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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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"I'll be all right." He rolls his shoulders, trying to keep from going stiff. After all this time he ought to be well-rested, but he isn't.
"You been here the whole time?" If she was lucky, she won't have made it to the party. He can't remember seeing her, but that doesn't mean much.
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"Long enough, I guess. Since before," she says and turns to gesture toward where the party had been. She shrugs, folding her hands back in her lap. "So, yeah."
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"They say it's been longer than I thought."
Uneasy, he's not sure if he ought to believe it. But what gain would there be from lying about that?
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"A year. That's what they're sayin'. A whole damn year."
It's scary, to think they've spent so much time without knowing it. It's confusing, makes her feel lost and left grasping for straws. In some ways, she doesn't want to think about it.
"Don't seem real."
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"Guess it don't make much difference, out here."
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Another year that none of the other boys had shown up, another year that they'd been dead. That had to matter, even if she didn't remember any of it.
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"Might not be so bad," he reasons. "This far away... Time gets funny, places like this."
He shrugs. "Ain't in a hurry. I don't like..." How to put it? Talking too much about the party they left behind makes him uneasy. "Not knowin'."
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The rest, however, she can agree with. She nods slowly. "Who knows what really happened? We're gonna end up findin' out they made us do somethin' awful durin' all this. You can count on that."
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"People come here from all times 'n places, I figure it don't matter how long it takes gettin' back, won't be that long we been gone."
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Going home might mean loosing Kobra, after all. Until she can find a way to keep that from happening, her best hope was to stay on the ship and wait for the others to come. It's what makes the lost year painful. Each moment that passes without them showing up made it harder to believe she would ever see her boys again.
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When it comes to it he's got the luxury of not caring about getting home. Experience tells him he probably won't be missed in his absence. But if they could bring people here...
"They ever get that machine workin', it'd probably work both ways," he ventures.