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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
Nihlus Kryik | Mass Effect
The view outside stops him.
Nihlus stares at the window, feeling a strange… offness about it. Stepping into the square of bright moonlight, he peers out.
It’s night outside, clear, star-laden skies hung over a sea of fog and a brilliant moon peering down at it all. Nothing to worry about in and of itself but- why is it still night?
The planetary cycle hadn’t seemed this long when they’d landed.
… Hm. Might be a good time to grab a quick nap at some point. Goddess knows his sleep deprivation was probably causing all sorts of weird feelings of time distortion.
Brief moment of worry slipping from his mind, Nihlus leans over and folds his arms over the windowsill, enjoying the moment of quiet. The music is distant now, woven through the susurrus of leaves being stirred up a breeze and he can smell salt and ocean.
If he closes his eyes, he could almost pretend he’s back on Virmire again.
2. AS TIME GOES BY OTA
This was a new level of exhaustion Nihlus didn’t think he could reach.
Ever since Shepard had administered the antidote, his body had felt more like a bag of lead than anything particularly functioning. It was a persistent kind of tired too, no amount of sleep seemed to help- and he’s been sleeping for once. Long, long spans of dreamless blackness that he always woke up from with a sudden panic, wondering if he’d died again.
Exhaling a long breath, Nihlus sits back against his chair and rubs his face, ignoring the flecks of white that came away on his palms.
There’ll be time to fix his face paint later. The ship NEEDS to get up and running before their supplies ran out.
3. Wildcard - OTA
Hit me up at
1. :V
With the antidote in hand, and back at the party she'd initially sought Nihlus out, first. It was selfish, but not without reason: they needed to talk, and the most time they had to do so, the better. But it had been for naught — wherever he'd disappeared to at the party, it wasn't somewhere in the main hall. So she'd busied herself topping up other people's drinks, bringing them back into reality — one year on.
Making a slow circular sweep through all the rooms and halls, even knocking discreetly on private rooms, she'd made her way here, to an annex hall some ways away, all windows and breeze and natural moonlight. Outlined by the soft glow, the metallic thulium of his carapace seemed almost to sparkle.
It was breathtaking. He was breathtaking. The thought catches in her mind, and she realizes it's not just the picturesque imagery she's thinking about. Was the planet's insidious drug back in her system?
No, she'd gone immune. Been tested. Drunk the antidote for, at this point, hours. No, this was magnitudes worse: she was dealing with an honest-to-god attraction. The admission, private though it was, was enough to make her stomach drop, almost painfully. The drug had only given her the push — even if it was for a jump she wouldn't have taken otherwise.
For a moment, she contemplates turning around, leaving. Other people were walking around, now, distributing antidote — they could deal with him, instead. Shepard and Nihlus never had to talk about it. Done.
Am I a high schooler? Or an adult? I didn't assist in command of an entire galactic strike force to shrink away at fucking relationship issues.
Shepard steps forward, letting the footfall of her extremely functional work boots make her presence known as she approaches the Turian, two glasses in hand.
"Hey," she smiles up, relaxed demeanor near his side coming easily, too easily. "I've been looking for you."
get your boy undrugged Shep
Straightening up slightly, he turns to peer at the other Spectre as she approaches, the strange feeling of vague offness returning. It's slippery though. Nothing he could pin down, not reasons he could gauge as to why he was feeling it.
The sight of her in her usual getup wasn't surprising in an of itself at any rate: he'd dropped the fringe and waist jewelry off a good while ago and the prospect of going and fetching his civvies was beginning to get more and more tempting. They'd be easier to get on and off at any rate and goddess knows that's been a situation happening an awful lot here.
"Sorry, I was just... enjoying the fresh air." Stepping aside slightly to make some space, he gives her a sheepish little smile and shrug. "Don't exactly get too much of that on the Moira."
Moonlight reflecting off her irises draws a languid, happy warmth into his chest cavity and he watches her settle with an air of quiet admiration. He's still not used to the feeling, these flickers of affection that welled up whenever he'd seen glimpses of her throughout the party after their... well. Thing.
The really nice thing.
And it's a nice feeling too.
OMW TO UNDRUG MY WEIRD SPACE CATBIRDMAN
Idle chatter, going through the motions. She'd been doing it all day long — endlessly making small talk while serving up cups of antidotes, doing what she could to support those it hit harder than others. Questions about this and that, pretending she was being silly about the "incredible drink". Faking it with Nihlus, though, felt... wrong, somehow. Like it should be more personal.
A knot of disgust and shame twisted painfully in her stomach. Like I haven't already gotten personal enough.
"How are you feeling?"
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"Yeah, I'm... feeling pretty good."
Somewhere under that was a long list of things to worry about, but try as he might, Nihlus can't seem to remember what they were. Looking at Shepard as she leans against the sill next to him, he finds he... actually doesn't really care that much.
"How about you?" A tentative playfulness laces itself through his tones, velvet soft and warm.
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Objectively, not great. Worse, now that Nihlus had admitted to his own feelings of contentment. This wasn't going to be a great come-down.
I wonder how much he'll regret.
She pushes the thought out, and sets the two glasses on the sill between them, filling them slowly. "I figured you could use something a little bit more hydrating than what we've been drinking."
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Still, he's not refusing the drink, although he does peer at the cups as Shep fills with quiet curiosity.
"So, what weird corner did you find this thing in?" he wonders. "It's certainly got an interesting... aroma."
It smells like someone tossed a bunch of medication together in a pot and stirred, really.
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"Pretty close to home, actually. It's less of a drink, and more of a..." There was a word for it, what was it-- "...digestif. An after-drinks drink."
Taking another sip, she swirls it in the glass, watching Nihlus for a bad reaction. "What do you think?"
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"No offense," he adds, eying the cup, idly wondering why he's feeling kind of poisoned.
... Probably just the awful taste.
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"None taken — I didn't make it. Did you have any cavities?"
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Crossing his arms with a quiet little puff, he leans back against the window frame and turns his attention back to the view. For a while there is silence, his smile fading into a look of quiet contemplation.
"... Shepard." There's a tiredness in his voice that hadn't been there a moment ago. "What did I really just drink?"
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The answer is immediate, no-nonsense. Any trace of the previous carefree air is gone, replaced with an expression that looked as tired as Nihlus' voice sounded, softened with genuine concern.
"How do you feel?"
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Why hadn't he been concerned?
"I feel like I'm crashing after a Sand high." Ignoring the growing dread and exhaustion that was settling in, Nihlus snaps his quickly cracking composure back together. "What happened?"
The calm front's not going to last when whatever's affecting him completely wears off, but he needs to keep it together.
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"We were in it before we even knew to look out. Everyone was affected by it — prevailing theory is, it started airborn in the mist we all passed through to get here, and was present in everything. Food, drink, you name it, it was in or on it. The antidote's made from the water in the pool that was behind that sealed door."
She scans his face, watching his expression twist back into a simulacrum of what Nihlus must've thought looked composed, and fought a flash urge to reach out to him. Instead, she continues on, doggedly.
"People are reacting differently to coming down. If you feel anything severe, I should be able to help. At this point, I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve. For starters, try sitting down — slowly."
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Things are starting to look different now. The stone isn't so smooth under his palms and everything around him looked weathered and worn. There's a strange rot that he hadn't been able to smell until now, heavy and sickly sweet.
He leans heavier against the windowsill flicking his omni-tool off, closing his eyes against the sudden, nauseating rush of anxiety. It'll get eaten up by the exhaustion soon enough, he just needs to weather it out.
"How's everyone else?" Nihlus's tones have taken on the odd rasp of someone who's spoken too much for too long. "How many more crew members still need the antidote?"
Yes, he's fully intending on helping on that front.
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It's a deflection, but for now, it would do. Like hell was she letting him help, sagging on the windowsill like a deflated balloon as he was.
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Okay, yes, he's not going to be able to keep standing. Might as well sit with some modicum of grace instead of just keeling over.
Very, very gingerly, Nihlus turns and presses his back against the wall before slowly sliding down, one leg stretched out on the floor before him, other leg tucked against his chest. Oof.
It takes a moment for him to regather his thoughts, tipping his head up to peer at Shepard.
"I'm so sorry."
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Looking straight ahead, it's another long moment before she eventually answers, voice soft:]
You don't have anything to apologize for.
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It was too late to take the words back now and pretend the only thing wrong was his body slowly crashing. Besides, Shepard deserved it. She really... really deserved it. It won't fix anything later and he can't tell her everything he was apologizing for now, but he needed to say it.
Nihlus takes a slow breath and doesn't try correcting her. Instead, he peers around at the place, the structures slowly crumbling around them. ]
How long were we here for?
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Time flies, huh?
[When you're having fun, a part of her brain adds, before another part kicks the door shut on it.]
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[ His voice actually cracks at that and Nihlus manages to find enough energy to actually sit up at that.
It lasts two seconds before he flops dizzily back down, clutching at his head. ]
How?
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We don't know. It happened to everyone — whether they were at the party or not, so we at least know whatever we were drugged with wasn't the whole of it. Somehow, time just... got away from us. Lucky we caught it when we did.
[As she speaks, she rifles around in a pocket, before coming up with a slim stick — a dextro meal replacement.]
Take your time. Move slowly. We're not in any hurry — for now.
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[ He did not want to think about what would have happened if it had stayed unnoticed longer. Then again, he probably wouldn't be around to regret it like this.
The sound of Shepard rifling through things draws him briefly out of the panicked circles his brain was currently running laps in. The appearance of a food stick makes him smile despite himself, the heel of his hand pressed against his brow plate to stem the dizziness. ]
I'm not sure I can stomach that right now, [ he says, somewhat apologetically. ]
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2.
At least she can follow directions and be an extra set of hands.
The sooner they can get away from here, the better. If this planet forced Rinzler to trust the locals--
She doesn't want to calculate any of that. But she can't keep working without directions.
Is Nihlus in stasis? If she could trust anyone enough to shut down right now, she'd be resting. Better not bother him. Yori quietly picks up the tasklist to check if there's anything she can manage alone.
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There movement next to him and the Spectre nearly jumps out of his carapace. He reflexively tamps down on the panic, careful to keep silent, careful to keep his breathing even so that the visitor didn't realize he'd woken up.
"... Yori," he says quietly after a moment of staring, a note of mild confusion underlining her name. "Did you need some help?"