( september event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: September 19th and on
Where: The Fixed Moons of the Runoff and the Moira.
What: Everything comes to a head.
Warnings: Nothing for now. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. )

Comments

get your fix

[a_shadow]

[ Tex has become preoccupied with her new relationship over this last while of partying, and has been spending an awful lot of time associating with the person she's become involved with, so when the stranger offers her a drink, her first thought is naturally of him. ]

Is it sweet? I ought to take some to my friend if it is; he likes sweet things.

[ Her smile is genuine and open—Tex is usually a bit more guarded around people she doesn't know, but there's no reason to be shy now, she thinks. ]

[squadgoals]

[Shep takes a long look at the bottle, as if trying to decide its sweetness content (not very — it's still a medicine), then looks back at Tex, all smiles.]

Not too sweet — I'd say it's just about perfect! Want me to pour you two glasses? You guys can enjoy it together.

forgot to use these icons on the first tag

[a_shadow]

[ She shrugs. ] If it's drier I won't bother. I like dry drinks, though, don't you? [ She accepts the single glass of the drink that's already been poured and takes a sip. ] It's...not as good as you're making it out to be.

Sorry!!

[squadgoals]

I'm with you, there — sweet drinks aren't really my area of expertise, but I'll indulge now and then.

[Caught! But on the plus side? She drank it.]

Takes a couple sips — it's a taste that grows on you.

[a_shadow]

They often are. [ She hasn't spent that much time in a human body—or in an adequate substitute, like this one—but she's familiar enough with alcohol to know that. She takes another drink. ]

[squadgoals]

How are you feeling? Liking it better, now?

[I mean, fingers crossed you had no shitty experiences at this party, because otherwise you're going to like it a lot less.]

[a_shadow]

[ She pauses, then shakes her head abruptly. ] No. What the hell—?

[squadgoals]

[Shep takes a step forward, watching Tex carefully. Some of the others had been caught in dizzy spells, stumbled, or just fallen — she's getting used to catching people.]

Easy, now. Feeling okay?

[a_shadow]

[ She angles her head, as though she had been about to shake her head again. ] No. [ Everything floods into her then, the time she had spent in carnal pleasures rather than in concerning herself with repairs, her lack of concern, her uncharacteristic openness during this time. She eyes the other woman. ] But you knew that would happen, didn't you? [ Now she does shake her head. ] Aw...fuck. Fuck.

[squadgoals]

[Shepard breathes out through her nose, using one hand to steady her companion. So much for "no bad times". Well, she had no problem with being the target of ire, if everyone was able to escape the drugging.] Yes.

Everyone here is laboring under a drug, although jury's still out on what the hell it is. What I just gave you was an antidote for it. The come-down is hard, but I think the return to free will is worth it.

[a_shadow]

[ She shrugs the hand off. ] Does anyone know how this happened? Just because we accepted their hospitality when we arrived?

[squadgoals]

Best guess? It started with the mist, and kept going with everything else we ate, drank, and breathed. Nothing to do with accepting — near as command can tell, we were already neck-deep by the time we arrived.

[a_shadow]

There's got to be more to it than just that though. [ She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. ] This means Nate Drake was right all along, though, huh.

[squadgoals]

Maybe, probably — but that's all we know, for now. Faster we get back, faster we can find out if there's more to know.

[She catches the expression, and smiles wryly.]

'Fraid so. It's no one's fault, though — the drug wasn't going to let anyone just accept it, point blank.