( september event log )

[hownkai]

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!

E V E N T L O G

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. )

Comments

[cadeuces]

Because of the wars? I can understand that. Two world wars, the ensuing cold war, Vietnam, the Gulf, Afghanistan, Iraq... The middle east continues off and on even in my time; then of course there was the Omnic crisis for us in the 40s. Yet while atrocities have still happened and many lives have been lost, people are resilient. The few people who begin these things are such a sliver fraction of humanity; many and more don't ever wish for such things. No one wants to kill others, eradicate entire cultures. People are largely good, and yes, it does get better. It always will so long as there are people willing to fight for others— for peace. [ She gets it; she really does. So many people had been unable to forgive Omnics for what had been done and the hatred continues to this day, thirty years later; she had turned her negative emotions, her sorrow and loneliness, into fuel to push her forward and do good in the world, much as her parents had. Not everyone had been so open-minded. ] Greener energy is simple enough; it's largely solar-generated instead of electrical, with alternate fuel and oil sources that are renewable instead of being derived from fossil fuels or fracked. They don't damage the planet nor put off the same pollutants that ruin the atmosphere. You'll see them, I'm sure.

[ Snip snip. Haircut still in progress, carding her fingers through the back to trim it down in bolder lengths. ] Well then, consider me a senior. [ Guess who's almost 40, Peter!! She says it heavy on amusement, though, not taking a lick of offense. It softens back down with the next question, though, humming as she thinks of just how to explain things. What she should explain. ]

Mm, well. The God Programs themselves did the hacking; there was no outside force. They were AI systems much like the rest, only the way they had learned and developed was such that decided humanity had done them wrong; enslaved them. They took over nearby machinery, because nearly everything had been programmed with an AI of its own to process their jobs and how to do them, how to avoid accidental death and be able to cease function if, say, a human fell into processing machinery or was trapped or injured near construction equipment, vehicles. That was where those six heroes came in; they isolated and took out the God Programs, and their hold on the nearby AIs was relinquished immediately. They no longer fought, because they had no reason to. As with most wars, the God Programs did what they thought was right. They tried to protect their own. And just like us, it was started only by a select few.

[ Ah, that explains the sudden downturn in his expression earlier— ] Has something similar happened, with you? You may be surprised just how much can change in one's lifetime, you know. Not to assume, but you're... not even 20, then? You have so much more time left in this world. Your generation will be the ones to change what the future holds. It will fall on your shoulders eventually to guide your children, and your grandchildren. The responsibility slowly gathers on your shoulders and you'll hardly notice it, but it will come. Education is important for that very reason. [ A knowing smile, with that. Now that she's shortened the top a couple inches and trimmed up the neck, she sets her scissors aside for a moment and picks up the mirror. ] Let me know what you think so far.

I do understand. All we can do is make a place for ourselves, find purpose, and try to help repair our way home. There isn't much else to do in the meantime besides sulk, and that is only so productive. [ Read: not at all. The "pretty distractions" remark gets a laugh out of her and a ruffle of his hair, fond and amused. Remember that "twice your age" statement up there, handsome? ]