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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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As is Frisk admitting that they haven't seen Alphys. It's not as if he needed a confirmation when he asked that, but all the same, that just made it real. Mettaton was tired of this happening. Who would leave next? Who could the Ingress pull away from him now?
And what was the point of having bonds, if the only thing they were good for was being severed?
"No one attacked me," he finally said, tearing away from his thoughts. "Have you ever s-seen a robot without a year of maintenance?"
The Cybertronians probably weren't this pathetic. Mettaton was different though. He needed care. He couldn't just...run an entire year without a tune-up.
"And now, I don't have a friend to f-fix me this time."
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Something passes over Frisk's face--incomprehension, blank confusion...they understand, but they don't at the same time. What changed? Something had to have...to have happened to make him like this, right? Things don't just...change, anymore.
Right?
They don't know what to do. They can't fix this, and they can't think of anyone who knows well enough how Mettaton works to help him. Maybe Sans, but...he's hardly an option, right now, especially with how he's been.
Frisk's hands clench up in the fabric of their dress (still wearing it, even though it's ragged and dirty and terribly itchy) and they bow their head, their shoulders starting to shake with silent tears. Their breath hitches, and they raise one hand to start signing the same thing over and over.
I'm sorry.
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"Please...Frisk, it isn't your fault," he says quietly, and this time he forces his words to come out without a stammer through sheer will. It'll probably be the only time. "You are the person who is l-l-least to blame for any of this."
He wants to hug the small human, but his arms aren't quite as springy or stretchy as they used to be. It's...frustrating.
"Let's go onto the Moira. It'll be b-better. A-and you need a change of clothes anyway, let's see if w-we cannot find you so-something more suitable. Yes?"
He's upset. But he's put Frisk through plenty enough. So he puts on a small smile and tries to put them first.
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It's all getting too confusing. If Chara was here, they could know, they would know when it went back. They'd both promised, they'd promised to fix everything, they'd promised--
Tears start to spill out, and Frisk can't seem to make them stop. They fall to their knees, and their sobs are so very, very quiet as they lean against the robot, wrap their arms around him and cling tightly. He had never been the type to comfort often, but right now--they need someone, and he's the only one here.
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Knowing Frisk, it would only make things worse. They always seem to feel as if they were in control of everything, or should be.
But there would never be control. Especially not here.
So Mettaton does the best he can. He hugs Frisk, and hopes that his higher body temperature would provide a comfort; something good came of his malfunction after all, huh?