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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. )
democratically: (listening)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-10-21 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It is much how Padmé had felt. After all, when she had last seen Leia, she had been a newborn babe. The individual that she had met had borne a striking resemblance to her physically, although it had taken time to juxtapose the image in her mind to the one that had stood before her. Padmé had known that she would miss everything, but as she had passed, she hadn't thought she would be confronted with it. It wasn't a complaint though, as Padmé would take all the pain if it meant knowing her daughter if even a little.]

A lot to take in.

[Padmé offers. If anything, Leia and Padmé could have passed for sisters and not mother and daughter. She had seen a lot of Anakin in her though, the things that had drawn her to him in the first place.

There is a moment, before her own hand gingerly reaches out to touch her shoulder.]
I am glad that I was given the opportunity to meet her. I'm afraid I wasn't there for her as she grew up.
kidjoy: Live version of the girl, looking to the side and talking ([Explain])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-10-27 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[She can't do much more than nod. It is a lot. Strange timelines wasn't something she'd been confronted with much, not in a way that felt direct or connected to her. And it was simply hard to view people she knew as parents. Her ideas on the concept were fuzzy, and reality simply didn't compute with the vague stories she was told about the parents in the City.

She stills under Padmé's hand. It's familiar, the same careful sort of way Leia would touch her when she was upset.]


What happened that you weren't?
democratically: (occupied)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-10-28 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her own role as a parent was limited. Very limited. She had always wanted a family but things simply had never worked out that way. There was little reason though to linger of the things she couldn't have and rather, she would focus on the things she could have.]

An accident, unfortunately.

[As that is what she will always call it. A series of unfortunate events that had culminated with her death. If there is one to blame, it likely would be Palpatine, but what good would come from that mentality?]

Shortly after she was born.