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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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But the her other blunt and straightforward comment is much more difficult to process.]
So. What are you feeling bad about now?
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That I didn't wake up faster.
[It's a shockingly honest comment, and perhaps not along the vein J might have expected. A personal failing, tumbling out to her younger friend.]
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And now you visit everyone's sickbed because you think you've failed. Does it make you feel better about yourself? [She's being more mean than she should and she knows it. But her head and throat hurts, her body is still fighting to get the drugs out of her system. And then there's the emotional drop that she didn't want to deal with. So she doesn't exactly care whether she's lashing out on Shepard even though doesn't deserve any of it.]
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No. I don't think there's anything I could have done better, in this situation.
[She exhales gently, running her knuckles over her lips, considering it.] But you asked, so I answered honestly. Nothing to lose from it. [There's a pause, and the corner of her lip quirks upwards.]
So — all out of your system, or do you have anything else you want to yell at me about?
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[She huffs, expression getting more sour and defensive. She's not sure if she can even yell at the moment when even talking brought difficulties to her. She just wants to know why she's here. Why would she come to see her if it's not about making herself feel better about something, just like back after she had been brought back from the death]
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[She pops another slice of fruit into her mouth, content to let the silence fall around them, when she catches J's expression, her eyes on her. Completely lucid to the real reason for her companion's look, she wiggles the fruit plate again, instead.]
It's pretty good. Lots of vitamins. [beat;] Probably.
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No thanks. Got all I need right here.
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[She lapses into silence, scrolling through something on a datapad on her lap, occasionally typing out communications, or taking a swig from a bottle of water by her side.]
What's your favorite flower?
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The silence that falls between them can only be described as awkward. Despite having her voice back J is in everything but in a chatty mood and she's still not sure just what is the purpose of Shepard's visit if it's not about the bar or trying to find atonement for her mistakes. Surely she has better things to do than watch her in such grumpy and miserable state.
The question comes to her as surprise though.]
I like red flowers. Like roses and such. [pause.] Why?
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Love. Or just beauty, if it's a rose. Sounds like a pretty "you" choice.
[There's a beat, and then a bemused look.]
A red clover means industry, though. Flowers. [Shepard shrugs, issuing J a half-smile.] Go figure.
But to answer your question, figured I'd try and pick up some kind of plant for--[She gestures her hand vaguely around the room.]--this. Hospital wards are pretty sparse — worst place to recover, in my opinion.
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Or are you reading that shit from your computer? Anyway, too bad we just left a planet. Gotta deal with what you can find from the garden.
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Guilty as charged. Anyway, the garden's not so bad. People have really been taking care of it. Fruit trees for days, too.
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Yeah, but with our luck everything is rotten. Everyone was too busy partying for a year to look after the flowers. [Isn't she just the ray of sunshine??]
What for you're playing such a humanitarian?
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[It's not so much that there's an edge to her voice, as a rock-solid cliff of belief. A humanitarian? As far as her own galaxy went, Shep might well be the humanitarian. Her aura is confident, but not aggressive.
Flipping the pad back around, she futzes with it for a minute, tapping a few things, then looks up.]
Looks like the gardens were on automated cycle for the year — plus the people who didn't go to the party were in and out of there. We're looking at more citrus simulacrums than we can carry.
Might make for some good cocktails.
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There's only a hum from her as a reply to the garden and fruits. But once the cocktails are mentioned her expression grows more thoughtful. ]
I made a deal with head of the kitchen. [she says eventually] He provides us some fruits already.
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Anything else you want me to check in on? I probably need to head out, in a bit.
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Turning her head she watches as Shepard stands up. She takes a quick moment to think her last question, weighting the options in her mind before she speaks again almost hesitantly:]
Do you know where's Rinzler?
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Need him for something?
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No, it's nothing.
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I'll keep an eye out for him.