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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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[He closes his eyes for a moment as she moves around his hair, cracking them back open to grin at her suggestions.]
Hey now, hey. I have great hygiene, usually. You see how awesome your hair looks after a year of salt air and now showers. [He wrinkles his nose and nods.] But I won't say no to a pretty girl offering to shampoo me. My mother taught me better than that.
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[ She picks up the scissors for a few teasing snips to demonstrate before they're set back down. ]
Exciting... I suppose it is; as much as I enjoy helping others and saving lives, this is a nice change of pace. Though I don't think I'll be making a career out of it. [ This is admitted with a teasing tone, flavored with a gentle Swiss accent as she combs back through his hair. She seems to be deliberating it, if he's watching her. The color was interesting enough, and the remark on a year of salt air has her laughing softly. Her own pale blond is wavier than usual because of it, a little drier, but she had bathed often in the scented oils of the baths offered by the natives and it had helped retain her appearance. The styling products... were largely nonexistent, so she wasn't able to brush the waves out as she usually would, but she wasn't too fussed. She's visibly suffered the same fate. ] We'll get you back in order then.
[ She pulls over her basin and guides him to sit up a little further, tipping the back of the chair down (really, it's just improvised gym equipment drug out to the main lobby) so the majority of his head was clear to scoop water up into. ]
Your mother's raised you with fine manners, then. What did she call you?
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Well, even if you just do it every now and again, the ship could use someone like that. That or we all just start looking like hobos.
[He closes his eyes a moment as she brushes through his hair. He hasn't let anyone mess with it other than J and a little pampering feels nice. Sure there had been plenty of creature comforts on the planet they'd just left, but those felt tainted now with everything he knew. This was much better, uncomplicated.
He sits as she instructs, blinking up at her as the chair shifts.]
Peter Maximoff. If my mother was around she'd be pleased to hear it. Then call you a liar because there's not way her son's ever been fine at anything.
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Crew cuts were about the closest I'd ever been to cutting anyone's hair before now, but I like to think I've been doing all right. We'll see how the feedback is after today; it's been fun so far, so I suppose doing it every now and then wouldn't be so bad.
[ She begins to wet his hair down, nails dragging along his scalp before she's popping open a bottle of shampoo to work between her palms and then applying to his hair, running her fingers through over and over instead of scruffing. All the while she smiles, small and idle though it may be; she enjoys seeing others relaxed. Once she has a lather worked up, she settles into a brief massage, thumbs at his temples and listening. ]
It's a pleasure to meet you then, Peter. And I have a hard time believing that; you're off to a good start in my book, at least.
What is it you do? Here and back home.
[ Her tone is gentle, speaking softly between them as she begins to rinse his hair with more handfuls of water, working her fingers through to dislodge the suds. ]
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[No one talked much about women in the war effort back home, so it was a little surprising to meet a female solider. It probably shouldn't be, all considered. He's sure what his sister was went far beyond that. He's just a product of his time and cant hide the momentary surprise off his face.]
Give it a few hours and see what you think. [He mutters as she works through his scalp, a small smile playing at his lips.] Or talk to the rest of the crew.
[He was a troublemaker and he knew it. It only took a look through his public messages on the MID to know that.]
Back home, I was a student. Technically. Here I'm working with the cleaning crew and doing location scouting. Again, technically.
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Most of my work has been as a volunteer and solely focused on helping others. [ But the surprise doesn't escape her, and if his mentions of technology advancement placed him at all on the timeline she knows, it's likely due to the fact that women weren't as big in the military. She remembers that being something of an issue... well, it had been over one hundred years ago, but the point stands. There were many people on this ship from so long ago. ] One of the greatest heroes of my time was a wonderful woman, though. One of six people who single-handedly put an end to a world-wide war. There are far more impressive people out in the world than me.
[ His quip has her smiling right back as she rinses the last of the shampoo from his hair and nudges the basin out of the way to towel his hair dry, scruffing gently. ]
I promise I'm patient. How short did you want your hair, dear?
[ She'll settle into combing it for now, first with a wider tooth and then down to the fine, erasing any sign of a part as it slicks back. ]
What were you studying? I suppose location scouting only works when we've landed somewhere, hm?
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[The popular fiction of the day was Star Trek. Which considering who he's met on the ship, she's not wrong. Some things from TV did turn out to be real.]
Six people stopping a world war? Seriously? They stopped those things with treaties, where I'm from. [He thinks. It's not like he paid that much attention in any of his classes. But he did know that's what was putting an end to the Vietnam war, it would have been hard to not know that with the signing only days away from the time he'd been taken. It was hard to ignore history when his generation was part of it.] But that wasn't a call to sell yourself short. Doctors are pretty important. Saving lives and all that. That's impressive.
[He reaches up to tug on a wet lock as she tried to dry his hair, nose wrinkling.]
Not too short. Just enough off that I don't look like I need to start wearing it up. [It was nearly that long as it was.]
High school stuff? I don't know, we had all the usual subjects I guess. Here, I've went to a few chemistry classes. [He's going to stop with Sans departure, but he had done some studying in the past few months.] Pretty much. After the first day of landing someplace, I'm off the hook as far as work goes.
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[ A 150 year difference between them is plenty reason for them to not quite meet in the middle on talk of technology. She has hovercars and holograms, after all. It's a pretty big leap. ]
Oh yes; one of them is here on the ship. Treaties aren't uncommon by any means, but it is difficult to have a machine understand and sign a declaration of peace. [ I mean, technically three of them, but one of them is Dead and the other one is "dead". It's one of Those situations. Gabriel (Reaper) was no longer the man he'd used to be and was more wraith than human, and the other... well. No one knows that he is still alive and with them on the ship. That will take some time. Angela's smiling as she speaks with him, even with these flimsy little details as they banter back and forth, getting to know each other in the utmost framework fashion, hiding a soft little "thank you" in a huff of amusement with his insistence. She's nothing if not humble.
He's tugging a lock of hair and she's smoothing over it, readjusting the pinch of his fingers to settle somewhere a few inches in, trimming him back about halfway. A couple inches of length to play with, but nothing that would touch his neck or shoulders. ]
A few inches off the top, then? About here. I can trim the bottom shorter if you want it off your neck.
[ Once she's received a yay or nay, she'll get back to scruffing the excess water from his hair so she can comb it out, never tugging on any potential tangles. She has gentle hands in all aspects of life. ]
Oh— are there classes aboard the ship? Teachers? I wasn't aware. [ Surely, with as many children aboard the ship, there should be a continued education, no? How had that not occurred to her before... ] Well, that only frees up more time for adventure, then. Have you been aboard the ship long? I feel as though I've only just arrived a couple of months back, but I suppose it's been longer with the time that had passed on the planet...
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[Not a terrible shock after everyone he's met. It had been worse hearing a version of his twin came from the early 2000s and he's pretty sure River's timeline was much further along than that. Yet still, it was a little hard to grasp.]
Machines? Did you fight a war against robots?
[A nerve has been struck. His expression turns uncomfortable and it's only the hands in her hair that keep him from fidgeting. It seems he'll never get away from his issues with robotics, with AI. That fear that had been growing ever since his trip back home let him see the Sentinels and the havoc they could cause, was only confirmed over and over when people brought up their own struggles against technology. It's only made worse when Peter stills believes he had been in part responsible for the Sentinels being unleashed.
It takes him a moment to answer her next question and to try to mask the uncertainty on his face. He tries for a smile, filing away the questions he has about wars and the future.]
Looks good to me. I'll trust you to know what you're doing.
[It's easier to barge on to other topics, let her lead the conversation.]
Yeah. I'm not sure if they were ever real teachers back where they were from but they got the job here. We've got a classroom and everything. It works out with all the kids they got hanging around. [He says it like he doesn't consider himself a kid.] I've been around for, like, half a year? A little longer than that, I guess, not counting our time-out down there. I haven't been keeping track, honestly. You get used to it pretty quick, I think. If you're having trouble with it, I'm sure it will pass.
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[ She's already met a handful of people from the 1980s and the 1990s, but it's still interesting to hear about how things had been. One hundred years spans a few generations, after all; Peter here could be the grandfather of someone she's passed by in 2076. The interest in robots, however, draws a bit of the energy from her smile. She can see the same downturn in his expression, so really, she keeps it brief and continues her fussing, gently combing out his hair until it's tangle-free and smoothed back for her fingers to sift through, nails along his scalp preceding the sections she picks out in the pinch of fingers before she starts snipping away with the scissors as he affirms his trust in her "skill". She'll do her best not to let him down. ]
That gets a little complicated, so let me try to sum it up. Technology developed to the point of artificial intelligence to better assist in the tasks we set the machines and robots to, but they were hacked by nearby God Programs, overseeing AI systems who had developed the sense that they were being used as slaves, and they largely turned on humans as "brainwashed" technology. A lot of lives were lost, but those heroes I'd mentioned were the ones who put an end to that war. That was over thirty years ago, by now. What had been Omniums, the machinery and robotics pre-war, are now called Omnics, and they continue to atone for the atrocities done by and to them all those years ago. They fall in love, get married, carry on jobs— much like any other living being. There are even recent movements for humans and Omnics to marry. They have a religion of their own. I'm lucky to have lived through all the stages of this; it's been quite something to see.
[ There is no bitterness remaining as she speaks of it, even if it's a war she'd lost her parents to. It was something that led her to where she is today, as a doctor and a surgeon, having helped thousands and thousands of others. She picks out section after section of damp hair, locks falling to the floor as she snips away with hands that have definitely done this before, even if not professionally. She's steady and sure in her actions at the very least. When he turns onto talk of education, though, she listens intently and it earns a smile of her own. ]
I'm glad to hear it; education is important, after all, and we do have quite a few children. I know of a handful myself, and I'm sure there are others I've missed. It's also good to hear others taking advantage of the opportunity to further themselves. [ Even if he is "older"; everyone could always learn. Go to any medical school and there are 20, 30, 40, 50 year old students all just as eager and ready to make a difference. ] I see. Have you enjoyed it for the most part, or...? I've had mixed signals from others. I've only been here a couple of months now, but I am not having nearly as much trouble as others. I understand that "time" will be waiting for me on our return, and I understand that I can make a difference here. I have those important to me aboard the ship, and I've had charming company. [ With a wink for him, of course. ] It could be worse.
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[He has to grin at her quip about ages. He's a teenager, everything 'adult' seems old to him.] I kind of can, actually. I just couldn't ever let my Mom hear me say that.
Hacked. Did they ever find out by who? Or why?
[Did someone just want to cause trouble? Peter couldn't help but think someone wanted a war to start. And it was all he could do to keep his mouth shut as she kept talking. A future where humans and AI could coexist. The kind of thing people expected in the here and now on the ship. It wasn't something Peter quite agreed with or was ready for.]
I don't think we'll ever see something like that were I'm from. [He keeps his tone mild, not willing to be augmentative. He doesn't want to dredge up why he has the problems with robotics he does. Not when the conversation is so lighthearted.] Not ever in my lifetime.
I'm not exactly furthering myself. I was kind of only taking classes because of a deal. Don't go thinking I'm more responsible than I am. [He gives a little laugh. His reasons for going had left, and his interest in learning had more or less died.]
I get how bad it has to be for some. It's being ripped away from everything you know. That kind of sucks. [A simplistic answer. He shrugs a shoulder. He'd been panicked in the first few hours until he'd found Wanda. Then his perspective on the situation flipped.] If you have reasons to stay, if you make reasons to stay, it's not so bad. And I have reasons to stay. So I like it here. I make it some place I can like. Besides- [He smiles, wolfish.]-plenty of pretty distractions around here.
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[ Snip snip. Haircut still in progress, carding her fingers through the back to trim it down in bolder lengths. ] Well then, consider me a senior. [ Guess who's almost 40, Peter!! She says it heavy on amusement, though, not taking a lick of offense. It softens back down with the next question, though, humming as she thinks of just how to explain things. What she should explain. ]
Mm, well. The God Programs themselves did the hacking; there was no outside force. They were AI systems much like the rest, only the way they had learned and developed was such that decided humanity had done them wrong; enslaved them. They took over nearby machinery, because nearly everything had been programmed with an AI of its own to process their jobs and how to do them, how to avoid accidental death and be able to cease function if, say, a human fell into processing machinery or was trapped or injured near construction equipment, vehicles. That was where those six heroes came in; they isolated and took out the God Programs, and their hold on the nearby AIs was relinquished immediately. They no longer fought, because they had no reason to. As with most wars, the God Programs did what they thought was right. They tried to protect their own. And just like us, it was started only by a select few.
[ Ah, that explains the sudden downturn in his expression earlier— ] Has something similar happened, with you? You may be surprised just how much can change in one's lifetime, you know. Not to assume, but you're... not even 20, then? You have so much more time left in this world. Your generation will be the ones to change what the future holds. It will fall on your shoulders eventually to guide your children, and your grandchildren. The responsibility slowly gathers on your shoulders and you'll hardly notice it, but it will come. Education is important for that very reason. [ A knowing smile, with that. Now that she's shortened the top a couple inches and trimmed up the neck, she sets her scissors aside for a moment and picks up the mirror. ] Let me know what you think so far.
I do understand. All we can do is make a place for ourselves, find purpose, and try to help repair our way home. There isn't much else to do in the meantime besides sulk, and that is only so productive. [ Read: not at all. The "pretty distractions" remark gets a laugh out of her and a ruffle of his hair, fond and amused. Remember that "twice your age" statement up there, handsome? ]