( 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

[brokeassgoing]

Stop that, if I throw up I'm puttin' your ass in the blender.

[a sagely look]

I'm a grown man.

[wallride]

A grown man threatening to throw an innocent lizard into a blender?

[brokeassgoing]

Innocent my ass! You're trynna infect me with your frog flu. I ain't havin' it.

[wallride]

No, actually! I'm trying to make you immune by controlled exposure!

[he grabs a pillow and hucks it at badou!!]

[brokeassgoing]

[it beams him right in the head, earning a squawk]

Fuck off, frog lips.

[wallride]

I'm your roomie, man! I ain't goin' nowhere unless you wanna take this up with the captains!

[he picks up another pillow, pressing it to his face then throwing it again while cackling.]

[brokeassgoing]

GO....TO THE CAN!

[he's having trouble with words in his frustration but
not enough to where he can't take off his shoe and chuck it at his roomie]

[wallride]

[it hits lúcio in the shoulder and he yelps dramatically, falling backwards onto his bed.]

Alright, you got me. I'm dead. Forever. Rest in froggy pieces. The beast is vanquished.

[brokeassgoing]

[badou cheers (for himself) and flexes]

I've slayed the beast, now do I get to loot your body for anything halfway decent?

[wallride]

[a loud razzberry comes from lúcio, lasting an impressively long time.]

You get my frog lurgies.

[brokeassgoing]

Naaaah I'm good. I can't even sell that.

[wallride]

[he raises a hand, point and accusational finger in badou's general direction.]

Not with that attitude.

[brokeassgoing]

No one wants frog boogers-- not even alien frogs. There ain't no way!

[wallride]

I bet there's a black market out there for this stuff.

[he props himself up on his elbows.]

Uh, hey. Anyway. I'm Lúcio, your roomie. I think that was obvious. I'm not usually a frog!

[brokeassgoing]

I hate that you're right.

[sighs]

and then he gives a nod.]

I'll believe it when I see it but...I'm Badou. Weird to meetcha.

[wallride]

Hey, if it exists, someone's willin' to buy it.

[lúcio makes an odd face that might be the drell version of an awkward grin.]

Weird, yeah. Where've you come from?

[brokeassgoing]

Don't I know it.

I'm from the Underground. You?

[wallride]

Brazil.

[underground? well, that could be literally anywhere.]

Where's the Underground?

[brokeassgoing]

Ah, that's in Europe still, right.

[it really could but its suspected its:]

Somewhere in Europe too, I guess.

[wallride]

Ehhh, there's been some tensions recently. I'm not where that union is goin'.

[the omnic crisis effects are still pretty severe even 30 years after the fact.]

That narrows it down!

[brokeassgoing]

Ahhhh...yeah there've been a lotta wars so I can see why.

[man you're preaching to the choir with that Nations Bullshit]

Yup, sure does. Doesn't matter though cause here I am.

[wallride]

A... lot?

[he only knows of the one in the last 100 years.]

You sure are, dude. Hey, I gotta ask. Please no parties in here. We were stuck on a party planet for a year and I'm kinda tired of 'em. Anything else is fair game.

[brokeassgoing]

Yup.

[still with the vague, his specialty. then he snorts]

I wouldn't have a party in here if I was paid for it. I'm not bringin' anyone back so don't you bring anyone back. I don't believe in that hangin' the sock on the doorknob bullshit.

[wallride]

Ha! I'm gonna hope you keep to that, man!

Er. Especially seeing as we don't actually have a doorknob...

[brokeassgoing]

Oh fuck. [his expression is grim]

....Just fuck em somewhere else. Jeez.