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
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Maybe Liquid hadn't drained him excessively, but it was enough to make him a little bit disoriented.
"Intense...right," he says curtly. "As if being human is not intense for me, thank you very much for taking advantage of it..."
Although he's acting annoyed, there's a rush of color in his cheeks. No way he would ever admit he enjoyed the prick of pain and the sensation against his neck, of course. Well--He wouldn't dignify it with words.
That's his business.
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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.
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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?"
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"I wasn't planning on killing you." Not that he was planning on anything but it's probably better to tell him that than anything else, isn't it? "I'll... explain later. Just..."
Part of his mind takes in that whole 'friends' part, but that's kind of shut down when his instincts take over again and he once again sinks fangs into Mettaton's neck.
Don't worry, he's sure he'll take control again before he can kill him.
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Pain. He doesn't mind it, it reminds him even more than before that he is alive, and he takes some comfort in that fact. Closing his eyes, he lets out a breath and a small, indeterminate noise.
The longer it goes on though, the more tired he becomes, to the point where he can't help but wrap one arm around Liquid's shoulders just to steady himself.
Surely...the man meant what he said? He wouldn't kill Mettaton, right?
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And it hasn't even been that long since then.
He feels like he could feed forever, doing nothing but drink blood until... oh, who cares when he'd stop. When there isn't any left, he supposes.
It's when an arm wraps around his shoulder that he can really shake himself out of it, and he pulls his teeth away from Mettaton's neck, looking satisfied, but also a little concerned.
"You alright?"
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He doesn't think he can move for a little while. Liquid can probably tell just by how much Mettaton is leaning on him, but it's still worth mentioning.
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Not by much though, probably. Most people don't get a lot of their blood drained.
"Yeah... You probably shouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon."
Which means Liquid's probably got babysitting duty until he can actually move a little. Good vampire times.
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"I have never felt such an intense need to take a nap...goodness, aren't humans fragile? And here I thought you were all so much more sturdy."
What does that say about monsters? Haha...ha...
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Mettaton might be physically exhausted, but at this rate, Liquid's going to be mentally exhausted soon enough. He's still thirsty. He probably won't stop being thirsty.
That's certainly a thought.
"Under... normal circumstances, we don't exactly go around losing mass quantities of blood all the time. Humans are pretty sturdy in some areas and... a bit too fragile in others, I suppose."
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Mettaton shudders. He feels cold, and maybe just a little apprehensive around Liquid at this point. He wants to trust the guy, he really does. But he can't take another bite like that, he feels.
"Darling do you mind terribly if I ask...you take me to the Medbay? I really don't...feel..."
He closes his eyes and doesn't finish the sentence.
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Well, shit. Well, this was his fault.
"Alright, yeah, let's go." Even without his Sangui strength he'd be able to move Mettaton to his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and with that done, he carries him off towards the medbay.
I feel like we've reached a natural endpoint hereabouts!
As it stands, Mettaton doesn't answer. He doesn't complain when he is carried so unceremoniously.
He just deals with it since he lacks the strength to do otherwise., eyes remaining closed. He...might be passing out soon. Still, he's vaguely conscious of the fact that he's happy to have helped in any way.
fingerguns
Soon enough, he makes it to the medbay. Okay, time to deposit him and hope no one asks any questions.
Liquid Snake has fled!