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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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[ Obi-Wan hardly glances up from his seat at the table where he's fiddling with his MID. ]
I'm afraid that's something I've never been able to pass on to you, hard as I've tried.
[ But he's not wholly unsympathetic, despite how it appears. He's certainly been there himself, although it's been long enough that he forgets how awful it can be (which paves way for him to make the same mistake over and over again). ]
Why don't you sit down and I'll get you something for your head.
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[He does exactly as advised, though he really wants to crawl into the bed entirely, bury himself in blankets until there's no light left, and wait for...whatever is supposed to happen now. The kiss of death, maybe? Though the throbbing in his head and ache everywhere else already feels much unkinder than that.]
Drinking, period. This is awful.
[He'd already been so terrible at it, this small point of leisure that is often, as he knows it, one of the few luxuries his friend takes himself. The Order recommends against it, but Obi-Wan Kenobi is known for his near-perfect moderation in all things--their poster Jedi--and there seems to be an understanding between the Order's recommendation, and his careful adherence to a limit. (Or as far as Anakin understands and has ever truly seen, at least).
Despite Obi-Wan's guidance and carefully cultivated tolerance, even small doses hit Anakin hard enough to render him disoriented. It's not a comfortable feeling: it's weightless and uncontrolled, and like this, the helplessness of it has frozen over in his veins]
I felt fine. [He feels the need to clarify. Because he had. Happy and carefree, and for the first time in...how long? He hadn't been smothered under the oppressively grey cloud of guilt that seems to loom overhead near constantly now.] I felt fine, and now I just feel sick and I don't understand how anyone enjoys this.
[The complaint takes on the pitch of a tell-tale Skywalker Whine™, and he finally gives up on sitting upward and feeling the room around him drift under him as he flops backward on the bed with a moan.
He'd been happy. Why does it always come back to this?]
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He makes a tutting noise and waits for his best friend to take the one curative act Obi-Wan himself has never regretted trying. ]
It's a fine line that's easily crossed. Next time you'll remember this moment and think twice of it.
[ That's not a lie. But, of course, what Obi-Wan leaves off is the part about how you're usually too far gone at that point to make a sound enough decision to keep yourself from barreling ahead. ]
Is Padmé dealing with the same?
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[It's not said with the requisite amount of concern as a real threat against his life would be, nor the same overbearing sadness of when he considers finishing it himself. It is, simply, a miserable hyperbole. He reaches up for the tabs, taking them dry and grimacing, before making a pathetic show of propping himself up on an elbow to take the water as offered.
He shoves his face into Obi-Wan's side and whines as he nods in response to his question, and immediately regrets the movement, eliciting--you guessed it--another whine.]
Didn't take being dragged out of bed well. [Neither had he, but the ache and exhaustion had been almost unbearable to let go.] You'd think after a...week it wouldn't feel like this, but it's--
I feel like I got tramped by a bantha herd.
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[ This much is said with a careful kindness Obi-Wan hasn't bothered with in a long time. His hand rests on Skywalker's shoulder and he squeezes gently. ]
A year has passed since the ship crashed.
[ Drifting away gently, he grabs up the chair and takes a seat nearby Anakin, tapping at his MID until he can show off the date and time. ]
See for yourself. I've already confirmed it...
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Force, please let it be a joke.
And while you're at it, please let Obi-Wan have discovered a sense of humour.
Despite the exhaustion, how much the light hurts, and how his head feels like it's been shoved under water, Anakin can also feel his heart skip a full beat. He pulls up slowly to peer at Obi-Wan's MID, and it skips another.
The Force is the only one that could possibly find amusement in this at all.
Anakin's jaw drops for a moment, before tired eyes casually rise to find Obi-Wan's.]
...A year. I just--I just had sex for a year. Straight?
[On the other hand...he's hard pressed to find a negative when put like this.]
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That's certainly one possibility.
[ His stern expression sits firm for a moment before Kenobi crosses his arms and tries to smooth out his ruffled feathers. ]
It's a wonder you can walk.
[ See? He's totally got a sense of humor. ]
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I can walk. Just too busy dying.
[The medication is working, thank the stars, but it's far too slow, and, as he suspects, too temporary. The room is still rocking back and forth, and not even the idea that he's once again scandalized his best friend can keep his attention off of it for long. He sounds marginally indignant, a whine that loses most of its effect when muffled by faceplanting into the bed.
It's enough of a distraction, in fact, that a full moment passes, before his head snaps back up, much to his vocal regret.]
Wait, are you alright?
[If it's been a year, does that mean it'd really taken that long to get that damned thing out of his head?]
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[ It's said with such flippancy that Obi-Wan even surprises himself. It hasn't escaped his attention that Anakin's unspoken intentions are exactly correct. For a year he'd taken on that monster of a woman, and the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that even under the cushioning guidance of the Force, he's tired as ever. ]
Make sure you drink up. [ And then, slightly scolding, he goes on. ] And rest. None of that could have been any good for you in large amounts.