( 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

[worn_wings]

It takes him a moment to sort through his memories, and then he swings his head from side to side, pulling away a little from her and pawing at the remnants of his uniform. Somehow or other he's still wearing his belt and the knife attached to it, tangled up in the shredded fabric.

Just that. He nods, tapping the hilt, not bothering to say it aloud. Even if she can read a translation, he'd rather get by without talking when he can... Which is probably a lot of the time, they've got a lot of practice.

Fixing her with a serious look, he tilts his head to the side. So, now what?

[dum_spiro]

"All right," she says, nodding, without peeking at the translator. They often don't need words to communicate, and the more they're together she more she can grasp his mannerisms in that strange body. This also tells her that he left the ship in sort of a haste, his temper overruling all sense, because otherwise he would have been better armed.

"So," she continues, knowing he can tell she's hesitating, "I can go knock on some doors now, or if you'd rather get away from people first, we can go somewhere a little less crowded where you can wait."

Yeah, she's a little nervous about him waiting around here, especially if she's going to get into any less than friendly discussions and have some doors slammed in her face, knowing exactly how well that would go over. She's going to be asking people about what amounts to their religion, it's bound to ruffle some feathers; she's fine accepting whatever gets thrown at her, she just doesn't want Daryl and his werewolf-y temper doing anything he'd later regret.

[worn_wings]

It's a question that needs some thought. Lord knows he doesn't much like the crowds, but the prospect of finding some secluded spot to wait isn't very appealing when he'd be waiting alone. Since he fled the ship-- it's been, what, a day? Two? He's not sure-- that's been the problem.

Besides, on the off chance something goes wrong-- well, he might be relatively unarmed in terms of weapons, but suddenly that doesn't seem to matter much at all. He bends to nudge her shoulder. Go on. He's ready to follow.