thisavrou_log | ( october event log pt. 2 )

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( 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. )

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"You sure?" Because it kind of sounded like it, if he says so. Then again, it does seem odd for Daryl to do anything like that and Carl can see why maybe he is imagining what he heard thought he did. It's pretty crazy, after all. That there only is good reason to second guess himself. And it's for that reason he doesn't pose the question too seriously, instead shrugging it off after a brief pause. "I dunno. I guess I'm just hearing things too..."

There is something strange going on with him still. He ain't going to lie about that.

Daryl seems to pinpoint he is distracted anyway just by asking, so he doesn't hold back an answer by way of a nod. "Yeah, not really. I don't know exactly. I think I caught something from the colony down there and it's making me sick." Well, not necessarily sick, but if he knew how to explain it, he would. Best way he figures is to bring his arm up and let Daryl see the color it is starting to turn. The total opposite of cool.

Of course he's sure, so he doesn't bother answering-- particularly when Carl goes on to brush it off. And besides, there are bigger things to worry about.

Having his people here is a comfort; having something or someone here harming them, that's enough to trip his temper on its own. Right away he's on alert again, stopping short to look at Carl's discolored skin in alarm, his gaze focused sharply.

(If someone hurt his people, he's going to tear them apart. It's not a question. Barely even a thought. Just instinct.)

"When'd it start?"

The reaction from Daryl doesn't go unnoticed. But (again) it's in the realm of what's possible of his character so it doesn't seem too off. Or, rather, it's really easy to disregard.

Though Carl blinks and stares at him for a moment. His arm lowers after about a minute, uncomfortable with the idea of drawing other people to see it. His hands slide his sleeves down to cover them, one side at a time.

And it's a good question. When did it start? Thinking back, it's hard to say. He can only recall that it started on the planet. There were a bunch of people he ran into, including sample sales guys and the strange one trying to bless him. He can't imagine how they relate to this, though. (His opinion still is that it's some sort of alien sickness he caught.) But no detail seems too small to be sceptical of in retrospect.

"Uh, when I went down to the planet? It happened a little while after I was looking around the festival," he tries to reason it out aloud. "Bumped into a lot of people. And when I noticed, I came back back here."

The shifting glance, the way Carl moves-- it takes Daryl a moment to sort it out through his seething resentment that anyone would dare harm someone of his, but it makes sense. Of course he wouldn't want anyone else to see-- they're not safe here, they're not among their own family. Better not to be uncertain, to show weakness.

"So we dunno who," he muses, deadpan as ever, the hard line of his mouth not quite a frown, but close enough. He nods minutely down at Carl's arm.

"Think Carol could cook somethin' up for it?"

The other option is going to the doctors-- and hell if he trusts that. But if it comes to it, well, that's what they'll have to do.

Are you sure you're okay there, Daryl? Is something still at the tip of his tongue to ask they guy. But whatever it is, it seems he works it out.

And yeah. There is no clear answer to why this is happening anyway. No one for certain is at fault, so Carl's head bobs in response. "No idea. It could be just - it could be something I breathed in," he offers. You know, like a common strain of virus. It's not like they haven't dealt with something weird like it before. If Daryl catches the drift.

He then considers the idea of Carol's cooking for a moment. He's not too sure if it'll work, actually.

But. "It's worth a try."

The other option, after all... The one he was about to take his chances with before their run actually, was seeing a doctor. With this new option opening his eyes to go with family over someone he doesn't know, of course he decides he has to try it first. There's no question.

Of course, there's no simple answer. He grunts a vague response to that, agreeable but dissatisfied. It would suit his mood better if there were someone to blame, someone they could go after-- instead it's just a goddamn mystery.

Whether or not Carol's food can do anything to help... Well, who knows, but it's worth a shot.

So he nods. First things first. Fix it, and then figure out who pays.

Taking that vague response as his cue, Carl tentatively a couple steps toward the kitchen where Carol works to see if Daryl will follow. He is guessing that their best bet is to go there first. Look for her around her room if not there, second. This whole darn thing has him feeling antsy on the inside that, yes, he totally forgets that they could just call her. Something that would be a lot more simpler.

"Okay," he says. "Maybe we'll find her in the kitchen."

But Daryl's the tracker of the group. What does he think?

Sure, he's the tracker, but it's not like he's gonna sniff her out like a bloodhound.

(Give it a couple of days. Even now, without meaning to, he takes a deeper breath than he might otherwise, nostrils flaring, barely noticeable.)

"Probably," he nods, falling into step. It'd sure be easier if she was there, as far as food goes, right? If not, he's got a few places in mind... Though the idea of calling up on the MID doesn't occur to him, either.

Carl would probably freak out a little if he saw Daryl start to sniff the air for Carol like a bloodhound, honestly. He just thinks Daryl'd have a better idea since the two were always close.

Luckily the kitchen isn't too far and they easily close a third of the way when Carl speaks again, with the obvious delay. "I hope we do. I honestly wasn't thinking about going to her before. Probably should have." Really should have, he thinks. And that troubles him a bit. The sooner they find her, the less he'll feel bad about it though.

Going to one of their own absolutely would have been Daryl's first though, but maybe Carl is more comfortable here. That's not necessarily a bad thing. (It's not, he thinks, a good thing, either. They need to stick together, before all else, don't they?)

"'s all right, we'll figure it out," he murmurs, glancing down at the kid's arm, still troubled. "You figure out where it came from, you let me know."

And he'll take care of it. No one hurts his people.

If they had a doctor on board, maybe he would have thought of them... In any case, he tries not thinking too much about that now. Those people weren't around. Instead, he nods and tries again to think back what happened today. Retrace his steps...

But thinking on his steps mentally, doesn't do much good. He's just not seeing anything out of place. It does however give him the idea that maybe he should physically retrace his steps later on, and very carefully, too, if Carol's cooking works. It's an idea he's open to share when he thinks of it.

"Umm, nothing really seemed out of place back there," he thinks aloud, trying not to let that he can see the archer glance at his arm in his peripheral get to him. "Maybe we could go back and retrace my steps later."

As they walk, Daryl stays quiet... which is really the same as usual, actually. He nods at Carl's suggestion-- it's not a bad one, and it has the advantage of promising some resolution. If there's someone at fault, he wants them stopped. Or, at least, he wants to get in a few good shots.

"You get yourself taken care of and we'll head down," he agrees. Maybe he'll take the lead. See if anyone else looks sick, or... whatever this is. He's restless, it'd be good to stretch his legs. The more he thinks on it, the better he likes the idea.

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