( september event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: September 19th and on
Where: The Fixed Moons of the Runoff and the Moira.
What: Everything comes to a head.
Warnings: Nothing for now. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. )

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[cadeuces]

[ When Ahab jerks back to the present, Angela's standing in front of him with a hand on his arm, just the gentle brush of a few fingertips as she looks up at him with the faintest trace of concern in one furrowed brow. He'd gone somewhere for a moment there— she won't ask if he's all right, but she waits for him to come back from his thoughts and gives him something to ground him here in her touch if he needs it. People don't often wander mid-conversation that way.

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. ]

[alterplex]

[ He doesn't know how to mitigate Angela's concern when he comes back to it, when he becomes cognizant of the fact that she's been privy to one of his more unattractive weaknesses. He isn't ashamed— that juncture passed long ago— but he still stonewalls the issue by breaking eye contact.

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.

[cadeuces]

[ The touch at his arm flattened further into a gentle hold when he's breaking eye contact with her, but he hadn't pulled away. It isn't until he speaks and he isn't addressing it that she'd pulled back, deeming it unnecessary by that point and he's continuing the conversation. The fact that she's intimately familiar with the issue has the information right at hand for her to begin formulating treatments, and she offers a smile with her nod. ]

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. ]