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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-09-19 04:07 pm

( september event log )

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!


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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.


( ooc; For questions, go here. )
cadeuces: art by <user name="chipsncookies" site="tumblr.com">, colored by <user name="chrysalid">! (and the sky is heavy)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-09-30 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ All right, that gets a laugh out of her too, if only because his rumble of a laugh was an intimate affair that likely brought color to anyone's cheeks who heard it, that wink of his the cherry on top before he offers... "constructive criticism".

Jesse, pls, she wants this to be perfect!! ]


Do you often drop your cigars and continue to smoke them?
flashbanging: and i can't deny (bad company)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-10-06 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I got a real active lifestyle, Angie, you know that.

[ He keeps puffing on the cigarillo as he talks, enjoying the heady clouds of smoke that rise over his face, that hang heavy and aromatic in the air. He's missed this feeling so badly over the last few weeks. ]

Always rollin' here and there. Don't feel right unless I got a little gravel in my mouth.
cadeuces: (we give and take)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-10-07 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
I certainly can't argue that; you're covered in so many scars, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were some sort of scoundrel.

[ Her tone drips saccharine sweetness, entirely teasing and pleased as she watches him enjoy the simple tool. It's worth the effort to see the way his shoulders relax, watching his eyes on the vapor cloud that smells of spicy tobacco. It's something she'd grown used to in her testing, trying to mimic the familiar smell that used to cling to him. It looks like she'd done a good job from the way he fills his lungs again and again. ]

Like a stone, is it. Are you going to bust out some line like "wherever I hang my hat is my home"?

[ Angie bumps against his side playfully, smiling up at him. ]

I'm glad you like it, Jesse.
flashbanging: miracles are just too damn hard to find (preacher man can't save a soul like mine)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-10-13 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, honey. I ain't no scoundrel.

[ He puffs on the e-cigarillo. ]

I prefer the term charlatan. Sounds fancy.

[ Puff, puff. ]

And I reckon home is wherever I got people, Angie.

[ He tips his hat, grinning. ]

Such as yourself. Thank you for this.
cadeuces: pixiv artist id @ 467661 (wired and I'm tired)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-10-15 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
You're certainly enough of a trickster to fit the bill; charlatan it is.

[ She'll shoot him a little wink and continue watching him as he puffs away on the cigarillo, savoring it and getting a feel for the decidedly different sensation. But he seems fond of it, tipping his hat to her and leaving her with a dainty little curtsy in reply, gracefully inclining her head. ]

It will always be an honor when you come home, then.

[ NOW YOU CAN'T GO AND SAY NICE THINGS LIKE THAT WITHOUT A HUG so she's reaching up for him come on bring it in. ]

You're so welcome. I hope it suits you well while we're here.
flashbanging: won't do me no good washing in the river (can't no preacher man save my soul)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-10-16 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's never gonna say no to a hug from his favorite lady. He bends slightly to accommodate her, pulling her close against his chest--but not too tight, as the armor isn't exactly pliant (it's warm, though). ]

You're fixin' to make me blush.

[ He exhales smoke over her head, sighing contentedly. ]

And I'm feelin' suited just fine.
cadeuces: (it's not burning out)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-10-16 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She'll make up for his gentleness by wrapping her arms about his neck, thumb brushing along his hairline at his nape as she gives him a little squeeze in return. ]

I don't know that anyone will notice under all this scruff. You're about due for a trim.

[ Teasing, of course, but as she eases back off of him she'll run her fingers over those whiskers and scritch at his jawline. She can smell the tobacco in the vapor he'd exhaled and her gladness over his contentment is visible in her expression. ]

I need to get over to start my shift at the medbay here shortly, but if you wanted to take me up on that trim, I still have all of the tools set aside. I was giving haircuts earlier.

[ It was only a quick delivery, but she wanted to make sure he understood how to use it (not that he wouldn't know where to find her easily enough otherwise), so she doesn't want to hold him up by any stretch. ]