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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-09-19 04:07 pm

( 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. )
backsassin: by <user name = sousaphone> (i'm gonna be the drink)

[personal profile] backsassin 2016-10-09 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Growing tired of their little game, Zam eventually reaches up and pushes the pillow down so she can at least see over it. Eyes widen when she sees exactly who her visitor is.

There’s a brief, awkward silence and then Zam speaks, voice muffled by the pillow in the way.]
On second thought, maybe smothering isn’t the best way to go about this.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (And I mean to care for no one)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-10-09 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[J on the contrast keeps her own expression under the control, giving out nothing but collected calmness, mixed in with some hint of coldness when their eyes finally meet. She keeps her hands on the pillow and adds more pressure on it, leaning in closer when Zam breaks the moment of silence between them.]

I'm open to other suggestions. [She says, her voice quiet and raspy from the still sore throat.]
backsassin: by <user name = sousaphone> (that you couldn't shake off)

[personal profile] backsassin 2016-10-14 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zam may still regret what happened on the Runoff, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have it in her to get irritated. She grabs the pillow herself and pushes back against J’s attempts to apply pressure.]

Show some patience and this place might just do the job for you, [she growls.]
gentlemenpreferblondes: (But I prefer a man who lives)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-10-22 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha. [She huffs a mocking laughter in response, not caring about the growl. She sits up by straightening her back, leaving the pillow rest on top of her.]

With any luck this place will spat you out from the grave just like everyone else. Although. [She pauses and looks the other woman with measuring gaze.] Looks like the party with bugs did a real number out of you.
backsassin: by <user name = sousaphone> (and i'm gonna make you need me)

[personal profile] backsassin 2016-10-29 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Zam pushes the pillow onto her lap with a frown.]

Already did, [she mutters to the first part. And then, with a huff:] Yeah, well, I’d probably be in better shape if it hadn’t lasted an entire year. Even I have my limits. [She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on the conversation instead of seemingly every part of her body crying out in discomfort.]

Don’t see why we had to leave. Not like the next place is gonna treat us any kinder.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (You stand straight at Tiffanys)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-10-30 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. So Zam had died also on Moira? That information actually pings J's curiosity but she files it away to her mind for later.

She doesn't hurry with the conversation either and let's the other woman take her time. J's not feeling all that great herself, her hands shaking and vision blurry from the headache and nausea but at least she's not as in bad shape as Zam. Once she's done J huffs out a hoarse laughter and takes a more comfortable position on the bed.]


I'll say. Honestly, it's starting to seem like our beloved captains are making these shitty stops on purpose. Maybe we should hijack the ship just to head back to the beach planet.
Edited 2016-10-30 21:51 (UTC)
backsassin: by <user name = sousaphone> (that you'd never been born)

[personal profile] backsassin 2016-11-03 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[That actually gets a snort out of Zam, despite everything.]

Hey, you get the manpower, I’m game. [It’s a joke. Mostly.] Good luck convincing anyone else though. Everyone wants to get home so badly, I don’t think they’d appreciate a change of course.

[She sighs.] Or we’ll just keep making shitty stops forever. Sure feels like it at this rate.
gentlemenpreferblondes: (When you bend)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-11-03 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She, too, snorts in amusement. J could understand why someone would want to go back to their home, especially after life on Moira has proven to be anything but safe. ]

It's a miracle if we make it there alive at this rate. [she shrugs.] Who knows, maybe this world is just shitty.