( february event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: February 16th and on
Where: Throughout the Moira
What: After an exhausting month and a half, the crew tries to relax.
Warnings: Please label accordingly!

E V E N T

move & lull "Sometimes, the thing that brings us together also pulls us apart. " The beginning of the month was a whirlwind of confusion—for both seasoned and new members of the crew. Link’d Inc’s unsavory methods for obtaining information were revealed, the company’s front runner was murdered and planted on the ship, and with the help of Benjamin Link, the crew was able to free the kidnapped children and unlock the ship so that the Moira could get as far away as possible. It was a mess, but after the refugees were taken to a nearby by planet to start over, things have finally begun to settle down. The ship also has more crew than it’s ever had, and that can only mean one thing: more work. An unfortunate side effect of having so many bodies in one place, everyone is being asked to contribute; the captains implore everyone to chip in and do their share. Clean up after yourselves, don’t miss your shifts, and give fellow crew members a hand with their tasks if they can’t get them done on time. ☄ SPACEWALK ( 02.16 - 02.23 ) Eventually, Manasseh comes to the crew with a training opportunity. The captains are well aware that not everyone on board have learned essential skills for surviving and working in space. To remedy that, she has offered to take a week to train groups in the skill of performing space walks on the hull. Those who already have experience are welcomed as assistant instructors. Those willing will learn how to safely don a spacesuit and secure oxygen lines and tethers—for both themselves and others. All skills that will come in handy in case there is a need for emergency repairs, or if the crew encounters a low-atmosphere environment they wish to explore. Mysteriously, there is also a promise of something interesting on the horizon for those willing to learn. ☄ TREATS N' SWEETS ( 02.16 - EVENING ) As a way of extending an olive branch to the crew, the captains have cleared out the kitchen and mess hall early in the afternoon. Later that evening, the crew is asked to come down - via their MIDs - as the captains have a surprise for them. The tables are lined with finger foods, sandwiches, pretzels and chips, but the table in the very back is where the captains are lingering. They’ve made desserts for the crew, but they aren’t just any typical sweet concoction. They are each unique, and there are small, hand-written signs in front of each: •JUST RELAX: Mint chocolate chip ice cream scooped out into bowls and is the most sweet of the three. The first bite does little to the person eating it, but each subsequent taste results in an increasingly relaxed state. The more that is consumed, the more mellow the person becomes. •BE HONEST: A delicate concoction of science and the culinary arts, this dessert is refreshing and semi-sweet. The fruity flavors burst in your mouth, loosening your tongue, and result in a brief period of honesty. The reactions vary from person to person—anywhere from being more blunt than normal to answering any question that is asked without a filter. The effects wear off after an hour. •YOU'RE SWEET: A selection of small chocolate cheesecakes offer something rich and decadent to enjoy. Each one brings something a little different in terms of flavor, the taste lingering for some time after you’re done. Some make you feel indulgent, some make you feel romantic; this makes you feel both. Those that sample this dessert will feel lighter, happier, and more likely to indulge in romantic endeavors. The effects last for only one night, dissipating after a good night’s sleep. Those that do not require sleep will suffer the effects for two days. ☄ LANTERNS IN THE BLACK ( 02.23 ) The day starts out differently than most. The captains send a message saying that everyone has been granted light duty for the day, and once they finish their necessary chores, they are given the remainder of it to themselves. Around midday, an announcement will be made. The pilgrim fleet of Librae Prime will be performing their yearly Celebration of Life. They are on their way to a system decades away, and each year, they celebrate the lives gained and lost within their ranks by releasing a multitude of brightly colored lanterns out into space. The Pilgrims make a habit of inviting ships within range to participate as it is a joyful event for them. The entire crew is welcome to watch from the observation deck, the lights dimmed so the view can be properly appreciated, but those members of the crew who have participated in the space walk lessons or have previous experience have a special opportunity all their own. Manasseh invites them to the airlock with a supply of flying lanterns and an offer to put their new-found skills to use by releasing the Moira’s own lanterns. The morning after the flight of the lanterns a special surprise will await everyone in their mailboxes. A small lantern sits waiting for each member of the crew. It casts a soft light comparable to a simple nightlight and will hover in a stationary position when activated.

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Comments

[incantamentum]

[He raises an eyebrow at the question... and the speed at which the boy appears. It sent the crystal at his feet shaking at the sudden presence even as he steadies it with a toe and arches an eyebrow at the stranger.]

...not quite, my friend. I'm not an alchemist- they're mostly stuck within the practicalities of the science of it all. Its quite unnatural really.

[Except he turns to study the circle he was painting, expression turning quizzical.] Why would this make you think of alchemy... they're entirely different arts.

[takeitslow]

[Peter shrugs, leaning forward to inspect the drawing with interest.]

Saw a guy doing something kind of like this. Making something happen all weird like. Unless you just happen to have abilities. Which would be way cooler.

[He's a little hopeful on that. The last few times he's asked about something weird or unnatural he'd been told it was alchemy or magic. It'd be nice to hear someone just talk about being born with it for once.]

[incantamentum]

[Eric just cocks an eyebrow again.] I have many abilities... birthrights if you will. They come with the territory. [Because he'd been asked questions along this same vein roughly four thousand times he was slowly hoping that everyone would just find out already- not that he wanted to make a public announcement the same way Tyler had done.]

[takeitslow]

Dude, really? [He lights up, attention back on Eric.] When you say birthright, like you were born with it. In your DNA. Like a mutation?

[incantamentum]

[Eric frowns at that, bristling ever so slightly in the only way that would indicate that he's offended.] Mutation... no. I'm not human... it relies on an awful lot more than just DNA, too.

[takeitslow]

Christ, chill. [Peter is bristling himself, only if because he's getting tired of hearing people dismiss mutations. Some people here act too much like home for comfort.] Not like there's anything wrong with it.

[incantamentum]

[Eric chills practically instantly, putting his reservations back into the quiet parts of his mind.] My apologies- back home things like this are quite a big deal. [Mostly because mutation was usually synonymous with things like Lycanthropy but only when used in an insulting light. Or genetic mutations caused by human splicing experiments.]

[takeitslow]

It's a big deal where I'm from too. People react just like that. Those people are assholes. [He's still being sour, jaw tense and expression surly.] It was a compliment, asking if you were a mutant.

[incantamentum]

[Eric flusters again, reminding himself that everything here is different.] Of course, different worlds lead to different uses of vocabulary, I meant no offence. [He turns inquisitive.] I take it then that you are a mutant? [The word feels odd in his mouth, not quite normal.]

[takeitslow]

[Peter shrugs off the apology, leaning back on his hands.] Yeah. I am. Not an issue, right? What are you anyway, if not a mutant or into alchemy?

[incantamentum]

Not an issue at all, as long as you don't take offence at the term. [He smiles slightly.] Personally... I'm a witch.

[takeitslow]

Nope. [Far from it.] Witch? Like spells and potions and stuff?

[incantamentum]

[He smiles wider and nods quickly.] Exactly like spells and potions and stuff... [He gestures to the glass where he'd been painting the sigil.] This kind of stuff.

[takeitslow]

Kind of cool, man. [Even if he doesn't really get magic, the little demonstration proved it to be a lot more than the fairy stories he'd read his sister.] How does that actually work?

[incantamentum]

This? [He gestures again to the sigil.] Or in general?

[takeitslow]

How about both? I got the time.

[incantamentum]

Well this little beauty is actually quite complicated- its a mixture of charm, herbalism, ritual and incantation. [He gestures to the crystal even as he takes his glasses from a pocket and puts them on.] The crystal holds the power and the symbols and herbs... they're like the switches. In a sense, the crystal is the battery, the symbols the on switch and the herbs they're the controls. [He smiles at his own work before looking back.] When it comes time to release the lanterns it should provide a more concise view of what is happening out there- from the perspective of one of our walkers.

[He takes off the glasses again now that his examination of the symbols was done, wiping them on a cloth he produced from the same pocket.] The general however is a little more confusing- witches are both the battery, the conduit, the on switch, the controls, the engine...

[takeitslow]

[Peter's got a slight frown on his face as he's listening, forcing himself to keep focus. It's a lot and a lot he doesn't understand, usually a sure way to get him zoning out. But he's interested in this. And he asked.]

So the crystal has magic on it's own? Or is it because you're using it? Same with the herbs. Could other people make something happen or just someone like you?

[He chuckles a little at the analogies.] The whole damn ship, huh? If you're all those things, why need the words and symbols in the first place?

[incantamentum]

[Eric nods.] Certain magics, yes... anyone could perform them. In this instance the Crystal would continue performing the spell even if I wasn't here- you do, however, need someone to place the spell within the crystal which is exactly what I did before I came down here.

[He chuckles.] Magic can be too raw... it needs to be given directions. I may be steering the ship, of course, but I'm only really going forwards without something to give the magic substance. Its why we favour things like this, rituals, it gives structure so that the magic can't change on a whim. Unfocused magic is no game, after all.

[takeitslow]

Huh. [He cocks his head, staring at the crystal.] It doesn't make all that much sense to me. Guess it's just because we've never had anything like this at home. All the power comes from biology. Nothing mystical about it.

You talk about it like it's something alive. With a mind of it's own.

[incantamentum]

[Eric just grins.] Ours isn't biology... its something more. Of course magic is passed down through family, too. But there's also magic that reaches out and ignites the spark inside someone.

[He nods.] I see you're following, then. Magic is like a living element... it does have a mind of its own in a fashion, wild magic in particular can be quite unique.

[takeitslow]

Right. Sorry, but I don't follow. Cause that just sounds like it's given out randomly.


And that part sounds dangerous. How do you make something do what you want when it has its own will? Fancy words enough to make a living thing listen? Is it a power thing? You have to have so much power or practice before it does what you want?

[incantamentum]

Random, not quite. It tends to stick to bloodlines. They say the first witches became this way because the gods themselves decided to make it happen. [He smiles.] Sometimes more witches find themselves on the earth in times of need. [For example during the five century hunts witch-children were known to seemingly appear out of nowhere.]

It is dangerous, yes... for example if you're born a witch, then you must learn how to be a functioning witch. That's part of the job for us older ones, teaching. Its the same as everything, no? You can have the tools but you need the power and knowledge to use them.

[takeitslow]

So a religion with super powers slash the coolest inheritance ever. I guess I get that. The bloodline part at least. I don't even touch anything about gods or whatever. But, must really freak out the guys who aren't part of the family. Just getting magic one day, talk about a game changer.

You don't think people can't figure it out on their own? I mean, teaching can help, yeah. No one was teaching us how to function back home.

[incantamentum]

Oh no, its never just one day. For example a Human would not be suddenly gifted the power of the gods. Sometimes witches quite literally appear. [He chuckles.] Like an infant child appearing one day in the midst of a thunderstorm or a tough drought. Normally a local coven will adopt them into the clan. For example there are those among my own coven who do not share the blood, but they share the magics.

[He shakes his head though.] Alone? True growth is rarely achieved- some would go mad with the power, given no direction it could make their lives hell. Training and education is the best thing for any witch. Especially those who inherit greater power than others.