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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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[Pretends to write down a list on her hand. Serious business and all.]
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The transportation pods and the Moira are not likely to cause nausea now that they're functioning properly. And as for your exhaustion...
[Thane can take care of that, by scooping her up into his arms without so much as a by-your-leave. Because he suspects if he asks whether she would like him to, she'll say no. But if he doesn't give her a choice, she'll just have to accept it. Then they can both get back to the ship and move on with their lives.
...As short as his is likely to be, now, thank you, humidity hell planet.
It's a good thing she doesn't weigh a whole lot. And that it's not a long walk to the ship. He really shouldn't be doing this, but. Eh. He'll live even if he has to force himself to, and she obviously needs the help.
Anyway, all that aside, he's got her in his arms and has straightened up and begun walking probably before she can even protest. What a suave asshole.]
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So what she was lying on the ground asleep! She was tired! And as for the complaining, considering everything that has happened she thinks that she's entitled to at least a little complaining and a decent amount of showboating about it.
For a few moments after he picks her up she just sputters and tries to remember what limbs to properly flail to escape his grip but not cause any injury. But her entire body seems to be weighed down by complete and utter indignation at this rather cruel turn of events.]
I don't even have words for how much you're victimizing me right now at this very moment. I don't think I deserve it. I thought we were friends. Or at least chummy acquaintances.
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We are friends, Hawke. Or am I misinterpreting the feelings behind that kiss the other night?
[Boy, he'd sure heard about the effects oral contact with drell could have on human beings, but that had been his very first encounter with the phenomena. Babysitting her through the resulting hallucinations had been An Experience.]
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[You're totally ruining her reputation here! Plus she doesn't remember most of the hallucinations except swearing that she saw Meredith watching her out of the bushes and then proceeded to throw up on said bush and waking up half asleep on a bench.]
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Hm. In that case, please allow me to apologize for any damage I may be causing to your reputation. However, I am confident that once we return to the Moira you'll be able to set it to rights again in short order.
[How is it possible for one small woman to vomit so much in such a short amount of time? Does she do this all the time, or just during shipwrecks and parties? Is she okay? Is she going to be okay? Who can say?
Also, it's a good thing they're nearly there. The only thing keeping him from stumbling and huffing for breath at this point are his decades of intense physical discipline. Thank u, Hanar Assassin School.]
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[SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN.
And also Hawke is a weak stomached invidual who is in serious denial of that character flaw. So her strategy is just to drink, get sick, and then pretend like she didn't just get sick and continue drinking. It's a very calculated strategy my friend.]
Or we could switch and I could carry you.
[She can't carry him.]
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Is that right? I must admit, I had not realized your reputation was so dangerous.
[His words could be taken as teasing, but his tone is perfectly serious. He really did have no idea.
And there's maybe less than a hundred feet left to trudge...the blissful end to this horrible nightmare is in sight...!]
I would be quite impressed if you could, to be honest. I'm quite a bit heavier than a human man whose height and build is similar to mine.
[Or, to put it another way: No, he's not putting you down yet, Hawke.]
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[But at that comment she sizes him up a little bit.]
Well, that just makes you sound even more handsome. Are you packing extra organs in there?
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[Oh Hawke, you flatterer.
That gets him to smile again, though.]
No; it's merely a matter of higher muscle density.
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[Aww Thane, you're cute when you smile.]
Well. That does sound rather dashing as well. Perhaps I'm starting to see the charm of this "swoon and get carried by a big strong person" thing.
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[Oh, Hawke.]
Oh? I thought you were averse to swooning.
[Is he teasing? Is he being serious? Who can say?]
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[She likes that it's hard to tell if he's serious or not. It makes the game more of a challenge.]
Completely adverse. But as they say, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
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[Good job problem-solving, Hawke!]
Is that what they say? I see. In that case, I'll refrain from becoming concerned unless you insist on donning a corset.
[Okay, he's definitely teasing a little bit, there. Just a little bit.]
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If I start talking about corsets and worrying about the proportions of my waist and bosom please come over and knock me on the head. Multiple times with your muscly alien arms.
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[They're nearly to the shuttle, now, thank goodness. Maintaining his usual appearance of collected, casual calm is getting tougher and tougher. The cool ocean air's brief respite has come and gone and he's right back to where he'd been upon leaving the jungle. Worse, actually, since he insisted on adding to the challenge of walking on the beach by carrying Hawke in his arms. The only reason he's not gasping for air is because he's far too disciplined to allow himself to do so, but it's still a near thing.]
And see, we're practically there. That wasn't such a terrible distance to cross after all, was it?
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Let's be honest. I didn't really do anything.
[She grips his neck a little tighter because the idea of walking kind of makes her wan to barf. But if she knew what effort he was exerting, she'd probably barf at the guilt. So it's a barf loose situation either way.]
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[It's really nice to be able to focus on something besides how difficult it is to breathe.
And...Oh...he was actually getting ready to set her on her feet, since they're nearly there, but she's hanging on tighter, so...never mind. He'll continue to carry her the rest of the way, aaaaall the way up to the little embarking area and then aaaaall the way up the little shuttle steps and into the cabin. There's still a pair of unclaimed seats side by side, so he claims them by standing in front of them and gently setting her on her feet there.]
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Well, that just happened. First time for everything. I think we really bonded. Learned a lot about each other.
[She grips his shoulder.]
Let's keep it our secret.
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Of course, if you wish it.
[Just between the two of them, and whoever else is currently on this shuttle and witnessed him carry her into it.]
And, if you wish to return to sleep, the seats here are probably more comfortable than the sand on the beach.
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[She's going to wrinkle her nose at the seat and root around beneath it.]
I'd install these things with buckets. Note to Stark. Buckets everywhere.
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[He points helpfully to one of the seat pockets in quiet emphasis.]
They're more sanitary than buckets. They can be disposed of, without having to be cleaned.
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[SHE'S JUST A LITTLE SELF CONSCIOUS OKAY. Getting motion-sick is decidedly not cool. But she's not really mad at him or anything, it's just for show and to feel better about her sorry self. She drops into the chair and pokes at the seat pocket. Yep puke receptacle indeed.]
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[Oh, good, she's sitting down, that means Thane can sit down too. So he does...Maybe a little less gracefully than he normally might, but it's either destroy the illusion of grace or start gasping for air, so moving like a mere mortal it is, for the time being.
The climate control on the shuttle is blissfully dry compared with the swampy hell they just left...maybe it'll be good enough to let him actually catch his breath, now that he's no longer carrying a sassy damsel in distress to her doom.]
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...Okay, this is dumb so she's just going sigh and slump against the seats and wonder if she can actually manage to sleep and miss the whole thing. Her eyes move over the Moira above.]
I wonder what's changed up there.
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