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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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[ This much is said with a careful kindness Obi-Wan hasn't bothered with in a long time. His hand rests on Skywalker's shoulder and he squeezes gently. ]
A year has passed since the ship crashed.
[ Drifting away gently, he grabs up the chair and takes a seat nearby Anakin, tapping at his MID until he can show off the date and time. ]
See for yourself. I've already confirmed it...
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Force, please let it be a joke.
And while you're at it, please let Obi-Wan have discovered a sense of humour.
Despite the exhaustion, how much the light hurts, and how his head feels like it's been shoved under water, Anakin can also feel his heart skip a full beat. He pulls up slowly to peer at Obi-Wan's MID, and it skips another.
The Force is the only one that could possibly find amusement in this at all.
Anakin's jaw drops for a moment, before tired eyes casually rise to find Obi-Wan's.]
...A year. I just--I just had sex for a year. Straight?
[On the other hand...he's hard pressed to find a negative when put like this.]
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That's certainly one possibility.
[ His stern expression sits firm for a moment before Kenobi crosses his arms and tries to smooth out his ruffled feathers. ]
It's a wonder you can walk.
[ See? He's totally got a sense of humor. ]
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I can walk. Just too busy dying.
[The medication is working, thank the stars, but it's far too slow, and, as he suspects, too temporary. The room is still rocking back and forth, and not even the idea that he's once again scandalized his best friend can keep his attention off of it for long. He sounds marginally indignant, a whine that loses most of its effect when muffled by faceplanting into the bed.
It's enough of a distraction, in fact, that a full moment passes, before his head snaps back up, much to his vocal regret.]
Wait, are you alright?
[If it's been a year, does that mean it'd really taken that long to get that damned thing out of his head?]
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[ It's said with such flippancy that Obi-Wan even surprises himself. It hasn't escaped his attention that Anakin's unspoken intentions are exactly correct. For a year he'd taken on that monster of a woman, and the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that even under the cushioning guidance of the Force, he's tired as ever. ]
Make sure you drink up. [ And then, slightly scolding, he goes on. ] And rest. None of that could have been any good for you in large amounts.