( 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

[saveyourserpent]

Liquid was indeed expecting more of a fight, but that's not something that's necessary as the taste and smell of blood take over his senses. It's not quite the same taste as other humanoids he's tried so far, but it's blood and he has no need to be picky.

Finding somewhere to bite is a little harder with the fur to contend with, but he just lets his instincts guide him. They seem to have this down.

There's a part of him that can't help but entertain the idea of never letting go until his brother's finally dead like he'd wanted that long ago, but the logical part of him squashes that thought just as quickly as he'd had it.

The last thing he needs is to get kicked off the ship for a vampiric blood rampage.

When he's had enough to be sated for the time being, with plenty left for Snake to keep being alive and everything, he pulls his fangs out, taking a step back and making a show of disgustedly pulling fur out of his mouth. Looks like he's calmed down a bit.

"That wasn't quite my intention, but..."

[soldiergenes]

If there had been any indication that Liquid was planning to drain him dry, Snake would have done something about it. He's willing to take a hit for the team, so to speak, and donate his blood to the cause. If it solves the problem and makes it so that Liquid doesn't have to corner some unsuspecting alien to get what he needs, then so be it. But Snake sure as hell isn't going to die for something like this.

Thankfully, that doesn't become an issue. Liquid takes a fair amount of blood, enough to have Snake feeling a little unsteady in the aftermath, but it's nothing life-threatening.

That being said, he does have a wound in his arm now -- two, in fact, where Liquid's fangs had sunk in. Some pressure and a clean bandage should get him fixed up in no time, and then he could probably sleep for a good twelve hours if he wanted. Maybe that would be the best thing, since it means his current furry state will come to an end sooner.

"Doesn't matter." For as worked up as Snake had been before, he's calm now, more focused on his arm than on Liquid as he presses his opposite hand against the puncture points.

Eventually he levels his gaze on Liquid, expression controlled but firm. "So if I tell you to get your ass back to the ship now, are you gonna listen to me?"

[saveyourserpent]

Liquid was planning on heading back, but he pauses when Snake mentions telling him to. Well, that's one way to make him change his mind, isn't it? He sneers, bloody fangs quite visible. "What, is it past my bedtime? I'm nocturnal now." Well, probably.

He's absolutely willing to stay here and stand his ground about going out even if he doesn't need blood so much anymore, but a movement of his arm makes him wince slightly. He can't exactly go clubbing or whatever the hell nightlife they've got this late with the big wound in his shoulder, and he acquiesces with a theatrical sigh.

"Fine." He holds his hands up, one higher than the other. Better go get this patched up, even if it means listening to his brother.

He turns to head back, but stalls for a second. "Thanks," he grumbles, begrudgingly.

[soldiergenes]

Both of them need to lick their wounds after their confrontation, that's for sure. Strange, that they seem capable of walking away from an encounter where they'd literally been at each other's throats, where Snake had clawed into Liquid and Liquid had bitten Snake, and it feels like it will soon enough be business as usual.

As far as Snake's concerned, he's done his job. While he'd rather it wasn't his responsibility to keep his brother in line, it's not like anyone else is going to do it. He sure as hell doesn't want to drag Miller or Venom into it if he doesn't have to.

When Liquid actually thanks him, Snake looks shocked for a moment, though it might be difficult to pick out that expression on his transformed face. He grunts, and shrugs. "Better this way."

Then he starts back for the ship, figuring he'll take a different route from Liquid to avoid any awkwardness. He's ready to go collapse into bed for a good chunk of time.

[saveyourserpent]

Now that Liquid's thirst is (however slightly) quenched, logic prevails a little more. Although, had it actually escalated into more of a fight, he would have been happy to keep going. Part of him wishes he did keep fighting, but most of him just needed blood. Any blood.

However long this lasts, this is going to be a chore.

"I suppose."

Liquid notices something in his expression, but hell if he knows what it actually is. Besides, the pain in his arm's starting to get kind of distracting. He's used to ignoring that sort of thing, sure, but wait long enough and it'll get to you.

He nods, silently, and heads to the ship too, planning to take a different direction as well. Looks like he's on his way to medbay.