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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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Maybe she could talk Tali into sharing some of her "fandom headcanon", this time. Whatever that was.
But before she can even comment on that, Tali has launched herself into an explanation of how she's planning to christen herself with the name of the main Turian character of the film.
It's too much. Nodding at Tali, hoping her face is showing kind, understanding listening rather than trying not to cry laughing, she reaches for Tali's cup, and gets half way through pouring before a small chuckle erupts. Falling silent again, she manages to finish, handing the glass over before another explosive giggle forces its way out. Pursing her lips, she composes herself as if that did not just happen.]
I'd love to watch Fleet and Flotilla with you, Tali. [IT'S MORE NECESSARY THAN EVER]
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You'll understand when I show you the vid. [Completely unaware that she herself has already forced Shepard to sit through it.]
That's not even why I want the name, anyway. It's more about Niko's name. We're... [She gestures with the cup vaguely.] We're family. We're a clan, our own clan. I want to show that somehow. But he can't just name a ship after himself, and we're the only ones who know where that name really comes from you - and you now.
[You awful person.]
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I'm sure I will. [Girl's night take two? Although realistically, she'd watch anything with Tali. What were best friends for, if not for sharing
garbageromcoms?]But I do understand what you're going for — you two have been together for a while, and through a lot. I think it's pretty natural to want to express what you, what both of you have, in a in a physical manifestation of that — whatever form it takes.
[There's a sly look, and then a wink. Consider your union blessed.]
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[It's good to have one of her friends get it - to be able to talk to someone about them. If she talked about Niko every single time he came to mind - a conversation reminds her of him, or of something he's told her - she'd probably sound like a broken record. But with a close friend? It feels OK.
She's starting to feel distinctly tired now, feet a little sore, but when Shepard winks at her, she grins back mischievously.] Physical manifestations? Is that what you call it? Maybe you need to get out a little more, Shepard.
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I can be crass.
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Don't worry, I promise I won't faint if I hear anything vulgar.
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I only ask that you don't regale me what may or may not have manifested on the roof of my artillery tank.