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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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[Despite Elizabeth's request, however, Shepard pours somewhat determinedly, filling the glass almost to the rim.
Lifting a glass of her own (water), she toasts her companion.]
To our continued good health!
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Yes, yes, good health-- hang on I'm going to find someone to split this with, no sense in it going to waste...
[Even at an eternal party, Elizabeth's father was still a drunk-- and she has a complicated relationship with alcohol. The last time she drank too much, she ended up puking in a corner with Ivan covering her.]
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Here, split it with me. [Without pause, she downs her own glass in one solid chug, and drops two-thirds of Liz's into it.]
My apologies. I didn't mean to put you to any trouble.
[I mean, whoever we would've split with, I'll get to them, too!! >:V]
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[Elizabeth blinks, obviously impressed by Shepard's ability to chug a whole glass in one go. That is definitely not in her immediate future, but the smaller portion in her glass is.]
Oh no, it's not your fault. I've been trying to watch how much I'm drinking. The last time I lost count, it didn't end so good. I get the feeling that if I made a mess for our hosts to clean up, they wouldn't think anything about it, but I'd be so embarrassed. [She laughs nervously and raises her glass again before taking a sip. After tasting it for a moment, she frowns and looks down into the glass.] Hm. It's got kind of a lighter taste, doesn't it?
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It's a lighter drink. More of an... aperitif?
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[Her legs hurt suddenly. Elizabeth looks a little concerned as the pain starts to get worse, apparently out of nowhere.] I think I need to sit down...
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[As soon as Elizabeth so much as hesitates, Shepard is somehow knowingly there, pulling a chair over.]
Party finally starting to wear you down?
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[She rubs at her ankle. It feels like she's been standing for a long time.] I suppose... Or it's a foot cramp. [She starts shucking off her shoes.] What time is it anyway?
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[Shep flips her wrist over, flicking the attached MID to life.] A little after noon, by shiptime. The rotation's a bit weird, here, though.
Did you get any sleep?
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I didn't even see the sun come up...
[The disturbing nature of this is setting in, and it's probably very obvious to Shepard that Elizabeth is Not Alright with the way the pieces are coming together.]
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Don't blame yourself — I don't think any of us did.
[She lifts one finger, and moves it gently, side to side.] Try and follow my finger with your eyes. How are you feeling, right now?