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acatamods. ([personal profile] acatamods) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-02-12 12:27 pm

welcome to the horologium.






welcome to the horologium.
Some of you know it is coming. The World Jump, the chaotic thrust into a new universe. But some of you are new, and though you know what the mission is, it is a bit . . . troubling, sitting around and waiting for something to happen. But eventually, you get a message on your watch. It shows Astoria . . . dark hair framing her features, her voice light and musical. She sounds like herself, for the first time in some time . . . that spark of determination back in her eyes.

A MESSAGE FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD WITCH.
"It is time, my beloved Travelers, to go to our new destination . . . and I want you to know that I have the utmost faith in you. Akvos' loss has hurt us all, and I know that many of you doubt our mission. But please believe me when I say that you have done the best job anyone could ask of you. Akvos' destruction was not your fault . . . and to our newest members of our Circle, welcome to our journey. I can only hope that your journey here will work out to the benefit of us all."

That being said, you are journeying to the Horologium . . . it is a ship that has sent out a distress beacon. I am not sure when, or where, but I can feel great darkness, emanating from that place. I believe you all can combat what is done there, without interacting with the Void . . . so please, be safe, and I will see you all when you return."

And, just like that, there is a pull in your stomach . . . your vision blacks out and you feel the sudden sense of vertigo, a sensation of falling, and then . . . nothingness. You open your eyes, and you are suddenly waking up in the midst of . . . fog?


THE AWAKENING.
When you wake, you are greeted by metal — there’s an expanse of silver all around you. The cot you’re laying on is somewhat rigid, like a flattened wedge of cotton more than anything, encased in a capsule-like structure. Should you inspect your surroundings, you’ll find that there are three more cots in your room..or more notably, another person in the room in of itself. Depending on where you’ve been roused from your slumber, however, you’ll find that your circumstances differ.

➜ If you’ve woken up in the northeast wing of the ship, there seems to be a pool of saturated pink goo at your feet. It sticks to the bottom of your heel and collects at the very center of the room, oozing from the cracks and crevices within the metal lining of the walls. And even more notably, the goo has a particularly saccharine scent, as though it’s meant to be...consumed. Looks like you had the misfortune of waking up in the wing adjacent to the kitchen.

➜ In the northwest wing, the ship is functioning at an all time low. When you wake, the room is illuminated for a brief moment...before flickering out, only to leave you in pitch darkness. Power returns to the room intermittently and only for a few seconds at most, but it appears as though you and your newfound roommates will have to navigate the darkness if you want to leave.

➜ In the southwest wing, the fire alarm in your room has been activated for some inexplicable reason. It’s an obnoxiously loud siren that slices right through the whirring of the machinery around you — and it goes as far as to trigger the sprinklers hanging from the ceiling. Water sprays from above you, hopefully ensuring that you’ve woken up if nothing else has. It doesn’t seem to be draining either, so it may be for the best that you escape with some haste.

➜ In the southeast wing, your circumstances are for the most part rather unremarkable. An untouched room, mostly intact...until you try to open the door. It won’t budge — unless you have some form of super strength, your muscle power is rendered useless on its own. You might just have to commission someone else to help you...

Beyond your room, the word “Horologium.” stretches across the wall.

Welcome to your new home.




WHISPERS IN THE DARK.
In a way, it feels as though you’re suspended in time.

The ship is always humming, always whirring as it makes a haphazard attempt to function. The noise comes to a halt every so often, leaving you with nothing but silence and the idle creaking of the floor beneath you.

There are remarkably large, bright white doors that divide each and every wing. A circular window is positioned at the center of all 4 of these doors: but nothing can be seen through it. It’s likeness is that of a black hole’s, like someone had gone as far as to paint over it.

On every door, the same word is emblazoned in black lettering: EXIT.

Except the word itself appears to be scratched out to some degree — as though it were scrubbed out in a fit of desperation but remained no less.

When you see the door, you might be overcome with excitement. Or perhaps not. Regardless of what your reaction is like, the lights around you will dim and flicker at an alarming frequency. For a moment, it’s almost as though the gravity around you has slowed, and the hallways are becoming narrower by the second.. Voices and faces from the past emerge in your mind. You see someone you shouldn’t; they’re calling for you. They’re here with you right now, beckoning you to come closer...

If you reach the door and attempt to open it, it won’t budge. And the further you walk away from it, the more the effects will subside.

But there’s no telling if you’ll sleep well tonight.


INVESTIGATIONS
The ship is fitted to house approximately 500 people — it’s a bit of a ghost town, however, lived in but abandoned no less.

The chairs are in the mess hall aren’t aligned perfectly. The tables are a bit crooked. The lounge is lofty, but not pristine. The rooms may be barren, but it’s hard to shake the feeling that they were somehow someone else’s before they became yours. There’s an array of locked doors, varying in sizes and shapes, all of which withhold something potentially useful to you. You may be inclined to visit the lounge, the mess hall, rifle through the bedrooms . . . the ship is yours to explore.

However, how you interact with the ship is….entirely up to you. There is something to be found everywhere. Regardless of what you do, where you investigate and how, you might be tempted to look behind your shoulder.

After all, every decision you make matters...right?

(Every Player’s investigation prompt has the potential to differ greatly as your investigation will require mod input. We encourage you to ask as many questions as you would like, we are here to help and provide you with the information necessary.)

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!
spaceforged: (Feeling lost? Yeah he does that a lot.)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-02-27 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He spins his pen in his fingers in an idle motion. The pen rolls back and forth partly to distract himself from thinking too hard about how little they know. Again.]

I've been in space for two years seeing various alien languages. None of this is discernable to me either. But, you're not wrong. We are just treating the aftermath of whatever happened here.

[He stops rolling his pen and resumes writing out the serial numbers. The gun he'd given Prompto had already been jotted down these other two, would go to people who could fire guns effectively and were lacking in a firearm.]

We also haven't found all the main sections of this ship or any bodies, that I know of. Something happened here but it looks like they were caught unaware whatever it was.
spaceforged: (More talking)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-02-27 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
or one void is the echo of the other. [The thought makes him frown but it had to be voiced.] And yes, I did several times.

It never stopped feeling like that other void. It had the same pull on your sanity. Space is...feels different. You don't lose all sense of time within space. That void?

It felt like if we weren't careful we wouldn't even know who we were.
spaceforged: (Black Lion: Brace)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-02-27 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
That's my queue, then.

[His body turns to purple light and reshapes into hard lines and thick metal. His yellow eyes flare with light as he parts his jaws. One shake confirms everything is in working order and settled right.

Shiro brushes his lion body up against Keith with a deep rumble of approval.]


Just say when you need to rip the door open.

[He sits at his side, eyes providing more light to see the edge of the door by.]
teratias: (07. Grabbing a book)

[personal profile] teratias 2019-02-27 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
In that case, the void isn't just about the physical world, is it? It extends to the internal thought process and space, which makes it a far more concerning thing. Not that it is the Void's fault specifically. It could just be it's nature.

[Voids....can't change their spots? Don't quote him on it.]

I get your point though, about how it would compare to space. [This is great. But Shiro is good at explaining the harder truths, Waver has come to realize that much.]

Do you think it's possible for one to mesh into the other, somehow? Not...not like a black hole, but a gradient of space into Void?
intoningly: (58)

[personal profile] intoningly 2019-02-27 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zero's too busy uselessly spreading the gunk all over herself to pay him any attention, at least not until he starts unbuttoning his shirt. ]

What are you–

[ a pause ]

Yeah, that'll do. Give me all of it.
intoningly: (14)

1/3

[personal profile] intoningly 2019-02-27 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zero is silent, watching and listening a bit like a slightly agitated animal. it looks as if one wrong move or word could set her off.


....


...


... ]
intoningly: (74)

[personal profile] intoningly 2019-02-27 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ And then without so much as a warning she descends on the plate, mostly likely nearly taking Konoha's hand off in the process.

Zero eats like a woman who has not eaten in days. ]
intoningly: (58)

[personal profile] intoningly 2019-02-27 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once she calms some (she nearly chokes a few times, but swallows it down with brute force like a champ), she'll finally address Konoha again. ]

.. Why are you so nice to me? I'm basically a huge asshole to you every time we talk– and I'm probably not going to stop being an asshole even after this. You're not going to get anything out of it.
intoningly: (86)

[personal profile] intoningly 2019-02-27 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zero frowns, impatience rising. ]

I know monsters, kid. I've killed tons of them. I've killed humans too- they're not any different than monsters and most of the time they're just as ugly as em' too.
guiltycharge: (* half truth)

[personal profile] guiltycharge 2019-02-27 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Right, and it's probably what stopped the ship.

[Bold assumptions from a sassy lost child, but the idea did sound about right to him.]

If it's still onboard, and it turns out to be something we can hide from, I'd even be able to help. But for now, keeping a journal is the best I've got. Unless you have better ideas?
fuck1ngusernam3: (wat)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-02-27 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
How do I...

[He frowns at Firo for a second, then looks down at himself.]

Huh. Well, uh-

[He raises his eyebrows, shrugs. That's not bad. Not a miracle, not remotely, but not bad.]

My legs and shoulder aren't pissed at me anymore, so that's cool. So that's your thing? Healing, uh... just a little bit?
punshots: (✘ sierra.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-02-27 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
...W-what kinda machine are we talkin' here? I mean, maybe it's just a grumpy, oversized printer! That wouldn't be so bad...

[ But instead, he's picturing some kind of mechanical monster, to the order of a T-Rex with machine guns for arms.

Sometimes, having an overactive imagination is more a curse than a blessing. ]
punshots: (✘ transparent.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-02-27 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yep! Y'know, like a....uh.

[ Right. Sometimes he forgets just how ye olde she is. He pauses a moment, trying to figure out what the best way to relate this to her is. ]

It's like a boat! Except instead of sailing on the sea, you're sailing through the stars! Make sense?

[ If it doesn't, the premise of the game isn't all that important, anyway. Not as much as how to play, which, well...they'll get there. Alisaie is a smart girl and Prompto believes in her!

...But also don't bring down his score if this is co-op. ]
punshots: (✘ parallax.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-02-27 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ They can count on Konoha to have their backs in times of need like this. And even if it's food goop, it's still necessary. Funny how with Alisaie, Prompto often takes on the Ignis role...though they both do their fair share of making sure the other takes proper care of themselves.

Jumping up to his feet, he tugs on her hand that's still joined with his own. ]


Alright, up 'n' at 'em! Let's get you gooped up!

[ Is he making it better. ]
punshots: (✘ perpetua.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-02-27 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Prompto probably won't find that handprint on his forehead until the next time he seems himself in a mirror, thanks, Frisk. He's way too worried about Space Plague 2: Electric Boogaloo to think about a potential handprint on his face, though. ]

Uhh...well, last time? I got this super bad cold and fever, and then I started seein' people, and then I kinda went blind? The symptoms definitely ramped up...

[ Maybe he shouldn't have told them all of that. He doesn't want to freak them out! He probably doesn't have the space plague again...

...but then he gets a tickle in his throat. Oh, gods, he's dying. ]
lonered: (11)

[personal profile] lonered 2019-02-27 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
{Keith is used to the transformation by now, but that doesn't mean he misses the opportunity to watch, even if he mostly just winds up squinting against the light of it. He turns his attention back to the sword and the door.

Another moment and he glances back at Shiro.]


Okay. I think we've got it. Take it down.

[Go ahead, Shiro. Keith draws the laser sword free and steps back.]
blindfoster: (fae39)

[personal profile] blindfoster 2019-02-27 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He's really hoping this doesn't turn out like a bug zapper. He'll be in a lot of trouble if he comes home dead. Something about political chaos in the kingdom of the Westlands.

Whatever. Here he goes.

And it doesn't feel good. His vision is narrowing and his head feels foggy.

He can still hear her voice, but he can also here-- Quentin glances back, stopping and going stone still.]


Did you hear that?

[That was Raj. That was definitely Raj, right?]
weremongoose: (Image81)

[personal profile] weremongoose 2019-02-27 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a lawyer. It's my job to be cynical.

[Barabas points out blithely, or well, at least as blithely as one can when one's mouth has too many too sharp teeth.]

But one step at a time is probably the better approach.

[He thinks they're pretty good on the self-defense front for the moment. Hopefully. But the more they know they better prepared for that they'll be.]
Edited 2019-02-27 04:18 (UTC)
courtmagic: (daily.)

[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-02-27 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
All stashed in there? Good job getting them out, then, we can't play them in the vents! The cafeteria's got bigger tables, anyway.

[unless playing them would lead to something terrible happening. of course, glancing at them...]

...You know how to play them?

[maybe this kid can read alien language like the one woman can. he's not going to make assumptions.]
glitzandglamour: (💣002)

[personal profile] glitzandglamour 2019-02-27 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Mettaton splits his attention between what Pidge has to ask and the ship, his smirk tightening and his brow knitting while he focuses. It's fortunate that he's so good at multitasking, because the port alone gives him... the ship. It's beyond what he usually gets out of a computer.]

... Many questions that strings of numbers, commands, and protocols don't provide answers to... At first glance. Sorry! What I have at my fingertips is purely function, gorgeous. But who knows? With the right incentive, I could dedicate some time to pouring through this info for you. It would take time.

[Looking through all of this isn't exactly how Mettaton wants to spend his time. He drags his vision to meet Pidge's eyes, proceeding without missing a beat.]

But I can tell that what I have immediate access to is responsible for opening this door! It seems to recognize this handsome body of mine as a compatible device for overriding the lock... How fortunate for us. But I need to determine where the vulnerability is in the security. [His gaze shifts away before returning back to Pidge, his smug smile going with it.] I'll admit. I'm not... usually the one doing this kind of thing. I'm an entertainer, not a scientist.
courtmagic: (132.)

[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-02-27 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Just trying to get a sense of what people feel about it. You've got the right sort of idea, though - we can't change what occurred. We only did what we could, and that's all we're being asked to do.

[meddling with time any further would lead to a collapse in the present. it's not like they can ask Astoria to do any more.]

Plus, we have those we did save.
courtmagic: (sign.)

[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-02-27 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Trust me when I say it'd be really, really difficult to make my all time favorite.

[unless Konoha has powers that allow her to turn dreams into food, he'll content himself with the purely physical.]
courtmagic: (shout.)

[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-02-27 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[this is some dramatic, stupid looking air swimming that he's trying to do, desperately reaching for his staff which seems to be careless of their needs, going away from Merlin's hand.]

Don't you dare you ungrateful stick!

[Waver is not so unfortunate. but as if possessed by the spirit of one fluffy familiar, it keeps going, and Merlin's just making himself look like an idiot.]
glitzandglamour: (💣055)

[personal profile] glitzandglamour 2019-02-27 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[Mettaton attempts to maneuver his fingers around Kieth's forearm and is met with success, fortunately, but his grip is like a vice, far tighter than he intends for it to be. His expression conveys his displeasure at the uncontrollable nature of his actions, but he can't seem to loosen it in preparation to be hoisted up.]

Ah. That's as good as I can manage. Sorry about that, beautiful! Endure it for me. [Count of three.] One, and two, ...
courtmagic: (illustrate.)

[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-02-27 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
And what sort of monsters were they? What are we facing, Nier?

[his clever remark dies on his tongue, the smile on his face faltering just a touch.]