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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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[There's another pat on her shoulder. A squeeze. He can't do more than grip her armor tightly, so that will have to be enough.]
[While he raises an eyebrow, looking down at the offered photo. Only to feel his heart constrict a bit more.]
Ahhh... where did they find this old thing...?
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[Her tone is soft, reflective. She brings the photo back so she can look fully at it, idly running a thumb along its surface as if that alone could bring the figures back to life.] I'm wondering why they decided to give it to me. Is it a reminder, or a warning?
[She looks at it, looks at Reyes, then looks over to Reinhardt.] How did everything go so wrong?
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[Reinhardt doesn't move to hold it, or take it from her. It's enough just to see it. To know it still exists. It feels like it's still a possibility. Even if he knows it isn't.]
[Ana... Jack...]
[And then there's Reyes, and his eye skims over the man as if he weren't even there.]
If I knew... I would never have allowed it to happen.
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[After her mother had blocked her from joining, after she had joined the army, she was increasingly disconnected from the organization and the internal drama. The last time she had really seen any of them had been for funerals and memorial services. She takes one last second to look over it, to look at her mother, and then she stows it away.]
I feel like I've had a lot of reminders, lately.
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[It's said regretfully. Like a lot of what Reinhardt has to say on Overwatch, these days. It's one big pile of Regrets. Things they all should have done better. Been better at.]
[He looks down again, as she puts the photo away. Reaching out to cover her hand with one of his own.]
... I miss her, too.
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I'm still angry, Reinhardt. I don't want to be, but ... she trained me for a life she wouldn't let me have, and I don't know why.
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[There's no reason not to be honest with her. Or make up false platitudes to make her feel better. She'd see through it anyway.]
Only that I assume she wished to keep you out of a growing mess.
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Did you know ... that Reaper, is Reyes? [It's a careful delivery; she knows the weight of this truth, but the question she has behind it meant she had to broach this subject.]
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[He says it heavily. None of the optimism or lightness usually in his words present. Like the life drained out of him, knowing it.]
[Dealing with it.]
If I see him. I will not be gentle with him. [He hesitates a bit, before he adds, more quietly.] I am sorry.
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There is nothing to be sorry about, he brought it down on himself.
[Soft, but firm. She still had nights where she woke up, heading his rasp, feeling a ghost of his claws on her neck. Reinhardt doesn't need to know that much.]
It makes me wonder, though ... [She almost didn't want to ask, because she didn't think she climbed best to think of Jack as some heartless demon. But, if the possibility were there? She wanted to be prepared.] ... do you think this means there's a chance Jack could be alive?
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[And so he will hurt for it. If nothing else, Reinhardt will make sure of it. It's nothing less than what Reyes deserves for betraying them. For all the deaths he'd caused.]
[For everything and everyone that suffered because of him.]
We buried him. [No, he can't think that way. That Jack would have survived and... never told them. He trusted him too much for that.]
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You are right. I am sorry to bring it up. I guess, having everyone here, I miss the old family.
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[Once more, his hand drops to her shoulder. He can't squeeze through armor, but the weight is there. Steady. Sure.]
... and I feel the same.
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