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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. )
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-01-09 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ at first contact with the ice pack against his neck, there’s a sharp chill that shivers through him, but it calms a moment after, coming to something cooling and soothing instead, andyr breathing in and out slowly, measured, trying to come down from the panic and adrenaline still fighting to pump through him.

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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[personal profile] cadeuces 2017-01-10 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does well measuring his breathing; it's the first thing she notices about him and his pain management, one less thing she needs to overwhelm him with when he's already mired in agony. She steadies him with the other hand settling at his shoulder as the chill rakes through him, trying to keep him from shifting too much where he's found a comfortable position before she settles into wiping his face down.

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!