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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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[She takes another drink before continuing, looking over her glass at Miller inspecting his.]
Intel collection never stops. Hell, what if we're all suddenly sucked back through the Ingress, and some of us remember what happened? Keeping that kind of information kicking around in your head is going to be useful, no matter where you end up.
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[A lot of bad, mostly. A lot of guilt, so he can take care of that. Funny, it feels like he's not been thinking about that. So he shifts back, thinking about that old acoustic relic.]
My guitar is much better than my singing. I think that was the worst part of having lost my arm. Getting one that allowed me to play it again...
[Still, the look lingers. And this is the first bad drink he's had since coming in here.]
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On the other hand, he's still looking at his drink intently. The antidote had to be taking effect.]
Everything okay?
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[He stares out for half a second, concerned abruptly with a few things he'd been saying that weren't about work, and then looks back down.]
No, I have prosthetics. Two of them. Fake arm. Fake leg. Lost them both in combat.
[He pulls off his right glove with his teeth so he doesn't have to put down his wine. The hand he reveals is half transparent, the arm itself he got aboard the ship.] It's meant to replicate and mirror my left hand. [He's starting to feel the throb of those phantom pains. Right down to the bone.]
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I'm sorry to hear it. Does it cause you any trouble? [Because if it does, she hasn't seen it — he's on top of everything.]
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[He rolls his shoulder, the one that's capped by the start of his prosthetic that covers a stumped arm. Truth is it's starting to hurt a little more. Maybe it's less that it's hurting more, and more that he's paying attention.]
[The next drink of wine is met with a sort of unhappy look, and he sets it down to rub above it like he has to loosen a kink there.]
It took a lot to convince me to even get limb replacements. [Followed by a grunt. Whatever spell he's been under, it's obviously starting to wear off. And the real world is dragging him violently back.]
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Talk to me — how are you feeling? How can I help?
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[God, and he feels a little sick, like he ate something too sweet.]
There's something wrong.
[He can vaguely remember Nate saying there was something wrong. He'd hoped that it wasn't true, desperately hoped. He was cautious enough to ask him to take some samples of local things, but he wanted it proven things were alright.] Hell... he was right, wasn't he?
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He was.
If you're feeling pain, or sick, or any other symptoms, it's a part of the drug's effects slowly being cancelled out. I'm sorry I wasn't completely honest, but I'm willing to bet your free will is worth it to you.
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[The question is a breathy grunt, but only mildly angry. More disappointment. Ah, yes. Of course this couldn't be genuine. Of course.]
[His free will had almost been easy to give up, just for happiness. He still should be careful of that.]
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[As she speaks, she pulls a chair over, proffering it to Miller.]
You, and everyone else. Nate and I were just lucky to be pulled out of it early.
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Fine.
[The tone is just exhausted, angry, dark, and he pushes past to head for the dressing area.] I want my uniform and my beret. [He's going to get out of this laughable clown costume. He needs his skin, his military self. He needs that strength.]
Do you know where they're keeping our old clothes? [The beret is important. The coat. He just can't get something new.]
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[Shepard watches Kaz as he stumbles past, keeping a careful eye on his movement. Others had fainted, or stood up too fast and vomited from the shock. Military or no, there was no way to predict the effect it would have on everyone.]
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[He didn't want this back. But hell if he'd just let someone have him.]
[It takes him a few good minutes, because he tries entirely too hard to make himself presentable by his own standards and his own preferences. He won't come out in a slouchy uniform. Or he does his best not to. The effort is obvious as he comes back out, unsteady still, but determined, and holds out gloved hands.]
If you have more of that, let me help give it out. [It's the only revenge he can take.]
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His request gives her pause, but only for a bare moment. She nods once, and unloops one of the larger tanks off her shoulder, passing it over to him.]
Make sure you grab some clean glasses, or wash out some used ones.
Let me know if you need any more. [GIVE EM HELL]