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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-10-19 10:32 am

( october event log pt. 2 )

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. )
keelahselai: hollow art (paparazzi catch my fly n my cocky fresh)

[personal profile] keelahselai 2016-10-23 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The light she'd seen, just a hint of something bright in the shadows, solidified as her eyes adjusted into something small and fluffy, not hazy, bright orange lights fuzzy through black fur. She'd thought it might be a flashlight, maybe, or something like an MID turning on, but no. It's a kitten - she's had a whole year of living on a ship where those grow on trees to know one when she sees it.

The connection doesn't come immediately between the cat and any crew member of the Moira, though. These things never become your immediate assumption even after they've happened to you more than once. Not even when it's happening to you right now.

She crouches down in front of the animal - she's trying to be slow around a body that wants to do everything much faster - but it's already making a noise that's...rather like the ones she's been making. Funny, that.

"Shhh, hey." She's whispering, so instead of a screech what emerges is more of a hiss, an angry snake on rustling leaves. Her hand reaches out, low to the ground. She's shaking - tiny little jerks of her arm - with the effort to be slow. Not that she can reach it from where she is - she'd have to close the gap a lot more first - but she's seen people doing this with cats before. Kind of waving their hands at them aimlessly in hopes of something happening.
notglitching: (crack - all hail the glowcat)

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-10-26 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
As surprising as Rinzler's voice might be, this creature's is definitely louder. It coils, and he bristles sharply, hair-covering rising to nearly double his own size. Not that that does much. As a half-grown specimen of those already-small tree kittens, Rinzler currently stands less than a handspan in height.

His opponent doesn't leap, but the juddering, twitching motion of the limb that snakes forward is almost worse. Glitching. Viral, and if he can't confirm the guess without his scans, even the possibility is enough to swamp cognition with sheer loathing. And maybe the slightest bit of fear. Visuals are a close match. Audio and motions not much different. And if it is infectious, can he even fight that in this shell? All his weapons require contact.

He can't afford to not. Rinzler stands his ground, warily glaring at the extended limb as a low, furious warning growls out from his core. His eyes, though, flit down briefly, checking the surface underneath the creature for any signs of contamination. It seems intact for now...