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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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It's a big open space, where stuff is stored. People ignore the "where stuff is stored" part.
Just pay attention to the big open space.
[He raises his shoulders.] But someone else can mess with it now.
What is your job, by the way? Probably something better than punching robots I hope.
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[He shakes his head. The state of the world is so sad. Tsk tsk.]
[Only to lift a hand, thoughtfully threading his fingers through his beard.]
They have me doing the cleaning. I think it's funny!
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[He does say "so far". Bruce Banner is a perfectly companionable individual and Niko is well aware of the hellstorm he carries around in his back pocket. Though he's not aware that has been fixed, for the most part.]
Mind if I have a seat? [He doesn't really know where though. He's one of those guys that can rarely find an appropriate place for themselves..]
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[He means that, too. It really would be terrible to make decent people afraid of him. He's here to protect people -- not frighten them all.]
Of course! I will be here for a while, putting things in order.
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I mean, look at me, you see this face? [He gestures at himself as he finds a place to sit. Then settles with a lazy lean forward, elbows on his knees] I look like I am mad all of the time. But the truth is, it is more like mad about once in a while. [And oh boy, can he get mad. But recently, there's not been much reason to.]
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[Reinhardt is probably the exact opposite of a fuck. He just cares too much.]
[He nods though. Yes, he could see that. It sort of reminds him of a friend, back home. Except...] I know someone who is the same. But he is usually always mad!
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[He appreciates the vote of confidence that he's likely not a bad person. He knows that he can be a nightmare of a human being, but at the same time, he tries to be nice to people that seem to deserve it. (Unless he's paid dramatically in some highly necessary way to be otherwise.)]
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[And then Reinhardt laughs. Because truly, that was a hilarious joke. Sorry Torb, buddy.]
A good man, and a strong arm to have at your back.
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Well, was. He is back on Earth, and I'm not planning to go back. Everything I got is out here now.
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[Another one of those big, booming laughs of Reinhardt's. They're more or less his default.]
No? Nothing left on Earth at all?
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[As for Earth, he leans forward, folds his hands over his knees.]
I got things back on my Earth that can take care of themselves now. And I got a lot of baggage they don't need. So I left enough money for them and now I am here.
I guess until I go somewhere else. [He makes an open palmed gesture.]
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From what you say, it sounds as if you are one of the lucky ones. All your business taken care of.
Most I speak to would envy you.
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[Again he brings his hands together. Twiddles his thumbs. Tying up those loose ends had come with a heavy, heavy price. He'd have rather remained in debt.]
[But rather than think too much on that, he changes tracks.]
So you got anyone else back home? A lady or somebody? Or a guy I guess.
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[By laughing, heartily.]
I have a good friend traveling with me. And that is enough.