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"It is an exploration for truth; the reveal can be more terrifying than the unknown."
With supplies low and the general morale of the crew very much the same, the Moira still continues to move through the Runoff at a decent speed. As per Captain Ira's orders, plans to stop at the nearest port of call to re-supply and (hopefully) give those aboard a chance to recover from the catastrophe of the Luminous Sea and its subsequent plants have been made priority. Without much incident, after nearly a week and a half of traveling, the ship makes ready to dock.
WELCOME TO THE MINI COLONY
The Mini Colony was first established as a outpost between the Fixed Moons and the Living City of Inanna. Yet, over the centuries, it has flourished into an outpost of trade and commerce as well as is home to numerous individuals from across the universes. The temperature is generally mild all year, and even when it isn't, there are control units throughout the Mini Colony regulating weather conditions to keep it from such high extremes. Its citizens, while diverse, appear to cohabitate together well and are generally welcoming to those traveling through. However, beyond the numerous tourist areas, there are more dangerous and less friendly places in the Mini Colony. Anything and everything can be found here. You just have to know the right person to ask.
☄ OUT AND ABOUT There is quite a lot to see in the Mini Colony, and not even an entire week will allow for all that this place has to offer. Aside from the multiple businesses found within the MC, there are also plenty of other sectors ready to be explored by those crew members willing to brave these particular places. Yet, within these sectors, there are some "unknown" places that not even the locals really give much attention to. If explored, everything is as normal as any other place on the Mini Colony, but as time progresses, the trek through begins to take longer and longer. Soon, you find yourself tired and with no end in sight as to happening upon another sector, and after a while, a nearby bench seems to beckon you to sit. Upon sitting, a soft humming sound fills your ears and in the span between blinks, you're suddenly waking up on the Moira just as it docks at the Mini Colony. Talk about deja vu.
☄ SWEET NOTES After a few days, those aboard the ship may notice that particular areas of the Mini Colony are beginning to prepare for some sort of celebration. This festival is known as the Desiderium Festival, which derives from "an ardent desire for something that has been lost", and is a celebration to remember and honor the dead—as well as the living. It is celebrated with a particular fruit that ripens around this date every year. This citrus fruit is tart, yet sweet, and crumbles into caviar when removed from its rind; the fruit has no special effects on the eater but pairs nicely with alcohol for after-hours consumption. The group that throws this festival, the Lamaria, make paper from the rinds of the fruits, which is then used to write on and is the only proper paper for these notes to be written on. As fitting the occasion, people wear special finery to present the notes to their friends and relatives and to wear to the grave sites where they leave the notes for the dead. These tend to be burgundy and lime colors, like the fruits, and are shot through with gold. Participating is considered a great honor, so if asked to join, carefully consider before declining.
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thisavrou_log2016-10-02 12:25 am
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When Rinzler does finally answer, it's not exactly what Peter was hoping for. First off, scouting? Peter's not sure if that's a dig at his own job or something he should be more wary about. Scouting for what? For who? Should he being telling someone about this? If only he hadn't made so many promises to leave the program alone.
Second, it doesn't fit what he went through. Which is a little more pertinent to the situation. Peter shakes his head, groaning.]
There were a lot of people around where I was. People who should have been able to see something happen. And I definitely wasn't doing anything to have anyone freaking out.
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Otherwise, things end up like this.
He absorbs the data. It's important, but not useful—at least, not so far as any kind of conclusion goes. Different locations. Different sets of bystanders. If the user had observed any of them taking any significant action, Rinzler assumes it would have been said. Not that he has a lot of faith in this user's observations.]
Timestamp (transport)?
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Late afternoon. Ish. I wasn't staring at a watch. [There never seemed much need to keep a close eye on the clock when he could beat the second hand.] But it was getting late in the day.
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The enforcer shakes his head silently. No match. Was there some kind of trigger variable, then...? And why go back to the same time?]
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So we got nothing. We've missed something. Or we've both went crazy in a really specific way at the same time.