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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
appointment with friseur de angie
With the duvet pulled almost over her whole face J watches as the blonde nurse makes the rounds around the beds, checking up the patients and offering some weakest ones haircuts and such. Even though J hadn't seen a mirror since she left the party but she's still very aware of her dire need of a makeover. Her curly hair is awfully over grown, the white hairdye she used to have before is now almost completely faded away and turned towards more ugly grey shade, which only highlands the paleness of her skin. But the absolutely worst, at least in her mind, was the short blonde hair that had grown underneath her jaw.
So, when the nurse is about to walk pass J's bed she shoots a tired look at her, searching for an eye contact. Cutting hair had been the job that the Captains had originally given her and one she had more or less abandoned ages ago. Sure, she still had all necessary equipment for the makeover stored but it's a bit difficult to get access to any of those in her current state.]
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J seemed to be rather unique in her ailments (or lack thereof, now) and Angela remembers catching glimpses of her here and there when she passed through the bar to the corner with the espresso machine. She remembers hearing about the persistent headache, so she's already swinging by with another dose of acetaminophen in her pocket when she sees her trying to make eye contact. Angie veers right over to her and reaches in for the pills to offer up with a little smile, helping herself to a seat on the edge of her bed. ]
Miss J, how are you feeling, dear? I brought you some more aspirin.
[ She doesn't have to speak if it's hurting her throat; Angie picks up signals wonderfully. ]
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She answers to her inquiry with a soft murmur as she slowly, with a little hesitation in her body language, shifts her position so that she's sitting on the bed, back leaning against the end of the bed. She pushes the long hair away from her face, carefully minding her long nails, and then extends her hand out towards the other woman as in asking for the medicine. ]
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Once J's upright, Angela's dropping the pills into her offered hand and she scoops the water off the side table to give her the glass as well, taking in her body and condition while she takes the dose. The facial hair is faint in the first place and really about the only thing she sees to note; the rest (the long hair, long nails) don't even strike her as something that may need help. Angela's from 2076. There's bigger things in the future to worry about like robots marrying people and wanting to lead independent lives, international peace organizations falling apart, wars breaking out all over the place, yada yada. If J were to gesture to any of it, though, Angie will take the cues easily. ]
Was there anything else I could get you? Have you been comfortable?
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She pauses for a second and purses her lips together thoughtfully as she looks the other woman up and down. While she can't help her condition medically there's still something else she could do for her. Hesitantly, she parts her lips, gives them a quick lick and reaches to tug one of her curly hair strands.]
You still cut hair? [She asks slowly, her voice quiet and hoarse.]
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Nanites only went so far, honestly— "miraculous healing" she may be capable of, but it was entirely physical. Tissue damage and bruising and bacteria. All that could be done for J at this point was wait for the chemical imbalances to settle and keep her hydrated and as comfortable as possible.
The prompt of a gently-used voice has Angela reaching up to card careful fingers through the gold curls as well, a soothing little gesture as she gets a feel for it, modestly trimmed yet tidy nails dragging over her scalp. Most of what Angela had been used to was military crew cuts and trims, and curly hair was new to her, but she's confident. ]
I can, if you'd be willing to take the risk with me; I'm no professional, but a basic trim of your existing style would be just fine. I can bring a basin over and wash your hair as well if you'd like; it would feel nice at the very least. [ And then, softer, gentler: ] I have a razor as well.
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[She mumbles as a sign of blessing. J hadn't had much experience with cutting hair when she had first been assigned to as ship's official makeup slash hairstyle artist and she had pretty much just gone for it, learned while working. And it really is more or less as she said: her hair's condition was terrible and badly in need of a trim. The hair was overgrown from its original cut, the curls tangled together into bad knots. On top of everything the hairdye she had used before was now mostly faded and started to resemble more grey than white, making her head to look like a messy old mop.
The gentle touch of her fingertips on her scalp feels soothing and comforting and J really has to stop herself from flinching away from it when he mentions the razors. A flare of embarrassment hits her, burning up her cheeks and turning them into red. Taking care of her outer appearance has always been important to her and not being able to do something as simple as keep her hair growth in control herself, having to ask someone else do it for her was almost humiliating. But her hands were still shaky enough that she wouldn't trust herself with a pair of scissors let alone a razor.
Twirling the curl around her finger nervously, she gives her a quick nod.]
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The flush of color in her cheeks makes it clear enough that she'd been embarrassed with Angela's mention, but the eventual nod and nervous twist of her hair about a slender finger has her stroking a hand through her hair again and smiling. ]
I'll go get things ready, then. Shall I bring a hot basin of water to wash up with while I check on the other patients and gather my tools? I'm sure you'll feel a lot better.
closing tag?
She allows the older woman to stroke her hair, relaxing a bit and letting her tensed up shoulders drop. It feels nice to be caressed like this. But there's still something very eerie about all of this. In her life she's had lot of people pet and kiss her hair but all of them have been men and the nature of their touch have always been so different from this. There was something awfully familiar yet unknown about this pampering and comfort.]
Sure. [Is all she says. An approval to all of her suggestions.]