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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thisavrou_log2016-10-19 10:32 am
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Or trying to take off their clothes to swim in a fountain and yelling nonsense. Which I think was me after I kissed you. I don't remember it much.
[She gives him side glance, a smile playing on her lips. Usually she hates this sort of thing. Unless she thinks she maybe has an upper hand. Or an easy escape. But somehow she trusts Thane won't try to corner her.]
So we could give it another try?
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[She had also, at one point, seemed to be convinced someone named Meredith was watching them from the shrubbery, and then proceeded to vomit on said shrubbery, but he feels it would be kinder not to mention that. There's a line between teasing and being a jerk, and he has no interest in crossing it.
And then she asks that...He turns his head fully to look at her, sees that glance and that smile, and feels a warmth in his gut that has nothing to do with the heat of their environment.]
We could.
[He agrees with a matching smile of his own.]
I feel it fair to warn you, however, that if we try it right now I don't think it's likely you'll experience any intoxicating side-effects.
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[This is a strange thing, in a strange place, and Hawke wonders if perhaps she is strangely intoxicated in a way she can't explain. Perhaps she should have taken less of that cold medicine Tony gave her.]
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[DUDE. BUDDY. FRIEND.]
I'm nearly naked and I'm waiting.
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[She'd been so forward the last time, he'd sort of expected a repeat. But, he's danced this dance before, and as she's clearly impatient for him to make the first move, he wastes no more time. Even as he finishes uttering his apology, he's leaning in, watching her eyes - which are beautiful, despite their alien appearance. He presses his lips to hers, softly but firmly, very different from the passionate, heavy kiss she'd given him on the island.
That could change, however, pending her response.]
damn right
Of course that's always her undoing. In the end, Hawke is all passion, no depth when it comes to these sorts of relationships.]
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THERE
Her towel slips off her chest and settles around her waist but she doesn't care. Thankfully they're the only ones occupying this part of sauna. Not that it would have caused her any concern if they weren't. She's now half sitting, half straddling his lap, his knee between her thighs.]
boop
He raises one of his hands to cradle her jaw, fingers curling around the back of her head and neck. It's been ages since he's kissed someone like this. He'd honestly never expected it to happen again. And now it is, probably mere days before...well.
Gently disengaging, he keeps both his hands where they are, and seeks out her eyes with his while he takes a breath - one healthy, pain-free, easy, life-supporting breath. Who knows how many of those he has left?]
Hawke. How much have you thought about this?
[It would be so, so easy to take this to its natural conclusion. Perhaps not right here, in a public space, but somewhere, and soon. But there's too much going on, in his mind, at least, for him to allow that to happen without talking about that first. It would be doing her a disservice, and that's the last thing he wants.]
WHOMP
She pulls back. Thane has the right frame of mind and good intentions but to Hawke her mind zeroes on the fact that she's being rejected. That he doesn't want her or this and bearing what she did to him was a dire mistake. He now knows the weakness in her armor and that's dangerous.
There's a cough as she pulls back and pulls the towel back around her and tries to stumble into a standing position even though her body feels strangely disconnected from her mind.]
No. Didn't think. Probably should have thought about it. Thinking is good. I like thinking about things... like things I have to do. Somewhere else. A place that's not here.
nooo
- incidentally she does have quite a nice front, he's not sure why humans make such a fuss about lady fronts, though he is aware that Hawke's is...smaller, than average -
- He leans forward and catches at one of her hands with his, hoping to at least slow her hasty retreat.]
I believe you've mistaken my meaning. Please don't leave just yet - I have every desire to continue, as long as you're willing.
BABY
She's clearly completely unsure about what to do here.]
So you're not going to lecture me about not thinking? Because I like not thinking.
weh
[Well, she hasn't left yet and she's letting him hold her hand, so...He gives her a little tug...back toward the bench, or his lap...it's her choice. Or, she can remain standing, if she wants. He'll hold her hand for as long as he's allowed.]
I merely wish to ensure that when we move forward, we're on the same page. I've come to care deeply for you, and I don't have a lot of time left. I expect this will be one of my last memories in this life, but not yours, and so I would prefer to proceed with your best interest at heart. I don't wish to inadvertently hurt you; if stopping here might make my departure less painful for you, then I believe that should be considered. But, if you desire to have that memory after I'm gone...I apologize for overthinking.
;-;
Her hand closes tightly around his for a brief second as she shrugs.]
Everyone always leaves. Or dies. I'm used to it by now. I can handle it.
[Mother, Father, Bethany, Carver, Isabela. All dead or gone. Everyone else would likely leave eventually.]
._.
He's said what he meant to, and she's heard him and given her answer. He can apologize again, which he doubts will help any, or he can kiss her again, and, perhaps redirect her thoughts to more pleasant matters.
It's not a difficult decision. If she meets his eyes, he'll hold her gaze for a moment or so. If not, he'll study her features for about that long anyway, before once again pressing his lips to hers, firmly, affectionately, and with clear intent.
They're going to need to find somewhere private very soon.]