( 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. )

Comments

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[sickbays]

[ He probably shouldn't have been out here this late on his own, in hindsight, given the colony's tendency to make his skin crawl. He couldn't help it, though — time just kind of got away from him while he was the health spa, scoping out treatments and remedies. Methods he's never seen in practice before, or have been out of practice for a while, where he came from.

His arms wrap a little tighter around his torso as he walks, to stave off some of the evening chill. He doesn't realize anyone's following him, doesn't even have a reason to suspect it, as he tromps on through the streets. Stopping only to lift his sleeve and check something on his MID, sighing loudly. ]

[saveyourserpent]

[Something weirdly technological about his body lets Liquid go out in the daytime, but he's still decided he's not a big fan. The night is a much more pleasant time for a walk, especially a walk that involves food. Or drink. Whatever he's supposed to call the only sustenance his body'll crave.

That part kind of sucks.

He recognizes his target as a crewmember when he notices him check on his MID. Well, shit. He's... kiiind of decided not to attack crewmembers if he can help it, although how well that'll work who knows. He stops in his tracks, in a pose that very much indicates he was planning to attack.]

Out a bit late, are you?

[sickbays]

[ He doesn't seem all that concerned when he turns toward the other man. If anything, he was annoyed. Not at the implication in stranger's posture, or the fact that he had been following him down the street, but at the question. ]

Yeah. [ He answers, a little more defensively than he probably needed to. If there's one thing he can't stand, it's people poking their noses into his business. And his business of being out this late at night isn't any of this man's concern. The doctor huffs. ]

Why, am I not supposed to be?

[saveyourserpent]

[Well, so much for trying to start a conversation, right? Although considering his first plan had been to attack, he's certainly a better conversationalist than he would be if that had been happening.

He's still damn thirsty, though, and he has the look of someone who needs something. He's also got red eyes and super pale skin, which might scream 'sickly' if it doesn't scream 'vampire'.]

No, no. Just thought it was a bit interesting, was all. Didn't expect to see too many out and about. [All the better to suck their blood.] Especially not from the Moira. [All the better to... not suck their blood.]

[sickbays]

[ He almost would have mistaken him for a native, with the discolored skin and eyes he's sporting, had it not been for that last comment. It draws a bit of questioning look out of him, not just for that but the whole situation. ]

Well, it's good thing we don't have a curfew. [ He quips, trying to clear the air a little between them, to make up for his earlier defensiveness. ]

You're one of the crew, right? Maybe you should come back, too.

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid laughs a little.] Can you imagine? I can smell the mutiny already, just from the mere suggestion.

[That's not all he can smell. His discomfort is visible, as much as he's trying to hide it. He licks a fang.]

Yeah. Liquid Snake, counterintelligence. Suppose we haven't really met yet, hm? But, ah. I like the night better, these days.

[Even if the light won't kill him.]

Just out for a drink, myself.

[sickbays]

That's probably a good thing. Means I haven't had to see you in medbay. [ Because nothing's been wrong, hopefully, and not because he just doesn't want to go. Not that Bones makes that option desirable, with how horrendous his bedside manner is, but he's not changing his ways.

His frowns softens a bit, at least, when he introduces himself. ] Leonard McCoy. Be a nice night for a drink, I'd give you that. [ Too bad he doesn't realize Liquid's talking about something entirely different than what he's inferring. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, at least not yet. ]

[saveyourserpent]

I've been in there a few times, but mostly for something Doc Yewll was working on. Shame she left, she really fixed me up.

[No more horrible bioweapon virus or rapid aging looming in the future for him!

Doesn't help what he's turned into now, though.]

These days, it's always a nice night for a drink. [Hilarious.] This place is really full of surprises, isn't it?