time may have passed it feels like they've hopped from one extreme to the next within hours. He's glad for the chance to leave.
Still, he has to get out of the layers of too hot denim first. He can't understand how he didn't notice it before.
He wanders out of one of the buildings after changing, now in a more comforting set of jeans and t-shirt, intent to zip back to the ship and stay there until someone called him to ferry people around. It's only by luck that he looks up as he starts to move, that he sees the falling red and connects it to something familiar. Peter's heart stops.
He's at the foot of the building in an instance, debating on whether to run up the side or catch her here. Would it hurt her to be tackled mid air? Would it hurt worse to be caught so close to the ground? He wishes he'd paid more attention to Sans's science lectures in class, taken Alice up on actually learning something for a change. His mind has went blank and he stands there with his arms out.
Waiting.]
Jean? Jean!
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Fortune favors the brave and all that, right?
She's about to head out over the jungle but then hears something. Someone screaming.... Her name? Looking down, she can make out the silver. Peter. She calls back without thinking, feeling his fear and panic. ]
Peter?
[ She starts to lower herself just enough to stop above him, still in the air. ]
What? What is it?
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Another one.
It's like seeing what Wanda or Billy could do all over again. Only this time he wasn't eased into it, no helpful sister prodding tidbits into his mind until he understood and no nephew asking permission to show off. It's more like seeing that tape from River, something so sudden and heart wrenching he feels like he needs to sit down.
He does that now, plopping into the ground and trying to make his heart stop racing.]
You were falling! [The panicky tone hasn't left his voice.] I thought you were- Christ, Jean. I thought you were going to end up all over the ground.
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No, I just... I couldn't stay there any longer and I wanted to get back to the beach without going back through the jungle.
[ Her hands fiddle with each other, not sure what to do with them. She shrugs some. ]
It seemed like a good idea at the time...
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[It's taking him a moment to get his head around it. Waking up from the party had been stressful enough. Now he feels like he wants to just sleep until someone can explain where he life went so weird.]
You scared me that's all. Don't mind me, go get your beach on. I'm just going to quietly die of a heart attack here.
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I'm sorry, Peter. I didn't know you were down here...
[ She finally sets herself down on the ground and kneels down next to Peter, sitting back on her legs as she puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes gently. ]
I didn't mean to scare you.
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[He'd only been there for a second before he'd spoken, he couldn't blame her for not noticing.
He shrugs under her grasp.]
It's not a big deal. [He smiles thinly, changes the subject.] Flying, huh? Did you win the genetic lottery or what?
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[ She softly admonishes him before reaching up to tap his temple and then her own. She an sense his emotions, after all.
But then she's shaking her head, ]
It's not as great as all that. But it is coming in handy more and more.
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[It's like trying to argue with Wanda, completely useless and he's lost before he can begin.]
Not all that great? Come on, that was pretty awesome and you know it. How many people can say they can fly? You've got cool powers Jean.
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When even other mutants look at you like you're a freak, it's hard to think of your powers as being "cool".
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[He tugs at his hair like that makes his point.]
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I can also sense what people are feeling, move whole buildings and burn walls in my sleep.
[ And even destroy another being on a molecular level. Maybe they should be afraid of me. ]
You having silver hair just makes you... unique.
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[He shrugs. River's not so far off on the feelings thing, he's used to her telling what he's going through and he knows it's not just because he's an open book. His sister here was the same way. Billy had told him of powers that could alter reality itself, if the boy got the desire to do it. It was all part of who they were, and after the initial shock, Peter had gotten over it.
He didn't see why people couldn't just do the same for Jean.]
Sure it does. I don't hate it, you know. Or my powers. Actually I think it's the coolest thing about me. But you could say the same about your's. You have powers, you're unique. That's not freaky.
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Maybe some day I'll see it the same way.
[ Until then...
She nudges one of his feet with her own. ]
C'mon. On your feet. You're way too young to have a heart attack, anyway.
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Lucky for you that you're stuck with me for the foreseeable future. I'm pretty good at wearing people down into seeing my side of things.
[He stands, stretching and popping his joints obnoxiously.]
Says who? See the grays? I'm totally an old man.
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Yeah. I'd agree with that.
[ Just barely managing not to smile at that. ]
Only when you slow down, will I believe that you're an old man.
[ There. Take that. ]
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( as time goes by - closed to obi-wan )
Must've strained herself after being under the influence of... whatever they had been drugged with.
She looks out at the ocean, actually glad to see the ship again. She never thought that would be a thing. She then looks up and down the shore, seeing if she can spot any familiar faces. When she spots Obi-Wan, she tries to push herself up but only manages to fall back into the sand. So she settles for waving to him. ]
Sorry I'm late!!
Are you all right, my dear?
[ He can tell she's not. No one coming from the settlement appears to be all that well. Kenobi, having spent all of his time on the beach, is strangely relieved not to be caught up in all of it. The last time he lost himself, it led to months of recovery, of which the fruits of his labor are only becoming apparent now.
The Jedi Master offers a kind smile, but it's tinged with concern. ]
You're not going to be ill, are you?
no worries! i am slow myself
I'm fine, I'm fine. Just tired from using my powers a bit much.
[ She sways a little on her feet but manages to stay on them this time. Smiling at him, ]
I'm glad you're okay.
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Yes, I've been keeping an eye on the beach.
[ Which is to say, he never really put himself in any direct danger, although he has been battling his own demons in the meantime. ]
Let me walk with you; it might be safer that way.
now i'm the one that's late sobs
How long have you been on the beach? Have you... noticed anything strange?
( as time goes by - open )
The rest of her time will probably be spent in the gardens, still feeling responsible for it and wanting to clean everything up as well as see if anything edible is salvageable. ]
( wildcard )