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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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[ while he’ll certainly go ape shit if they’re touched, andyr doesn’t mind showing them, so he pulls himself up some, before ducking his head and bowing forward, a hand pushing up at the hair at the back of his head to show a circular, metal port embedded at the base of his skull, and another at the bottom of his neck, more further down his back, though the hospital gown covers a few.
The one at the top has the words “PROPERTY OF HOUSE HAPSBURG” engraved into the rim. The skin around each is a bit red and swollen, but not looking nearly as bad as it had when he’d first been brought it. ] It’s fine, and I’m not gonna puke blood, that was a joke.
[ well, he’s probably not going to. Who knows. His brows raise at the explanation for the iced friend. ] Huh. Long time to be in there. Was he sick or something, or do people just… do that now and again?
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He knows enough though to question whether the ports are 'normal' to any medical capacity. He knows more than enough to understand that anything with 'Property Of' written on it shouldn't be set into skin.]
That raises a lot more questions than it answers, honestly. What are those for, exactly? And what's with the branding? I didn't think medical devices needed to show off the maker like that.
[It is a long time, long enough that even if Peter isn't Charles's biggest fan at the moment, he's still a little worried.] I don't know much about his health. We weren't really, uh, talking when he ended up here. But it just happens sometimes. My sister ended up in the tubes for a while and she was fine before it. I ended up in the tubes and I was fine.
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[ andyr says it in a blank sort of tone, matter of fact and detached, like the conversation they'd had when they first met, back in the mess hall, talking about cloning and slavery. that would be exactly what this is about. ]
They make extracting genetic material for cloning easier, and since my metabolism is enhanced, most normal drugs, even mainlined, don't cut it with my biology. So it's injected straight into my neural system.
[ It clearly isn't any information he'd averse to sharing, but if he isn't asked about it, here on the moira, andyr isn't inclined to offer it. back home, it was different. back home, everyone wanted to put the truth and the proof or it behind closed doors, lock it away and ignore what horror was being done to make the lives of those remaining be as comfortable as possible. he used to slam himself against the walls of his cell and scream it at anyone passing by. it isn't the same here. here, people actually stop, look at him, and listen, as if he's actually something real, something human, not some over excited animal in a cage. and still, something about that seems to make him uneasy, perhaps that's more of what keeps him quiet about it, now. afraid of what that might mean about who he is now.
he's only quiet for a moment, before picking up on the other part of the conversation, brows furrowing some. ] You have a sister here?
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[It's a little of a rhetorical question. He's not so dense he doesn't realize what any of it means, not in the context of things Andyr has said before. It's just difficult to hear, to consider from the perspective of his relatively quiet life.]
They're cloning you. They branded you. Christ, dude. That's some heavy shit!
[It's not the most compassion thing he can think to say, but it's the first thing that makes it out of his mouth. He's still a teenager, and despite all he's seen in the past several months, still lacks a lot of emotional maturity.
He's still trying to think of how to apologize or what's best to say when Andyr mentions his sister.]
Yeah. More than one, technically. I apparently have a lot of sisters. If you ever looked at the names of the crew around here, it probably wouldn't be to hard to figure who one is. [Maximoff had never felt like much of a common name to him.]