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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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once he's plastered himself the few inches of remaining space he had left between the wall and his back, the sheet is tugged down some, andyr's eyes, with dark circles under them, blinking sluggishly at the woman. he knows here, in passing, at least. she works here, seems genuine enough in her care, but andyr'd still kept his distance, as he does from anyone that isn't alva, val or adrien.
for a long moment, he doesn't answer her, just watching, assessing, and when she seems intent to wait for an actual response, he shakes his head. a second later, and he actually speaks up, though his voice is a raw croak. ] Flush takes a while. Don't wanna need to piss. [ eloquent. and by 'flush', he means the oncoming surgery. ]
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And her stubborn streak a mile wide. When he finally deems to answer her, there's a huff of amusement she keeps tamped down, the laugh twinkling in her eyes all the same. ]
That's fair enough. It's a good bit of foresight, as well; I don't think I'd ever be able to turn down hot chocolate so I commend the restraint. Ice packs then, or a heat pad?
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he's considering the offer for an ice or heat pack. he hardly needs more heat, for as warm as he already is between infection fever and the sheet tugged over him. the ice... on the one hand, andyr detests being cold, but on the other, it would be soothing, at least to put on his face. ]
Ice pack... maybe. [ he answers, after a long break, quietly, as if he's not sure if he wants to take the request back in a second or so. ]
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It all comes down to his deciding what would be most appropriate for the type of pain he's in, whether it would benefit from ice to bring down swelling or heat to mitigate sharpness and aches, working loose tense muscle. ]
All right, an ice pack it is. You're feverish, as well; shall I bring a cold compress for your brow? I'd like to help make you a little more comfortable while you wait, at the very least.
[ The moment she has an answer she'll rise and be off. She has a strong heart and a stronger stomach, but she still didn't like to see others in pain. ]
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lips pulling down, he frowns a second, thinking on the cold compress question. andyr knows next to nothing about medicine or caring for the ill, mumbling out his misunderstanding. ]
Thought that was what the ice pack was for. [ so the ice pack goes... where? anywhere? it occurs that she might've meant to put it on the infected ports, and andyr's immediately feeling his stomach turn at the thought. not only does he want no one at all that isn't alan freaking varren touching anything on his back at the moment, but making the metal fused into his skin ice cold is going to be deeply unpleasant. one of the worst things about these ports, aside from the entire idea of what they are, is how easily they get cold, and how horrible of a sensation that is. but, yes, something for his head. that part sounds great. ] Yeah, whatever. Sure. Just... nothing on my back.
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It'd be a little too cold on your brow; I don't want to cause anyone a brain freeze without a lick of ice cream to sweeten it, after all. [ It's a light redirection to correct his assumptions, spoken with a gentle touch of playfulness that doesn't demean or sneer at the mistake; she has the faintest idea what's embedded in his back and as someone skilled with cybernetics, she would absolutely never apply ice. That would be painful for anyone, she feels, much less someone already suffering. ] All right, I'll be just a moment. Think of there's anywhere hot and swollen you'd like a bit of soothing, all right? If not, the sides or back of your neck will help regulate your body temperature.
[ As promised, it's only a handful of steps to one of the fridge units, and she returns with a little bowl of cold water and a soft cloth, one of the gel ice packs wrapped in another; if she was gone more than twenty seconds it would be a surprise. The bowl is set on the bedside cart and she removes the cloth left in it to soak and she squeezes the excess, motioning to the edge of the bed. ]
May I sit? And touch your face.
[ She'll flick off the drops of cold water from slender fingers and set to tidily fold the cloth up, drying damp fingertips on her pants while she waits for an answer. ]
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really, there's nothing beyond what's on his back, and he doesn't want anything there, at all, isn't even willing to lay on his stomach to have it looked at as of yet. not without alva present and supervising, at least. every bone and joint along his back and shoulders and neck aches like nothing else, but ports span up along the back of his neck, and he doesn't want to have to shift to offer the backs of his shoulders, so he decides the side of his neck would be fine. he doesn't have to move for that.
squirming his legs some, he straightens them out a bit, so angela has room to sit closer to him, without his knees stabbing at her thighs. ]
Yeah. That's fine. Both. [ that she sit, and she touch his face, andyr tugging the sheet he's had wrapped over his head down to just lay over his shoulders, hospital gown on underneath. ] And, side of my neck would be fine. Just not the back.
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Not being sweaty was usually a good start, and it would help ease the chills once that dampness dried. ]
Does that feel a little better, yet? [ She's dunking that towel for Part Two, which is just— her fingers combing back through his hair to reveal his brow, so she can lay the folded cloth along it. ] You know, I don't think I've ever caught your name. I'm Angela. Have you been here on this ship for very long?
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The woman’s touch is something kind, more so than andyr can remember from anyone outside his father. They’d had to clean his face before in the houses, but it was always rough and scrubbing, nothing so gentle and careful as this. It feels like being little, he thinks. Back to days he can hardly stretch his mind back to, when it’d just been him and his dad to take care of him. The act of it alone does wonders to help that calm start to settle in. ]
Yeah. Better. [ andyr muttered, eyes blinked shut. ] Andyr. It’s been a few months. Don’t know. A while.
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Yet he is calming, a slight fraction of his tension easing away and jangled nerves seem to settle— like stirred up silt that's escaped the pounding waves as the tide rises, given a brief moment of respite before the sea recedes once more. His eyes close with the brush of her nails along his scalp and she'll continue the motion once the compress is laid across his forehead, keeping his hair brushed back in slow strokes. ]
I'm glad. And it's nice to finally meet you, Andyr. I've been here about the same; after all the strange things that have happened on this ship already, everyone's ages fluctuating and the doors and now this visit— I didn't think I'd be happy to be back. Though it's been quite some time since I'd seen anything beyond a desert; the jungle was a nice reprieve. And the whales— did you see them, by chance? They were so fat!