( september event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: September 19th and on
Where: The Fixed Moons of the Runoff and the Moira.
What: Everything comes to a head.
Warnings: Nothing for now. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. )

Comments

[knaval]

A river. I might as well just transform and let you push me along the sand.

[a pause.]

Can you drive on sand?

[redshitlord]

Dude, I'm trying! I don't know what else there is.

[He frowns, and shrugs.]

Maybe?

[knaval]

Okay. Forget that, it's a terrible idea.

[riptide taps his chin.

then... goes to pick sideswipe up by the scruff of the neck. GUESS WHO'S GOING TO BE THROWN.]

[redshitlord]

Wh-- Hey! What are you doing?

[Well, there goes any chance of secrecy.]

[Completely, you know, ignoring the fact they're at least 5 times the bug peoples' size.]

[knaval]

Think fast! It's a distraction! I think!

[riptide is just gonna FLING SIDESWIPE WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH IN THE DIRECTION OF THE BEACH.]

[redshitlord]

[He doesn't get a retort. He's chucked through the air, yelling wildly.]

[Let's be real, if you're throwing someone into a jungle, they're going to land in a tree.]

[That's exactly what happens.]

[knaval]

[riptide watches sideswipe go flying, taking several trees with him. he winces at the crashing and cracking.

might have over estimated that one.]

...Sorry!

[redshitlord]

[He was never meant to be an arielbot ....!!]

[And he's. Probably stuck up in that tree. Dangling uselessly.]

... ow.

[knaval]

Oh, my god! Did you guys see that? He just-- he just tripped and went flying! Gravity, whaaat? Okay I'm gonna... go help him. Bye! Forever!

[said while backing away from the hosts and then turning and sprinting to sideswipe.]

Sorry. You're not hurt are you? Sorry.

[redshitlord]

[He's not going anywhere, dude, take your time.]

[But he looks. Fairly DONE WITH THIS by the time Riptide gets over to him.]

Just get me down, dude.

[knaval]

[riptide just kicks the tree to break it and Release sideswipe.]

Well, we tried. That was a wash. You wanna go see if our room is still in one piece?

[redshitlord]

Yeah. You threw me. That totally counts as trying...

[He can't help the eyeroll. He really can't. But then he's flopped back down on the nice, safe ground with a huff.]

... kinda. I mean. I'm wiped. I dunno about you.

[knaval]

Yeah, same.

[he nudges sideswipe with a foot.]

C'mon. Up

[redshitlord]

Wow, dude. You throw me into a tree and now you're bossing me around. Low blows.

[He just sort of flops into a vague sitting position.]

[knaval]

My aim could use a little work, but I've seen you take more than that. Quit being a baby, baby.

[redshitlord]

[He was totally going to sulk about this, but --]

Did. You just all me 'baby'? Like affectionately?

[knaval]

What? No, I mean like an Earth wearing diaper baby. Baby is a thing affectionately? But they scream so much!

[riptide doesn't understand!]

[redshitlord]

... dude what's a diaper?

And, yeah! It is! Humans do it all the time!

[knaval]

Some weird human thing.

...I don't like it.

[redshitlord]

Okay, okay... sorry I brought it up.

[Up he gets, though, brushing himself off.]

... so are we gonna talk about having a party for a whole year or are we just gonna pretend that never happened?

[knaval]

Is it something that bothers you enough to want to talk about it?

[personally, riptide could care less.]

[redshitlord]

Nah, dude.

[SHRUG]

I don't care, really. Just, y'know. Making sure you're okay.

[knaval]

Okay.

[he puts a Lorge Hand on sideswipe's back.]

Thanks. You sure you're okay?

[redshitlord]

[The hand on his back has him looking up with a softer expression. A smile.]

Yeah, dude. Promise. Maybe just some bark under my plating but, no big deal.