( 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

[hellsbel]

That's as definite a no! as could be expected from a creature approximately the size and weight of a teacup. Hopefully less fragile... but stalking Rinzler all over the colony to keep him from being stepped on again doesn't really appeal. With a half-smile and a serious nod, Bel stands and heads for the corner at the other end of the alley. There's got to be a place nearby to break into laughter without damaging Rinzler's sensitive self-image.

The whole business is tiring, though, and Bel's step is slow -- maybe Rinzler will follow them instead. Getting too old for this.... It's not surprising the poor thing should be nervous; who knew what he'd seen others turn into lately. Someone should take him back to the ship before he gets hurt. Even the air feels heavy today.....



...The choked sound that grates around the corner a few moments later, just out of Rinzler's sight, is not one of amusement.

[notglitching]

The kitten stands its ground as Bel nods and turns, only the continued twitches of his tail betraying his wariness. That went... easier than expected. If it was really over. And if the user wasn't planning to go tell others about his current state.

Not that Rinzler would mind having an excuse to test that weaponry.

Still, there's not much to be done about potential future threats now, and Rinzler has his own challenge to work on: getting back to the ship without letting the user think he was following. The headstart might help. A different route would be even better, and the program glances around for an appropriate vantage for pathfinding before spotting a tall tree.

He dashes closer, leaps up, claws digging in to the soft-scaled bark to propel himself further up. It takes surprisingly little friction to maneuver when you weigh less than a pound. Score one point for this form. Rinzler clings to the side, small head craning for the top... when he hears a sharp choking noise from around the corner.

The same way the user went.

Rinzler peers in that direction curiously. There's not much to make out between the tufted mass of branches, but one of the longer extensions goes in that direction. The kitten stalks out along the narrow branch, one foot in front of another as he looks for a good view.

[hellsbel]

It had started fast. Only moments until Bel had realized that the sudden change in temperature and humidity wasn't coming from the air around them. A spate of very blue language later, with nowhere but a little cobbled alcove under the trees to escape to before it was too late, a wave of dizziness tipped the ground out to one side.

Then everything went away.

Maybe it wasn't painless; there was a lot of growling, a loud pop as the seams of Bel's tunic gave way, some thrashing and scrambling. But when it was over, the thing lying in the cobbled alcove seemed to be unconscious, tangled in now-ill-fitting clothing.... and covered with shaggy, grey-brown fur.