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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 crash-landed on the planet, her cloned human body was injured, and Adrien put it in cryostasis. Thankfully, the natives of the planet had temporary bodies for AIs such as herself and she enjoyed using one during the time the body was laid up. But now she knows it's been a year and that this whole thing has been one giant lie, and it seems the worst of it was in store when she returned to her body—being in the equivalent of a twelve-month coma meant her body had lost muscle mass and tone. Tex was released after two weeks, after proving she can make her way across the medbay with her walker, but now she's not just walking across medbay—she's trying to make it all the way to her room. Not as easily done as she'd thought.
After a while of pushing herself Tex remembers what a bad idea working herself too hard would be, and she starts shuffling along, taking little breaks. The walker has a little seat she can flip down and sit on to rest, which she does, until someone else enters the hallway. Then she stands and proceeds down the hall. Why so much pride about it? She doesn't know, but she doesn't want to be seen as being that weak.
It doesn't really help matters when she stumbles—catches her toe on the floor because she's barely lifting her feet. ]
Fuck.
[ It's barely an utterance, said under her breath, but she's sure it's been noticed. ]
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[Of course he's going to hear the curse. This is Reinhardt. Ever alert for those in need of help. Or an arm to lean on.]
[He was in the process of heading back to his room after checking up on people. Everyone was accounted for. Everyone he expected to see, anyway. And after all that partying, even his legendary stamina had waned. It was time for a nap.]
[Up until muttered curses and the sight of someone stumbling.]
[He waits, however, for a response. Maybe they don't need help. But it doesn't hurt to ask, does it?]
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Ah, no. Not really. I think I'm in over my head.
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[He's smiling as he says it, making an effort to be as nonthreatening and upbeat as possible.]
[Extending a huge hand to her.]
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Are you planning to pick me up, because that would be kind of humiliating.
[ She reaches for his hand, though. ]
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[There's that booming laugh of his, and his hand is rock-steady as she grasps it. Holding still and strong until she can get her feet back under her.]
Where are you headed?
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[ They're at least on the right floor now. But she's reached a point where she's nearly spent for the day. Not a feeling she's familiar with. ]
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[And now the big guy is all concern. He's holding out his hand again, just in case she needs it.]
I can walk that way as well, if it will help.
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[ She would take his hand except it takes both of hers to hold onto the walker. She straightens and tries moving forward another step. In a way, having him there is helpful just to make her more determined. She succeeds in not tripping again and starts shuffling in a careful way, to avoid falling. ]
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[Reinhardt is already used to slowing his pace for other people. This is nothing. He'll stay right at her side, though. In case he's needed.]
What was it that happened to cause it?
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[He grimaces, sympathetically.] I have never been in a crashing pod, but planes are bad enough!
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[ If the goal is to distract her with conversation, it's working. She's picking her feet up a little better now, despite her tiredness. ]
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[Well then. They can just keep talking. He grins at her, winking -- which is no easy task when you have one good eye.]
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[ Tex isn't one much for puns but that one seems to roll off her tongue. ]
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[He probably will. His memory is still sharp, after all.]
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Anyway, yeah. My body was in a coma for that missing year. It got weak while it healed from the crash.
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[The way he says it, like her comatose state had been something to be proud of.]
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[ Despite his presence helping her feel more energized, she's plodding more slowly again. She decides to come to a stop with a sigh. ]
I'll make it.
[ She mutters this to herself. ]