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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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Things are starting to look different now. The stone isn't so smooth under his palms and everything around him looked weathered and worn. There's a strange rot that he hadn't been able to smell until now, heavy and sickly sweet.
He leans heavier against the windowsill flicking his omni-tool off, closing his eyes against the sudden, nauseating rush of anxiety. It'll get eaten up by the exhaustion soon enough, he just needs to weather it out.
"How's everyone else?" Nihlus's tones have taken on the odd rasp of someone who's spoken too much for too long. "How many more crew members still need the antidote?"
Yes, he's fully intending on helping on that front.
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It's a deflection, but for now, it would do. Like hell was she letting him help, sagging on the windowsill like a deflated balloon as he was.
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Okay, yes, he's not going to be able to keep standing. Might as well sit with some modicum of grace instead of just keeling over.
Very, very gingerly, Nihlus turns and presses his back against the wall before slowly sliding down, one leg stretched out on the floor before him, other leg tucked against his chest. Oof.
It takes a moment for him to regather his thoughts, tipping his head up to peer at Shepard.
"I'm so sorry."
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Looking straight ahead, it's another long moment before she eventually answers, voice soft:]
You don't have anything to apologize for.
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It was too late to take the words back now and pretend the only thing wrong was his body slowly crashing. Besides, Shepard deserved it. She really... really deserved it. It won't fix anything later and he can't tell her everything he was apologizing for now, but he needed to say it.
Nihlus takes a slow breath and doesn't try correcting her. Instead, he peers around at the place, the structures slowly crumbling around them. ]
How long were we here for?
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Time flies, huh?
[When you're having fun, a part of her brain adds, before another part kicks the door shut on it.]
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[ His voice actually cracks at that and Nihlus manages to find enough energy to actually sit up at that.
It lasts two seconds before he flops dizzily back down, clutching at his head. ]
How?
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We don't know. It happened to everyone — whether they were at the party or not, so we at least know whatever we were drugged with wasn't the whole of it. Somehow, time just... got away from us. Lucky we caught it when we did.
[As she speaks, she rifles around in a pocket, before coming up with a slim stick — a dextro meal replacement.]
Take your time. Move slowly. We're not in any hurry — for now.
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[ He did not want to think about what would have happened if it had stayed unnoticed longer. Then again, he probably wouldn't be around to regret it like this.
The sound of Shepard rifling through things draws him briefly out of the panicked circles his brain was currently running laps in. The appearance of a food stick makes him smile despite himself, the heel of his hand pressed against his brow plate to stem the dizziness. ]
I'm not sure I can stomach that right now, [ he says, somewhat apologetically. ]
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[Something about her tone suggests that the stock of IVs is running a little... thin. As she speaks, she proffers another handful — a canteen of rehydration liquid, and painkillers.
There's a beat as she hands them over, then:]
If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I'm sorry for dragging you into this, Nihlus