thisavrou_log | ( september event log )

Who: Everyone
When: September 19th and on
Where: The Fixed Moons of the Runoff and the Moira.
What: Everything comes to a head.
Warnings: Nothing for now. Please label your content!

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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.

( ooc; For questions, go here. )

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The more the moaning and whining continues the more does J want to either throw something at the duo or then cover her ears with the pillow and pull the blanket over her head. And, oh, they can be sure that the first option does sound more tempting to her.

The rubbing motions of her fingers, however, stop when the worst offender out of the two notices her and does not only take eye contact but also smiles at her. J, in return, stares for a good few seconds in a surprise before her expression turns sour and annoyed again. Maybe it's the headache, the nausea, or the damn moodswings but there's something arrogant she doesn't like about that smile.

Then she looks at the kid next to his bed, who's fussing and comforting him the best they can. It doesn't take long before she recognizes them. It's Frisk, the kid who Sans had talked about and who she had seen collecting seashells at the beach, who also knows the Hands language. While her expression stays stern and disapproving, her eyes are not nearly as harsh when they land on Frisk. At least the kid seems to have some common sense.

You are too loud. She signs to them. Despite having her voice back she's still somewhat hesitant to actually use it too much, at least until her throat stops burning.

No one ever likes Kaworu's smile. Kaworu doesn't know what those gestures mean, but even in his wretched state, he can tell they're not for him. He looks at Frisk instead, turning his whole head to do so--it's a move he regrets, because it hurts. Like a throbbing trail following his skull when he moves it. His breath catches in surprise.

Inexplicably, this sudden influx of pain also elicits an eerie smile, but--luckily for J--no actual words.

Frisk watches J's hands flick and move, easily following the patterns. Their brows crease, and they duck their head a little further.

"'M sorry...um--" They sense more than hear Kaworu's stuttered breath, and they look up quickly with concern. The smile is...well. They'll just have to get used to this fresh new bouquet of weirdness, they suppose. "Um, she's askin' if we can be a little quieter."

Frisk looks back to J again, and considers for a moment signing back before deciding against it. They don't want Kaworu to think they're trying to talk behind his back, even if he probably wouldn't actually care.

"D' you need any medicine? Or, um, a water?"

( september event log )

sorry for the latest reply ever !!

OH NO HOW EVER WILL WE SURVIVE I apologise too lmao

we're all superfast at being...late...shut up it works okay