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.
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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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thisavrou_log2016-10-19 10:32 am
Alan Bradley | Program | OTA
[It’s starts after the ceremony. After the blessing, to be specific. Though Alan hadn’t understood most of what the Lamaria cleric had said, the words have nonetheless left him feeling strangely off-kilter. He spends the rest of the evening feeling like he’s bracing for something, though what that something is, he can’t be sure.
He doesn’t have to wonder for long.
It starts as a wave of dizziness, easy enough to ignore at first, but quickly escalating to the point where he makes himself stop, one hand braced against a wall, to wait for the ground to stop pitching beneath him. His mind reaches for an explanation, remembers how most of the crew had been drugged on the last planet -- and then abruptly shuts off, all thought suspended as effectively as if he had taken an icepick to the forehead. He stays stalled, one hand still braced against the wall, for several seconds before thought returns. Only, it's not what it was.
Data and associated tags filter in, first registering visual input error, as prim and matter-of-fact as a message on a computer screen. Alan blinks, noticing the blur overlaying his vision, and after a moment of uncertainty, reaches for his glasses. His hand makes it about halfway there before he stops, staring. His hand is glowing. At least, part of it is, a stripe of light stretching down the back of his wrist to branch down into his first two fingers, burning an all-too-familiar gold.
Circuits. The sight of them makes less than no sense. Info tags slot helpfully into place, indicating [sensory input] [energy exchange] [function declaration], none answering the question of why they’re there in the first place. He scrubs at the back of his hand as if that might make the glowing lines disappear, frowning when they remain just as bright and solid as before.
There must be something wrong. He must be hallucinating or dreaming or simply misunderstanding what’s happening, because humans don't have circuits. All of this might make sense if he were a program, but he’s quite sure he’s not--
A pause. Alan takes a deep breath and then, reluctantly, reaches back. His hand finds the curved edge of a disk, right where it should be.
He exhales, and removes his glasses, no longer completely surprised to find that his vision is now clear -- perfect even -- without them. He looks at the glowing circuitry on the back of his hand, lines even sharper than they had been before. After a moment, he lowers his hand and mutters a single word under his breath.]
Shit.
ch-ch-changes (science department, moira)
[For the most part, Alan does his best to hide the transformation. His coat thrown over his uniform hides the outline of his disk and most of the glowing circuitry, save that on his hands. The only reasonable remedy he’s found for the latter is keeping his hands safely hidden in his pockets -- it’s at least less conspicuous than gloves would be.
The disk, he knows, is the most dangerous piece of the transformation. Losing it would very literally mean losing his mind, and having it fall into someone else’s hands… well, suffice to say Alan’s been having trouble keeping his back to people ever since he received the Lamaria’s blessing. Still, it’s only a matter of time before his curiosity outweighs his caution.
He waits until after-hours in the science department, feigning concentration on the computer screen in front of him until the last of his crewmates have left. Then it’s simply a matter of reaching back and detaching the disk from its place. Resting on the desk in front of him, it could be any program’s. That is, until he lays a hand on it and the central ring lights up an unmistakeable yellow.
The twinge of discomfort that follows isn’t just from the color. What little experience Alan has had with disks has been consistently unpleasant and the concept of manipulating someone’s very being with code still unsettles him. He tries to brush off his uneasiness; it’s his disk -- he isn’t hurting anyone by taking a look.
A thought is all it takes, and motes of light pour from the disk’s center. They swirl above it for a moment before clustering into a defined shape: a smaller reflection of Alan himself, picked out in midair.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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.
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I wasn’t messing with it, [he says, a touch more defensively than he means to. He tries again.] I wasn’t going to change anything.
[Still not a lie. Well, probably not.
He might have trouble passing up an opportunity to change circuit colors if at all possible.]no subject
[ Which is why, when she reaches him, she doesn't reach for the disc or try to yank it away. She's not sure how delicate they are and she doesn't want to screw it up. She just stands there, in his face, shorter than him but much more intimidating. ]
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Look, this isn’t-- it’s not safe for me to explain the situation right now, [Alan says, frustration mingled with nerves at being accused once again.] But this isn’t like what happened before. I didn’t take it from anyone.
[He realizes she likely thinks the disk is Clu’s. It’s his color, after all. Unfortunately it isn’t as if Alan can just tell Tex to go check with Clu himself; if the admin picks up the slightest hint of what’s going on, it would be all too easy for him to take advantage of the situation.]
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You're being cagey and I don't like it. [ She lifts her chin, narrowing her eyes at him. ] Tell me where it came from, then.
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I got it on the colony. [
Still not a lie.] It doesn’t belong to any of the programs here.no subject
[ She frowns slightly. ]
They had stuff there from my world too. Stuff I wouldn't want anyone having a hold of. Is that the only one there was?
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It’s the only one I found. [And, because he sees the ideal opportunity to change the subject:] What did you find there?
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[ She looks at him with a critical eye. ]
I wonder if that has something to do with why these things were there.
[ She knew she should have persisted in finding out more about the business, but at the time she'd been exhausted because of her recovery and she merely wanted to get the AI units out of there. ]
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Were there any AI stored in them when you found them?
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[ She still wonders, though, who had been in them before the units had ended up here. She's fairly certain the Project hadn't had this many extra. ]
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You said “unethical” things were being done to them. What exactly were those AI being used for?
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Ah no. I don't want to give you any ideas.
[ She says it a bit slyly; she doesn't really think he'd break an AI by torturing it, but he's obviously still willing to mess with these discs. ]
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Believe it or not, I don’t actually go out of my way to be unethical. [’I just have a natural knack for it, sometimes,’ he once again thinks rather than says.]
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[ She tilts her head a little, eyeing him. ]
If you found it at that junk yard I would think the program attached to it must be dead.
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Maybe, [he says vaguely.] I’ve never actually seen a program di-- derezz before.
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[ Taking an academic interest in such things is understandable, but she just doesn't like the way he skittered off when she arrived in the room. There's something weird about it. ]
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[It’s not a complete lie. It’s just that “programs here” in this case happens to omit himself.]
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What have you found, so far? I'm surprised it lights up on its own.
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[He sees an opportunity.] I was actually going to go ask Tron about it… [A glance towards the door and then back to Tex. Are they done here?]
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Let's, then. I'm interested in this, too. If we find out what happened to the program from the disc we might know more about where the junkyard is getting things.
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I, uh, think it would be better if I spoke with him about this myself. I don’t know how open he’ll be with you there too. [
That sounds like a reasonable excuse, right?] I’ll get back to you with what he says.[Now that she’s backed off some, Alan’s going to try and get by her. While still being very careful not to show the backs of his hands. So long as she doesn’t make any unexpected moves, he should be fine… right?]
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