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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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Her expertise doesn't surprise Venom. After all, her field experience would put her face-to-face with a myriad of catastrophic injuries, and her discretion is noted as another way in which she shows her professionalism.
'If you would ever like to speak about it' is a gentle statement of patience and faith. He understands it for what it is, which is why he dispenses with his pretenses. ]
...They're nothing notable. Common symptoms of phantom pain. [ He's sure he doesn't have to explain, so he doesn't. ] I won't need a steady supply of pain suppressants, but...
[ His lips work, as if it's difficult to finish the sentence. ] ...if you can find a way to make it taste decent, I'll give it a try.
[ There we go. A little on the cynical side, but he means it gently. ]
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The fact that his reply comes so easily (and so quickly) is a pleasant enough surprise and she perks just the slightest bit physically in response— the twitch as she stands a little more upright, the easing of her shoulders. The mere pleasure of having someone to help has her relaxing into a familiar state of mind and her body follows; it's as simple as that. Let it never be said that Angela was high-maintenance. ]
Phantom pain, of course— how frequent, and how bad? [ She'll wait for him to find his words, as she always does. ] Despite the name, you don't actually need pain suppressants. It's a neural response to your body's processing of the severed nerves. Your brain no longer receives the input, so it registers as "something's wrong". The mind's response to "something's wrong" is to create "pain" to draw attention to the problem area, and projects where it knew those nerves to lead. While that may sound tricky to treat, really, it's a nervous system issue and remains entirely within your body.
And there are a few different things we can try to soothe damaged nerves like anti-convulsants; I'll give them to you in pill form rather than try to mix a liquid into your cigar here, if that's all right with you. The dosages will be better controlled then, and it won't leave a bad taste.
The best of both worlds, right?
[ The smile that slips out is full of warmth and a quiet appreciation for his willingness to confide in her. It's no easy feat to speak of one's weaknesses and she hadn't expected him to reply any time soon, but she is glad that he has chosen to rely her. While there's no way he could know it, Angela takes pride and values the trust given to her by each and every person that passes through her care. It takes courage to place the entirety of your well-being in someone else's hands and a fair level of blind faith in their abilities. She will always, always cherish that fact and never take advantage of it, and that thankfulness shows. ]
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—and he jerks back to reality, because he finds himself projecting images from the past onto a situation in the present. A memory that he'd lost ages ago, rendered in double.
Angela smiles at him and she is so sincere, so willing to understand his troubles, that he finds himself almost warning her away from it. Where is this going to leave her, in the long run?
He shelves that thought. It feels too much like he's making it personal (he is). ]
Not frequent. Nothing I can't handle. [ That's honesty, and not posturing. The severity of his condition isn't something he's thought about at great length; it's never hindered his performance, and more often than not, it's an issue in times of peace. Which, incidentally, were infrequent.
He tucks his new cigar into one of his pockets, and meets Angela's smile. Her trust radiates from her, and he, in turn, shows his respect with a softening of his features and a light nod. ]
I won't need them right away, so don't trip over yourself to find the right medication.
[ Gravity hasn't exactly been kind to Angela, in Venom's expert opinion. ]
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There's a small quirk of a smile waiting for him, questioning, but he picks up the conversation again and she listens to his answer, withdrawing her hand. ]
I'm glad to hear it. Still, if it ever flares up or you'd ever like to do a proper exam, you need only let me know. Next time I'm bored I'll see what I can work up for you, all right?
[ It is an honest answer; that she knows. Another thing Angela prides herself on is her uncanny ability to know when "patients" are lying because all too often she had stubborn men whose adrenaline was still up, fighting to go back in the field. Nevermind their bodies were about to go into shock from third degree burns in explosions or they were shot through the leg or just about anything else. His cigar finds a good home in his pocket and she takes a moment to study the way his expression softens, the faintest way the crinkles at the corner of his eye deepen into something less severe. ]
I'll probably have something ready for you tomorrow either way, if you wanted to stop by. We'll try a couple weeks on one idea and see if it works. If not, we'll try the next.
[ THERE U GO AGAIN WITH THAT ANGEL SHIT. ]
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The contact helped, however incrementally. Saying so would address his momentary lapse, so he doesn't. ]
Sounds like you’ve got it figured out, Doctor.
[ Her diagnosis, what she can do for him, the whole shebang. It would be pointless for him to contest her decision or prolong it (again, being a medic is often a thankless job), so there’s no debate; just the sound of his feet hitting the linoleum as he turns. ]
I’ll stop by tomorrow. I know where to find you.
[ BUT YOU KNOW WHAT let’s not be rude as fuck ] …Thanks. Appreciate it.
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I have an inkling, already, yes. That sounds great.
[ His thanks comes a little unexpected as he walks away, so she's all the more surprised and delighted when she brightens and sees him off with the widening of her smile. ]
You're very welcome, Ahab. You take care of yourself, and I'll see you tomorrow.
[ Now to go find Jesse to deliver her other gift. ]