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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Kkkkind of? Ish? It's important to me. Probably like a....4 to you though.
[AWKWARD SMILES ALL AROUND. riptide suddenly feels very nervous and very stupid.]
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You're wasting my time.
[Because right now, seeing Riptide standing there is a stark reminder that they lost two people to this mutiny. Two sparks extinguished. One given to save them all.]
[A mutiny that he couldn't stop. A mutiny that he couldn't see coming because he'd grown complacent.]
[A mutiny he may have deserved.]
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[he huffs, realising that this entire thing IS stupid and balls the letter up (all five pages) and tosses it into the nearest bin.]
Forget it.
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Good work. I'll be sure I add the proper commendation to your file.
[The way he says this is almost too autonomous.]
Now, if you're done showing me how to properly dispose of trash. I am sure there is something more important you can be using your time for.
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[he turns on his heel.]
Ultra... not very approachable Magnus.
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I was under the impression that the fact that I had become more approachable, more lenient in my duties, that it caused you, as well as the majority of the rest of the crew, to see me as someone who turned his back on you in favor of Megatron.
And, I admit. I was too relaxed. I had too much...
I was having...fffff...
Fun.
And look where that landed us. Landed me.
I'm rectifying what was clearly a grievous error.
[As he speaks, his voice slips. The autonomous tone cracks exposing the more heated voice underneath.]
'Stop trying.' Your words, Riptide. And I found them to be true. That the only way to prevent that level of complacency is to keep the crew at arm's length. To do my duty and due diligence as the Second-in-Command of the Lost Light. A duty I fully intend to carry out aboard the Moira as well.
Because of my negligence, two comrades died.
It will never. Happen. Again.
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[riptide isn't sure why he's saying these stupid things. he's not sure why he thinks this was the right way to go, but for some reason he can't stop himself.]
That's all it always comes back to! Ultra Magnus, Ultra Magnus, Ultra Magnus!
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[But something seemingly holds him back...and instead, the larger bot pushes by Riptide.]
[And as he does so, he says one simple thing.]
Ultra Magnus is dead, Riptide.
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he lets magnus push past him, optics going hollow for a moment. everyone dying is the outcome he's expected for a long time.]
Sure he is. I'm going.
1/???
[A short time later, however, curiosity gets the better of Magnus, and he returns to the scene. He rummages through the bin to recover the note that Riptide had crumpled up, then wanders into his room.]
[He sits at his desk, the crumpled note still in a ball in front of him. Anxiously, he taps his digits on the side of the desk. Did he want to read this? Was this really something he wanted to deal with right now? There was already so much...]
[He reaches for it and carefully sorts the crumpled pages out, pressing them firmly on his desk until they were reasonably flattened.]
2/3
[What he finds...well, he finds an honest and sincere apology. He finds that Riptide was actually benefiting from Magnus' continued interventions...that he was...he was doing better. He was thanking Magnus.]
[And then...then came the praise. How Riptide actually looked up to Magnus. And how...how after everything that had happened, Riptide would honestly and truly try and make things right. That he may never have all of their trust ever again but...he was going to persevere...]
DONE
[Slowly, he reclines in his chair.]
[After everything that happened...after everything that was going to happen...he never expected a 'thank you' note come from one of the sources of his internal conflict. His spark constricted. His engine shuddered.]
[Slowly, he brings a weary, creaking hand up to his face, shielding his optics from his desk lamp. His fingers run along the crest of his helm, and his optics darken.]
[He falls silent.]
[He's thankful he's alone right now. It would be difficult to explain the thin lines of light trickling from behind his hand.]