( october event log pt. 2 )

[hohnkai]

Who: Everyone
When: October 19th into the beginning of November.
Where: The Mini Colony of the Runoff & the Moira.
What: The Moira stops to resupply at the closest planet and things get weird.
Warnings: Physical transformations, phobias - please label if needed.

E V E N T L O G

Between the Perspectives "but in your future, the you i see is exactly the person you always wanted to be." Supplies have been loaded onto the ship, and the captains have encouraged all crew members to explore with the added notice that this will be the last planetary stop (hopefully) until the Moira reaches the Midway Hub. While seemingly uneventful on the Moira, the mini colony has been thrumming with adventure and has offered its visitors the opportunity to explore. To those who have indulged, some experienced great changes and others discovered enlightening information about the Ingress and the very ship some have called home for over a year. Later in the month, the Lamaria hold the closing ceremony of the Desiderium Festival (which was noted on the prior event log) . The burgundy and lime colors of the celebration slowly fade into black and vermillion, and small fires are now in place for visitors to throw their written notes into. Everyone who participates will be blessed by one of the Lamaria (they will visit the ship as well), and the MID will be able to only translate bits and pieces of what this blessing means. "Experienced loss — every story is different — and saying goodbye — not to know — understanding lies in the mingling of holding on and letting go." ☄ TRANSFORMATION CENTRAL For some, it might be due to a touch or a look. For others, it might not be any of those things at all, and something that just happens. Either way, shortly after the blessing occurs, you will find yourself changing. Your character’s body will slowly transform into the physical likeness of another being on the Mini Colony. The effects of this change may last as short as a day or as long as a week, but each come with their own stipulations—advantages and disadvantages. This is limited to one as the blessing itself only allows for “a little understanding”. Linked below are some of the possible transformations that your character can go through. Players can choose either one of the mod-supplied suggestions or choose the form of another already living on the Moira. ☄ THE FEAR MACHINE Paranoia writes the checks, we're dangling here like a marionette. Here we go again, the world is coming to an end. Engage the fear machine and collect the dividends. While the festival is beautiful, and some have found enlightenment and understanding here, there are those on the mini colony who don't enjoy the festivities. In a secluded room on the fifth floor in one of the buildings in the Science District, there is one such person who finds the religious festival to be a nuisance—one who should be stopped. Thinking that disrupting the blessings and celebration will somehow "get back" at the Lamaria for impeding their work (some of those who have transformed got into the building a few years ago and destroyed this person's property). Pettiness thrives, and they create something they dub The Fear Machine. Yet, while the science is sound, the technology itself is not. In the middle of the mini colony, the machine is set off, and bolts of transparent energy erupt and spark out around it, stretching as far as the docked ships. Since the technology wasn't created properly to sustain the energy, it doesn't spread out evenly like they had hoped. Some are hit. Some are not. Those who are will develop a sudden and overwhelming phobia that will last well into the beginning of November. The machine might be turned off and left behind, but the obsessive fear has only just begun. ( ooc; For questions, go here. This log will run into the beginning of November; any threads here can be claimed for bonus activity the following activity check as well. )

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[newnova]

[ Having finally accepted that there's no way home, Sam decided to leave the ship to wander around the colony for a bit. And even though the place seems to have a breathable atmosphere, he's wearing his Nova helmet anyway, just in case he runs into trouble.

Or, you know, someone bumps into him. He recovers quickly, hovering an inch off the ground, his black-suited body lined in bright blue light. ] Hey, man, don't worry about it. This whole place is pretty crazy, right?

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[newnova]

[ Sam just happens to be passing during the girl's outburst, a little confused by it. He's used to aliens by now, but yeah. She looks human. ]

Are you... normally not?

cargo bay

[newnova]

[ Sam had been trying to get his helmet to work, dammit, and plot a course back home. But it refused to recognize any of the local space. They must be real far out. In any case, when he hears a loud CLANG! he puts the helmet on and zooms over to the transporter to investigate. ]

Everything ok in there?

[saveyourserpent]

Liquid finds himself staring at the other side of his neck. Just because he's covering the side he bit doesn't mean he can't try the other side. And he could easily pull his hand away, anyway.

He shakes his head, trying to clear it of the foreign thoughts. Ugh. This is what he's going to have to deal with for the time being? God, he wants blood.

"I barely noticed it was you. My thought process was, well, 'look, blood'. I'm incredibly thirsty."

To tell the truth... he probably wouldn't have even bothered stopping if Mettaton hadn't been a crewmember. But he won't say that.

[notglitching]

Having never lived in a networked system, Rinzler also missed the glorious advent of the modem sound. He can, however, register loud noises and fast. His stare snaps up at the jerky twitching (prey? threat?), and when it jumps down in front of him, it's all the program can do not to startle right back off the rooftop.

That thing is huge. Huge, pale, cracked and broken. Virus? Possible, but scans aren't working to confirm. The thumping, pulsing organ in his chest picks up to impossible speeds, a wash of conflicting signals (fight run scare RUN) swarming conscious processing as he tries to push them back. He wrestles down the startled flinch-jump before it can execute—the creature's fast and large enough to catch him midair, and he doesn't have any disks to defend with. Rinzler flattens, instead, weight balanced across all limbs, ready to run, dodge, or close the gap.

The noise coming from his vocalizer, though? Catches the program entirely off-guard. It starts as his usual rattle, and rises, bubbling and furious in a hissing, angry wail. It's intimidating. It's loud. Again, the program locks down his reactions, keeps his stare fixed on the creature looming just ahead, but...

But it's a strange way to learn he has a voice like this.

[notglitching]

Triangular ears perk up, twitching toward the input. That voice is familiar. Mostly. There are subtle shadings of volume and pitch—audio data seems much more in focus as a whole. But there's something else, too, a difference he can't quite pinpoint.

A slight, electronic flange behind the words.

Either way, Nihlus' observation only makes it more important to prove his actions had been totally and completely on purpose. Rinzler eyes the tail skeptically, gives it a couple extra strokes, then releases it, twisting out of his awkward sideways position on the ground to stand and face the user. The user who... was... glowing.

What.

The long, flat stare? Is pretty Rinzler. And if Nihlus still had any doubt, it's followed by a headtilt.

[notglitching]

The foot-leg might not have stepped on him, but it came close enough to resent. When Rinzler sees the user it's attached to, that really just confirms the sentiment. Bel_Thorne has oscillated between threat and irritation since Rinzler's import to this system.

They are, however, crouching (irritatingly) just out of reach. The program (cat) stands his ground, noise rattling out angrily as his tail lashes just behind. This frame might not have ranged attacks, but it does have a satisfying quantity of inbuilt weaponry, and if the user tries to detain him again, they'll regret the attempt.

The questions themselves are barely worth paying notice to—of course he's him, and do they really think he'd be like this now if he knew how to stop it? The tiny frame shifts, a wriggling twitch in the shoulders that might be a shrug... or coiling to strike.

Rinzler's a multitasker like that.

[notglitching]

[Failure. Irritating. Rinzler glares up at the gap, only for another vocal string to follow up with a sharp impact just outside. His glower switches directions quickly—but he is paying more attention to the words this time (and there's something to the voice too, oddly familiar).

Can he follow? Probably. Does he want to? ...probably. There's a reluctant tap back, though it's much softer.]

changes

[a_shadow]

[ She didn't really mean to wait until it was this late to come talk to Bruce about arranging to store the AI units she recovered from the scrap yard. She's pulled all the circuitry and electronics out, yet she's still not quite willing to just dispose of them. They're still potentially usable for manipulating AIs, and that means they need to be locked up securely. Somewhere in the science department seems best, rather than just sticking them in the cargo bay.

She's still relying on a cane to get around, though she needs it less and less. She's hardly even using it as she walks into the department. She recognizes Alan right away—as well as the object he's holding. She knows those discs are important, according to how Rinzler acted when they found him in the vent, and considering who it is holding it, she suddenly knows just why Rinzler had been so sensitive about its integrity. ]

Hey.

[ The word is uttered sharply, and she takes advantage of the cane to start walking faster, coming toward him. ]

[justice_from_above]

[She's not sure what's more surprising - that the thing talks in the first place, or that the voice is somehow familiar. The growl, too, makes her think she's met him somewhere before. She frowns and looks at him a little closer, the complete opposite of what he'd asked (demanded?).]

I know you ...

[So it's possible she's not the only one hit by the transformations? But something this drastic? She tilts her head and speaks softly as she makes the connection.]

76? [Really, it was the growl that gave him away more than anything.]

[hellsbel]

If you don't want to be a tripping hazard, you might try being taller is probably not the best conversational gambit here. Rinzler had clearly not taken this form by choice, and as deliciously telling as Bel might find it, he'll probably remember this later.

(Which is not to say that there won't be MID video taken the minute the kitten isn't looking. Not for the network, but some things need to be documented for posterity.)

The little shoulder-twitch is just beautiful to watch. Everyone on the Moira has grown familiar with Earth-type cats and their pointy bits, though Bel's heard the homegrown article is often much bigger, and the coiling resentment is palpable. It takes a heroic effort to keep a straight face, but Bel manages it, light voice as neutral as hell. "If you need a lift back to the ship, I was going that way myself."

[justice_from_above]

[She has no control over where she ends up, and it's not always with someone she's familiar. At least this wasn't a full nightmare and she could explore and learn about this person without fearing for her (subconsious?) safety.]

[She walks among the tombstones, looking at the twisted metal bodies. There's a dim familiarity to it, somehow muffled in the dream world, some aspects sharper than others. Bastions. It dawns on her that she knows this world. She looks up to the castle, and sees the outline of someone on the battlements.]

[Pharah makes her way to him, taking her time, feeling the need to give a certain gravity to the situation. She lets herself be filled with the melancholy - it's only fitting. Overwatch grew from battles like these, from the death and violence and a need to bring peace and understanding. Wherever it went after that, it started as a flower breaking through the cracks of debris, through the tombstones and bodies.]

[Eventually she finds her way to the battlements, and sees that it's Reinhardt. She makes her way over to stand next to him. She doesn't say anything, just existing with him in the moment; this was his past, she wasn't here for this, but it still effected her to this day. There's a silent gratitude about the way she stands, the dream world mechanics macking a physical representation of quiet emotion.]

[After a few moments, she leans over and sets her head on his shoulder.]

B.

[soldiergenes]

The Lamaria had come by the ship to pass out blessings like they were candy. Snake hadn't had any interest in the festival. For the most part, he'd been trying to keep his head down ever since he'd participated in helping some of the colony's slaves get an attempt at freedom. He knew what kind of trouble meddling could get them into.

Yet he didn't think much of the blessing. It seemed like little more than a tradition, not so different from making a wish when you blew out birthday candles or something else harmless like that. Of course, it had been his mistake to assume that, especially when he was usually so careful about what was done to him.

Then again, it would be hard to imagine that someone speaking a few words and waving their hands would have led to this.

That night, when the moon is out on the colony, Snake's jerked out of sleep by an excruciating pain, one that arcs his back and sends him tumbling out of his bed as he makes a terrible, raw noise. It feels as if his bones are breaking and reforming, some of them rippling under his skin as he writhes and convulses on the floor. His brain overloaded, every nerve on edge, his screams become more and more animalistic.

When it's all done, he barely resembles himself. Covered in a thick fur, his nails have become claws, his teeth hooked fangs, and there's no longer any trace of anything human. Except for Snake's mind, which desperately tries to cling on even while it's flooded with a lonely kind of fury.

He breaks out from the ship to search the colony, even though he doesn't quite know what he's searching for. He feels a deep longing, something he can't define or explain, but he knows he has to find it -- whatever "it" is.

Instead, he finds someone who certainly would never count as "pack," a person who normally shares his blood although they couldn't be more different now. Just seeing Liquid skulking around like he thinks he's being sneaky is enough to trigger that hairpin temper. "Liquid," Snake says, his voice an animal growl that goes far beyond his normal gruff tone.

If anyone would be able to recognize him right now, though, as this hulking muscled mass of fur, it would be Liquid.

arno dorian // vampires in SPAAAAAAACE // ota

[cockade]

[a. 2SPOOPY4ME (transformation)

He hadn't honestly participated much in the festival- he'd been invited and agreed to it, but kept to himself and was actually up and away from most views as he watched what went on below. As much as he respected it, it pained him for home and for the Drabwurld, and he'd rather spend the time remembering by himself, rather than with people.

For the first time in a long while, Arno realizes he feels incredibly lonely.

The MID places some meaning behind words to a blessing he doesn't understand, and he listens, but doesn't do much else. A local native captures his eyes as he descends, red eyes locking onto his before she smiles, and is gone.

It's hours later that he feels his eyes begin to itch, as if he's scratched them for hours and they've run dry. Arno places a hand over his eyes and sighs, rubbing them slightly. Did he overwork himself again? Is he exhausted from both the party and now being in the mini colony for too long? But the itch doesn't recede, only gets worse. And now his mouth aches along with his eyes itching, the Frenchman growing irritated and chomping down on his teeth in an effort to make the ache go away. Which only makes it worse, because he suddenly finds that he's biting the inside of his mouth without even pressing down on his jaw too hard.

Suddenly it's no longer a question of being tired- something is clearly wrong.

He makes his way through the crowds and tries to head to the Moira, eventually leaning against a wall of a building and trying to keep a stoic facade. That, of course, fails miserably. All different types of people and creatures pass him by, and he tries not to notice the fact that every part of him is beginning to feel cold the longer he stays there. He eventually searches for someone, anyone who may know where the ship is. He needs to get to the medbay.]

Where is the Moira? [He's caught the attention of some passerby, who begin to speak with him. His tone is far more aggressive than he wants, but he's panicking and it's beginning to show in how his now red eyes flicker across everyone that passes by.] I need- I need to see someone at the medbay. [They offer him a few local doctors for the mini colony, but he shakes his head, insisting to be brought back to the ship.] No, thank you, but I need to get back-

[A native wanting to help reaches out to touch his shoulder, gently placing a hand to ask if he's alright. Arno instead whirls and hisses, teeth revealed to have become fangs now bared, before he shrinks back in absolute terror at what he's done. This is wrong, all of it is wrong. He steps back, away, trying to distance himself from everyone and just get out.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean- just let me be!

[Someone is clearly spooked and not taking this transformation well at all.]

[b. Because we're all technically monsters, darling (closed to Isha)

Moro #8 has been rather quiet as of late, Arno choosing to not stay in one place for very long most of the time. He's sure that Isha doesn't mind, seeing as they haven't had many problems or very few as of yet in their time being supposed "roommates."

As of right now, however, it's occupied with a potential brooding space vampire, and he's not really wanting to open the door to anyone. He isn't exactly expecting someone to barge in, though.

c. They did the mash (they did the Monster Mash)

Getting used to being a Sangui takes time- Arno is incredibly adaptive, but even he struggles to be in full control when it comes to becoming a new species entirely. Case in point: while feeding is something he's learned how to work with, it's turning into bats that's proving to be the one thing he's lacking control in. The bat swarm is small, but it flitters about to and fro depending on how Arno feels when he becomes the small flock. Being startled usually is the cause; that and feeling certain emotions tend to do it as well.

He's making his way around when he turns a corner and nearly bumps into someone. Only instead of bumping into them, he suddenly becomes a flock of bats and flies all around them before rejoining. Arno turns immediately and looks for whoever he's run into, hands raising up in an apology.]

Sorry, my apologies. I'm still not used to this whole thing.

[wildcard]

(have something? hmu and I'll roll with it!)

AWOOOOOOOOOO

[soldiergenes]

[ For Snake, the ship is definitely too stifling at this point. Even the mini colony doesn't feel right. It's not home, it's not where he's supposed to be, and while that's been the case every since the Ingress brought him out into the far reaches of space, it's so much more intense now.

He's driven by the urge to move, to run, as if he can somehow get away from these unfamiliar instincts that have dug their claws into him. Which is saying nothing of the fact that he has his own claws now, that he's living as a stranger in his own body. The Moira has gotten him into a lot of situations where he didn't resemble himself: turning his arm to glass, aging him a good twenty-five years... but this takes the cake.

The worst part is that Snake doesn't feel entirely in control of his own mind right now, driven instead by baser needs that force him out of control, which is something he hates. It only causes his anger to mount, and as he wanders the colony he looks about ready to pounce someone, until...

He spots someone else who's like him, or has at least been forced into a similar form. It's impossible for Snake to know who it is, but there's a sense of calm that crashes into him almost instantly. This is what he's been looking for, one of his own kind (and for a moment he forgets that he's not actually supposed to be like this). After a shocked pause, he moves toward the other wolf creature, eyes widening slightly in curiosity.

He is, of course, still half-prepared for this to turn into a fight. ]

[seeingscarlet]

[For all that Wanda is "just a kid," Peter is even more so, and maybe that's what makes her press the issue. It's not as bad as the slavers' outpost, but still.]

I mean it. There are slavers here.

[mttbrandlegs]

Despite himself, Mettaton feels a little sympathetic. He knows what such compulsion feels like, thought maybe not in the same way as what Liquid is feeling right now.

He lets out a sigh, leaning on the nearest wall.

"Look. I don't understand what's happening but if you need a little more, then you can have it. Let's just find somewhere I can sit, because this is all making me dizzy.

As long as you do not kill me. That would be stressful, and we wouldn't exactly be friends after that, would we?"

[knaval]

Didn't like the clothes. I don't understand how you humans can wear them, they're so...

[riptide open arm shrugs.]

Scratchy.

[knaval]

No. Aren't you hot?

[how do humans honestly.]

[newnova]

[ Sam chances a peek over his shoulder to see if-- NOPE those are still boobs! He claps a gloved hand over his visor quickly so as to avoid any more accidental peeking. ]

Uh... I'm not sure how to put this but, you're human?

HERE WE GO

[wallride]

[oh, yeah. he's not having fun. here comes a hairless frog-man into the room, hand on his face.]

What the hell, man...

[mumbled to himself more than anything. he hasn't noticed badou just yet, a little preoccupied on the what the hell he is right now. tall and multicoloured.]

[knaval]

I wasn't a couple of hours ago.

[it's only going to get worst bro, riptide stands up, cocking his head at sam.]

Soooo... I'm guessing from your reaction being naked isn't, uh. How do I put this? Socially acceptable.

Frisk | Boss Monster | OTA

[gainedlove]

A: If you're cuter...

[Frisk isn't near the festival when the blessing takes place--they'd wanted to, but their family has retreated to the ship and they can't afford to leave them without protection. So when the change comes, it's without any warning--just a sudden feeling of weakness, an intense pain in their chest, feeling like their body is fading--]

[Thankfully, it's over quickly.]

[They gasp sharply and fall against a wall, sliding down and clutching at their chest with eyes squeezed shut. They feel--odd, insubstansial but somehow still there, as if their body is at a step removed. And there's something else, too, something about their face and hands, and their whole body is itching--]

What...?

[Then they open their eyes and...um. Well, then. This is new.]

B: "Friendliness pellets"

[Once the shock has worn off, Frisk is quite happy with their change. Thrilled, even, running gleefully around the whole ship hopping and shouting and generally being a very cheerful little child. They're not going off-ship any time soon, not like this, but while it lasts they're going to enjoy the heck out of being...a real, actual part of their family.]

[They just wish Chara could be here here for this.]

[But the thing about monsters is that their magic is an expression of their emotions. Sure, they can be an attack, but they can be a bullet-patterned birthday card, too. Or, for a young boss monster with no idea how to control their new-found powers, a small incident in the making.]

No no no no no...!

[It's probably a little alarming to see a small child chasing down a roaming fireball, especially as it sways and floats all up and down the hall, getting dangerously close to some of the more flammable objects around. Frisk jumps and tries to catch it, but it it floats a little too high and they land flat on their face as the fire finally makes contact with the corner of a wooden table.]

[A little help, maybe?]

C: Wildcard!

[Come pester me on PM or over at gryphcat if you have another idea!]

[alan_1]

[Alan starts at the sound of another’s voice, the motes of light above the disk flickering out in an instant. Even with a cane, the sight of Tex angrily advancing towards him is enough to get him to grab the disk and start backing away, free hand held up in a placating gesture.]

It’s not what it looks like, [he says, mentally grasping for some explanation. The truth is immediately declared out of bounds; even if Tex doesn’t do anything with the information, it’s too dangerous to have word of his transformation circulating among the crew. Still, the disk has to be somebody’s, and he's all to aware that there’s no acceptable answer to fill that gap.]

It’s not Rinzler’s, [he says without processing.

Well. It’s not a lie.]

[a_shadow]

Obviously.

[ She continues approaching. All his response is done is make her actually angry; the word is spat out like it's disgusting her. Clearly that's not Rinzler's, because Rinzler's is a different color. ]

I thought we talked about what rights you had to mess with those discs.