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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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Mettaton looks away. That was the least upsetting answer, but still. It's hard to hear that he'd been so caught up in his own problems, probably before the party had even happened, maybe even during it...that he hadn't noticed that Alphys was gone.
"Well. There isn't much to miss anymore. She is no longer on the directory, s-so that is that."
For someone saying such a matter-of-factly thing, Mettaton doesn't sound happy. Who would? Asriel might have been a close confidant in recent times, but Alphys was his best friend.
"I should be happy, shouldn't I? That she is not h-here anymore. I sh-should. But I am not."
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"... No, you don't have to be happy about it."
Asriel digs his toes into the sand, feeling a little awkward as he speaks.
"You miss her, right?"
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The more upset Mettaton became, the more his voice glitched out, and the more his core began to flicker between bright and dim. At this rate, he was going to short his body out, and then he'd have to leave it. Again!
Someone is not having a good day.
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The more he talks, the more upset Mettaton seems to get. Asriel closes his mouth for a moment. Maybe words weren't really going to help here, at least not right this second.
Instead, Mettaton finds Asriel's head laying against his chest. There's a loud rumbling from his throat. The same kind of noise Toriel uses to comfort him, but he's not sure if it'll help Mettaton or not.
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That shuts Mettaton up. He's still upset of course, and talking was only making him angrier, rather than sadder, but when Asriel leans in close and starts...why, it almost sounds like purring? Can boss monsters purr?
When Asriel starts that, Mettaton just goes still and silent. Ghost monsters and boss monsters weren't really the same, and had different methods of comfort, clearly. But the intentions transcend the differences, and he finds himself loosely hugging Asriel close, focusing on that sound.
...It is actually pretty comforting. It's a good thing to focus on. As is the fact that a small boy who didn't need to comfort him was still trying to anyway.
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"Do um... do you feel any better? I didn't mean to interrupt you, I just thought it might help."
Asriel's not sure if the same monster noises that his own mother uses to calm him down actually works on robots.
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"I'm okay. It was n-nice of you to do, sweetheart, and quite the pleasant s-sound."
Although he's still stammering, it's much more controlled now that he's gotten his anger back under wraps. With Asriel this close, it's probably inevitable that he'd hear Mettaton's inner parts humming just a little louder than usual. His chestplate's a bit more uncomfortably warm as well.
"I apologize for my outbursts. And m-my attitude. It is very hard to r-r-regain my optimism as of late."
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He wishes he could do more to help. But it's always hard to lose someone you care about. Asriel still wasn't over Chara, and Mettaton's already lost two people he cared about a whole lot.
Normally, Asriel wouldn't mind if he needed to vent. But being the close, he can hear parts making odd sounds, and the heat coming off of his chestplate seemed... wrong.
"But, maybe you should go back to the ship. You sound like you got sick."
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He's just also upset, and doesn't seem to care. Besides, he's sure the Ingress wouldn't let him stay here and rust, why would it ever do that?
"I don't mind getting back on th-the ship. Though...I think th-there, I would prefer to be l-left alone. Rather than attended to."
Clearly Mettaton isn't taking his malfunctions seriously. Which is pretty bad of him, considering that he was likely to experience core collapse at some point.
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"Could you get looked at first, and then be left alone? I don't know anything about robots or ghosts, but if you stay sick then it probably gets a lot worse..."
That probably doesn't change, regardless of being a monster or a robot. And the last thing Asriel wanted was Mettaton to "fall down".
"I'll... even chase away anyone who bothers you, afterwards."
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That said...he didn't want to upset the young prince, so he gives a faint nod.
"Fine, I will get looked a-at. As l-long as I am allowed to choose my own mechanic. Curre...i-isn't my mechanic."
Alphys was his mechanic. Barring that, he had an idea who he wanted to ask. Someone who was used to working with refined machinery...
"And you do not have to ch-chase anyone away, Asriel. I'll find myself a place away from everyone. Th-the ship is large. But thank you."
The Moira is more than large enough for even him to hide in. He won't put it on Asriel to gate-keep.
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"Okay... uh, I actually don't know any mechanics. But I'm sure there's more than just Curre."
Asriel's dabbled in a little in learning transporter engineering, but that's not even close. And beyond his current learning ability at the moment.
"Mm, all right. But... if you get tired of being away from everyone, then I'll come visit. Okay?"
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"My MID is always open to you, honey. D-don't forget that, alright? Besides, I thi-i-ink I want to look at the stars at least once more before I become scarce. You are cordially invited to that.
As for mechanics...I do know one. He has quite the skills, given that he's created a w-wearable suit for himself. I-if he can make hollow, fitted robotics, I'm sure he can fix me."