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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
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When the Moira crashed here, Tex's cloned human body suffered an injury, and the lack of care over the last year means the body has been healing in stasis, losing muscle tone and strength all the while. Tex has her body back, but she has to stay in it to help it heal. And it's too weak to do much. She can't even walk yet.
Tex and Zam have never really been the best at ease with one another, at least not since they visited Zam's home world in the alter-Ingress and Tex got killed. It seemed to be Tex's own tendency to be reckless that got them into the situation they were in, and that isn't something she likes to admit to herself. Anyway, right now Zam's in a bad mood and Tex's isn't much better. She's stuck in a cot in arguably a worse condition than Zam's, so what's she complaining about? ]
The only reason anyone would smother you is to get you to stop whimpering.
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That “anyone” wouldn’t be you, would it? [The words are bleakly sarcastic. She takes in Tex’s anemic frame, a shadow of the fearless armored form that had accompanied her to Coruscant.] Guess not, [she says, trying not to distract from the insult with her own restless fidgeting.] The pillow might give you trouble.
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[ She sighs and leans her head back in the pillow. ]
Besides, the doctors would have my head for putting you out of your misery. They do love misery here, haven't you noticed?
[ The latter is more a commentary on Adrien's attitude lately than anything, but of course he isn't here to hear her jibe. Too bad. ]
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They willingly work in an infirmary. What do you expect? [Maybe Zam’s assessment of the medical profession is just a little less positive than usual due to her current state. The doctors are the reason her withdrawal symptoms are being compressed to such a degree, after all. She turns her head back towards Tex.] So, what’s your problem? You forget to eat for the year or something?
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[ She doesn't bother to clarify about how she wasn't actually in the body at the time—though more people now know she's an AI, she doesn't feel like explaining every detail of that situation. ]
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[She gives a wry huff of laughter.] Too bad. You missed a hell of a party.
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[ Tex has pretty much resolved that keeping her AI status a secret now is pointless, since so many people found out on the party planet. Still, it's awkward to come out and say so this blatantly. She glances over, wondering what Zam will think of this revelation. ]
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So… is this like the thing with Tron where you’re an AI who just happens to look human or are you an AI piloting a human body? [Zam’s not sure whether or not that’s a tactless question, but it at least distracts her from the mess that is her own body at the moment.]
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[ She stretches her arms out a bit to look at them. ]
This is a clone body the Ingress made for me. At least, that's the best I've been able to tell.
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[The uncomfortable expression on Zam’s face seems to be the result of more than just physical pain now.] It wasn’t… you know… alive, was it?
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It doesn't have its own consciousness, no. When I leave, it just lies there. Don't ask me how it works. I just know it does.