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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
rey | star wars: tfa | ota
[When a fellow crew member had handed her a drink, Rey hadn't thought twice before downing it in one gulp. She'd already had so much to drink, so one more couldn't hurt. Her time on this strange planet had been a blur of dancing, eating, drinking, kissing, and more--and she's strangely fine with that. Rey has never let loose in her life, never just done whatever she wanted because she could. Everything had always been calculated, executed, and had a profitable result. But on this planet, she had simply done what made her happy. It had been new and exciting, and she'd never wanted it to end.
Except soon enough, it had. The drink she'd been given had been the last thing to not taste awful and a few hours later, she had come to her senses and fled to the ship. Most of what she's done she remembers in very vivid detail, but there are definitely a few blurry patches in her memory.
It scares her, and sends her running to her old clothes, her old isolated ways, and her old work space. She's feeling too many things, and needs to focus on working in order to clear her mind. So it is that she's working on the Ingress, checking and rechecking wiring and connections, everything she's already done a dozen times but will do again because it'll keep her mind off how much time she's wasted. At least she can try to be productive here to make up for it.]
SHE LISTENS LIKE SPRING AND SHE TALKS LIKE JUNE
[To say the least, Rey had become soft during the wild year on the mystery planet. Her muscles aren't as toned as they once were, and she finds herself getting hungry more often than she ever remembers on Jakku. She remembers a time when she could survive on half a portion a day. Was it comfortable? No, but she could do it. Now, she feels as if she'll die without eating something every few hours. Indulgence has made her weak, and that is inexcusable.
But first, she needs to build her strength back up. In the days immediately following their departure from the planet, the sim room becomes a second home for her, right behind the Ingress hangar. She runs simulation after simulation, working with her staff, her lightsaber, and her bare hands. Anything to keep her busy and make her feel as if she's making up for the time lost.]
BUT TELL ME, DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN?
[Eventually, her body had become too exhausted to continue working and Rey knew it was time to exercise her mind. But meditation is difficult, even in the tranquility of the gardens. So after a few hours of trying to meditate, she instead begins to sketch. It had helped her pass the time and calm herself on Jakku, and often kept her sane when she'd been trapped inside her AT-AT home during a sandstorm. She sits with her back to the first tree she'd ever climbed, sketching parts of Jakku, the ship, and the things around her.]
DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED
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BUT TELL ME, DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN?
Her clothing from that world has been discarded, and she's returned to her own attire. Slightly showy, it is far less ornate than anything she ever wore for the Senate. A pale blue and flowing dress, with her hair drawn slightly up in to two messy buns on either side of her head, she looks much like her daughter, although Padmé has come to learn that she has since departed. She is sorry for that, selfishly, as she had wanted to learn more about her, but no doubt Leia has a place to return to, the story of her life waiting for her.
She's pausing now and then, to smell a flower or caress a leaf, before moving on. Caught in her own thoughts, her arms raises, to run lightly across the lower leaves of the tree before her and she almost misses the individual with her back up against the trunk, until she is almost upon her.]
Oh! My apologies. I didn't mean to intrude.
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Just a woman. Young, but there's something about her that says there's more, even if Rey can't put her finger on it. And even though she's certain she's never met this woman, there's still something strangely familiar about her. But then, she could just be imagining it.
The scavenger looks back to her ruined sketch and shrugs, flipping the page.]
It's fine.
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You're very talented, if you don't mind me saying so.
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Thanks. I've just seen a lot of diagrams of ships. Sort of picked it up.
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[No, the political field is where her talent lays, which is good enough for her. She had been able to make small differences in her life with that ability. Anything artistic though... No, she could marvel at it, but that is all.]