( 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

A. Input Kitten, Receive Bostrumite

[a_perfect_end]

He grabbed a uniform jacket first thing, smothering the allegiance blazing green on his arm--threat, hazard, target--but there was nothing to be done about the rest of it.

He's not used to, will never be used to, the lack of directive impelling him onward. Taking a walk because he wants to has his processor racing, and the incoming data is a jangle of conflicting signals without any metric to sort them by. And for all that, he feels suspiciously well--a weird calm brought about, in part, by a new and intense curiosity.

Absent a relentless drive to quantify things, he's free to notice them instead--the slight slope of the walls assisting artificial gravity, the low machine hum of the ship herself (did the captains choose her designation, or had she?)--

The tiny red-lit blot of darkness, just visible in the relative low-light condition of this area, and the way it emitted a trembling variant of a very familiar frequency. Definitely a life-form.

Preliminary inspection suggested it was fuzzy...

What use was caution when there were discoveries to make?

“Hey,” softly, kneeling to conduct a better visual analysis, wiggling fingers persuasively, “where are you from, little guy?”

/WAVES SHENANIGANS BANNER

[notglitching]

Definitely a life-form. Definitely fuzzy. Definitely glowering belligerently on principle as the user—

(Program?)

[Clu.]

Oh.

Clu.

Rinzler stops. Rinzler stalls. Rinzler does his best to sort the mass of conflicting prompts, very few of which match up to this frame at all. Clu is here. (Bow?) (Wait?) (Why?) Clu is out of cryo, Clu is here, and Rinzler needs to... no, his disk...

...

He doesn't have a disk, does he?

He doesn't have a disk. He isn't code. Recognition is limited to audiovisual cues, no pull of directive toward the voice above. It's... confusing. Rinzler sits down. (Was he supposed to?) Looks up. Definitely Clu. The question seems... oddly pointless, though. (Stupid.) Shouldn't Clu know? The cat's head angles a little to the side, rumbling evenly. He is glad to see his admin made it out of stasis safely.

Even if he's pointedly ignoring that gesture. Wiggling fingers are not a valid input, Clu.

[a_perfect_end]

Bull. He's seen these things fall out of trees, and they are totally responsive to little darting prey-motions--whether by fingers or leaves or laser pointer.

Only.

This one sits and looks at him, right at him, head canted like it's waiting for him to do something.

Can a felis catus why does he know that, junk data, useless crap Flynn taught him to explain dead languages--can it even do that. Something about the behavior is too familiar, even through the flood of intuition and guess and how come I've never just camped in the library before; I bet they have every season of--

He's drowning in ephemera, no sort order, and what he can focus on are all the wrong inputs.

But there's something about its behavior.

Sit. Wait. Input request?

...Also, it's glowing. Bright rubylith orange.

"...No." But it's an astonished hum, his face pulling into an entirely unfamiliar configuration he doesn't smile in earnest. "No way."

That's too far a leap, even for ISO nonlogic.

--And too cute--