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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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[Which is supposed to make it better somehow, like stinky armpits are something to aspire to.]
Okay. But just remember, my armpit is always here for you.
[He's grinning too now, that little play at being seriously completely dropped. Laughter beats screams every time, and he'll do damn near anything to keep it that way.]
If you can't sleep, then just rest. Stay still, let your body do its thing.
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[ bro ur gross. but at least you're funny, and laughter is the best medicine, it seems. even if it's dumb laughter over dumb things and nick is a freaking dork, but he's a good friend. ]
I'm touched, Nick, really.
[ spoken flat, in sarcasm, despite how actually a little true it might be. the latter suggestion andyr takes a moment considering. sounds boring, but god, he's so tired already, even if closing his eyes sends him into a panic. but then again, nick's here, and nick can move things with his brain, so maybe that's good enough. ]
Yeah, and what're you gonna do in the mean time, Dr. Nick? Watch over me and write love sonnets?
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[Nick has to learn to stop asking questions like that. Because Andyr will answer them in his own Andyr way, and he could give Cassie "teenage queen of the sass mouth" a run for her money.]
Look, I've got a comfortable chair and no plans. Don't worry about me.
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[ the mental image of nick in a shakespeare get up brings a small smirk to his features, as andyr cautiously, carefully, starts to settle into the mattress, pillows pulled close, and blanket tugged up around his head. Perhaps over it in places. ]
Whatever, lazy ass. [ he murmurs, eyes blinking closed for a instance, before snapping open again. The same sequence repeats a few times, his eyes gradually staying closed longer and longer in the moments in between. After about five minutes pass, he keeps them closed, and a quiet, barely there mutter comes out muffled - ] Don’t leave, okay?
[ in case he does fall asleep, because he is so exhausted. Just. don’t leave. Someone needs to be standing guard and alert, and nick is someone andyr actually trusts to do that. ]