thisavrou_log | ( 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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It's understandable enough; that fear is a deep-seated thing that wasn't easy to deter, but she does her best as her fingers flex in a quiet request for him to come closer.

"I can barely hear you dear; can I get a look at you? It looks like everything is still in order but I'd like to check, if you'll let me."

At the rate he's been running into things, she's worried about him.

He hesitates, but finally gives a small nod, holding still so she can look him over. He seems to be pretty much uninjured, with the exception of a few scrapes and bruises - not to mention claw marks where he's been clutching at his arms from his own anxiety.

Her hands settle at his elbows to cradle his arms on hers, looking over the scratches and running her hands up through his fur to peer at his skin beneath. She finds a few patches of redness she knows would be tender and soon turn to bruising, fluffing him gently and combing it back into place after to smooth his appearance back down. He isn't the first wolf she's seen and he likely won't be the last at the rate everyone's changing— blood bags flying out of medbay, people turning blue, people turning to floating pumpkins, into wraiths, inhumans turning human.

Angela's taken to carrying around small canisters of her nanites, and she produces one of the glowing glass jars fitted with a spray top to show Ginko, her other hand going up to smooth over his head and run over one flattened ear with a careful touch before her thumb fits up under it to rub.

"Have I shown you how I heal people before? I'd like to take care of these scratches for you. Will that be all right? It doesn't hurt, and it'll be quick. It feels a little warm, but in a nice way. You're otherwise just fine, Ginko."

Ginko's ear flicks in surprise when she rubs under it, but he doesn't move to pull away, instead unconsciously leaning his head against her hand a little.

He hesitates, then nods once again. "...Okay. Thanks."

When he leans his head into her hand she continues to rub, smiling up at him from where's knelt before him and she uses her other hand to work the canister of nanites. It's aimed at the slashes on one arm, sprayed, and then the other. It would take a few minutes to seam flesh back together, but it would sink in through the wounds and spread through him for any other injuries as well, helping soothe the bruising and mitigate swelling and tenderness, with a general anesthetic to help with the pain.

It would, unfortunately, not revert any of the changes made to his body, but it would heal what damage was done. She pockets the jar once more and runs her fingers through the fur on his arm, carefully skating the claw marks to watch them begin to heal.

"There we go; it should finish in a bit. Does that feel better?"

"Uh-huh... thanks."

Now that he's calming down, he feels... a little silly about having been running around like that. He still doesn't move away from her, but he shifts nervously back and forth, staring down at the ground. "Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for, sweetie?"

Her tone is borderline amused, glad to see him settling as she takes one of his hands in her free one, holding it up to have a look at his fingers. That he had clawed himself is evident enough— there's still a bit of skin and blood clinging to his nails— claws, now— and he remains as nervous as ever. She ruffles his head as she would were he still sporting his mop of hair, rising up from her haunches and bending right back down to press a light kiss between his ears.

"Would you like to tell me what happened? What were you running for...?"

"For... for running into you," he mumbles. His ears flick in surprise again at the show of affection, but he only hesitates for a moment before answering.

"I..." He barely knows himself, honestly - and what little idea he does have, he is... not sure he should admit to. It feels really, really stupid. "...I dunno. I just... something was wrong."

"You didn't mean to, and you didn't hurt me. It's all right." Just that simple, really. There were far worse things than being run into by frightened teenage boys turned into something that had scared them. She isn't upset with him in the least, nor does she treat him any differently, when all is said and done. The admission leaves her offering a little shrug, as if saying it isn't too important whether or not he tells her. "You're not mistaken, with how much you've changed. But it won't last long; it never does. Were you heading anywhere in particular?"

The reminder that it probably won't last is something of a relief, at least.

He shakes his head. "Not really. Just... trying to find people, I... I guess."

"Understandable enough, when something like this happens. I was going to the Nomo deck to fetch Eiger; would you like to walk with me?"

It isn't terribly far; a few more hallways and down a floor, possibly through the Gardens. They might run into someone else there, but at least she'd be at his side to keep him from bolting.

He hesitates, but then nods, just once. "...Okay. Um... who's Eiger?"

"My dog; you've seen him before, haven't you? Silver and white, though the silver's growing darker. He's gotten clumsy on his legs; they're growing quicker than the rest of him."

Angela straightens to her feet and settles a hand at his shoulder, beginning to walk.

"Oh... yeah, I think I have."

He sticks close by her, watching his pawlike feet with a frown. He might just understand Eiger's problem here.

( october event log pt. 2 )

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