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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!
archaeo: (06.)

[personal profile] archaeo 2019-02-15 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
What happened before wasn't-

[She said she wasn't going to try and keep explaining herself and get all mushy, but at this point she feels like she has to in order to save her dignity.]

It was like this. It was weird shit, okay? One moment I was here, then I was home for a few weeks, then I was here again. That witch or whoever's really pulling the strings here, they messed with me.

[Sighing, she takes a seat against the wall opposite Zero.]

Not like it matters. She's not the one I hear anyways. And I'm over her.
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[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-02-15 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[two long haired careless men in a room. at least no one has walked in on their musing yet.]

Oh, that wasn't my intention. Do you want a scary story?

[in all his years, he's amassed stories on every subject. he's no author, no famed teller, but he remembers - and he can do his best.]
courtmagic: (journey.)

[personal profile] courtmagic 2019-02-15 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[it's good that Merlin's honestly not doing anything too important, just wasting one of the metal pick up sticks in trying to create something that'll vaguely work as a lockpick.]

Likely depends.

[he's glanced up to look at the star shaped objects, grateful for some kind of distraction from his useless, failing task that he's not trying terribly hard on.

look, he's saving his strength to wrench open a door.]


What are they?
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[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-02-15 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
I was doing a sweep of this hall and found you here.

[He climbs to his feet and glances around the hall. They're alone but the uneasy feeling he's been plagued with since they got here stays with him. Whatever happened here on this ship...

Shiro chooses to ignore his dread for now as he dips his head down to watch him.]


You're a little ways from the lounge, I came from there.
Edited 2019-02-15 08:35 (UTC)
thedarkbond: (undead angel)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-02-15 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm, I guess that would explain the flickering... [It's easier to identify the direction of the voice if they're actually conversing, so Ren's movement closer starts to get a little more sure when Sheryl's actually speaking.

He has to stop himself from laughing at the idea of him ever having a power like that, though - light was never really his area.]
I'm afraid not...I guess yours isn't either? I'm starting to wish I brought a torch...

[He's getting reasonably close to her now, judging by the sound of his movement and voice, and is slowing down again so he doesn't end up bumping into her.]
thedarkbond: (dark night maiden)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-02-15 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren's tone sounds much more cheery when he replies to that question, and it comes without hesitation.] Oh, I'd love one. But I'll warn you that I'm pretty hard to scare...if it's a good story anyway, though, I'll still be happy.

[Interesting stories from others are the kinds of things Ren revels in, and he's absolutely taking the opportunity in a place where there's people from a multitude of different worlds to hear some new ones.]
thedarkbond: (branbau)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-02-15 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren blinks in slightly exaggerated surprise when she smacks the skull out of his hands - he's not unused to that kind of confrontation, though he's always found it a bit crass himself. But he gives a slight, noncommittal hum to her words, glancing to the skull now rolling off to one side.]

Isn't that disrespectful to the dead, then...? [His tone is only marginally less absent-minded, as if he's reluctantly having to direct his focus temporarily. He doesn't actually sound bothered by her behaviour, though...or the implication that this could happen to their group, either.] Mmm, well, if there's no telling then it's best not to worry about it until it happens, right? Unless you know something we could do about it...

[Ren's firmly of the camp of "don't worry about things unless they're right in your face or you already know how to prepare for them". This doesn't seem like the kind of thing they could easily guard against, so to his eye they could be more productive focusing their thought on other things.

Actually saying that requires him to be willing to reveal that he's not as dense as he likes to pretend to be, though.]
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[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-02-15 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're awake now... [The finger withdraws once Izuku actually wakes up, the sneeze apparently not having been quite enough of a deterrent. Ren sits back a bit, crouched down with his knees up and his arms resting on them.]

Mmm, I don't know. You were asleep in the middle of the hallway, and I didn't think that would be very comfortable, so I was going to ask if something happened to you.

[Ren's tone is a little airheaded and wandering, as if he's not quite focused, but he does seem like he is actually somewhat concerned.]
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[personal profile] rightfully 2019-02-15 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nosy princess, meet nosy princess!

With the coins laying flat in her palm, Lucina turns - oh, that is bright; she squints a little against the sudden influx of light - and answers. Allura is hard to make out with the light source coating her, but Lucina thinks she's at least heard her voice over the network previously. ]


Yes, I believe so.

[ She holds out her palm so the coins can be better seen in the light. ]

Tokens of some sort?
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[personal profile] rightfully 2019-02-15 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That is the million dollar question, isn't it? Or million bullion, or what have you. Lucina looks around, eyes narrowed in the low light, trying to eke out some sense of direction. ]

I'm not quite sure. It is very dark.

[ She's ended up in the northwest wing, whoops. ]

I keep getting all turned around.
fuck1ngusernam3: (oh???)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-02-15 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Thi- jesus!

[Hank half-turns as he starts talking and then jolts hard, heart suddenly going rabbit-fast in his chest, reaching toward his hip for something he hasn't carried in what feels like a lifetime - it didn't come with him when he got pulled out of Detroit. He tries to play the gesture off by rubbing his hand down his thigh and then onto the ground next to him, leaning back on it. He tries to stop staring, knows his eyes are wide and his expression's probably pretty fucking dumb and this is normal here, he's seen people turn into shit before, animals, this isn't that different. Is it?

Fuck it. People turning into animals on its own is freaky and weird and this is the next step up from that, freakier and weirder, and the hand pressed to one of Hank's eyes moves to press against both his eyelids, so he's got an excuse not to look.]


Uh. [Come on. Think, Hank, you stupid fucker. Pretend this is normal. You know that voice.] Barabas?

[The name comes out sounding a lot smaller than he meant it to. He's got alien goo in his eye, he feels like shit, Barabas told him about all that werewolf stuff and there is no fucking reason to freak out over this.]
shootstyles: (hnnnngh idk)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-02-15 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I was trying to open that door down there. See if there was anything in there we could use since supplies are low.

[He moves a little gingerly, feeling nauseous and aware of the exhaustion riding to the surface, and points to a door at the end of the hall. It has a massive dent in the middle which has pulled some of the screws off the hinges but it's holding firm.]
shootstyles: (superheroes?  in this economy?)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-02-15 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Is... is something happening?

[The realization that there could be danger afoot stirs him and he tries to stand, fighting off exhaustion and numb limbs, and only managing to make it up until he's kneeling on one leg. His fingers tighten around the laser knife.]

Is it the sound?
shootstyles: (dont @ me)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-02-15 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess... Did you really have to wake me up that way?

[He rubs harshly at his nose, trying to clear the itchy feeling. It was sort of an unpleasant wakeup to say the least. Then he yawns and looks around, running his hand through his messy curly hair.]

I was trying to make it back to the lounge but I must have stopped to rest and fallen asleep. Ah, I'm alright though. Using my power just makes me tired sometimes.
lumberlady: (運ぼう)

Konoha | JINBA, OTA

[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-02-15 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
01 | AWAKENING (SE) | RUN AWAY CENTAUR

[Doors not opening is a problem in most any situation... and doors not opening in a strange, metallic box full of foreign technology and isolated from everyone else in the Circle...

There's a loud banging sound echoing down the hall, a door that seems to be getting a pounding from within, clattering sounds between each solid... kick? The metal of the door seems to be slowly bending outward under the force, but...

Is there anything that can be done from the outside?]


02 | KITCHENS | WATER-LESS COOKING

[Is having a thick, brown winter coat a health hazard in a kitchen? Hopefully not, because Konoha has all but set up shop after her network post, trying to make herself useful in a way that she understands. Which certainly doesn't include... space exploration.

But the limited water resources has her somewhat stumped, and visitors to the kitchen may find her there, arms crossed and frowning down at the empty counter in front of her, muttering under her breath.]


Rice needs some water... soup needs a lot of water...

[How is she supposed to feed people balanced diets of not-goop to keep their spirits up this way...]

03 | CAFETERIA | BREAKFAST BY THE WINDOW

[After a few days and some hard thinking, (partly to avoid thinking of the feeling she's being watched, the emptiness of space, the creepy sensation of the metal halls), Konoha has got a few good menu items down, and settled into something like a routine when it comes to serving food in the dining hall with the help of other volunteers.

Breakfast is served at... What she thinks is "morning". Despite the time that has passed since her arrival, though, the giant window that looks out into the infinite black of space... it still makes her nervous.]


Oh, sorry-

[Having been distracted by the sight, Konoha forces herself to move again, look back and smile a bit anxiously as she hands over a plate holding grilled salt fish, sticks of raw vegetables, and an apple.]

Here. You want anything else with that? I can see about making it.

04 | WILDCARD

[If there's a few hits already on the other prompts or you have a different idea, feel free to tag me with whatever or hit me up at Konoha's plotting comment.]
ketterdamned: (tomsturridge257)

[personal profile] ketterdamned 2019-02-15 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
My guess is that it has to do with that sound.

[ he talks while he walks, heading off in a predetermined direction and assuming inej will keep pace. he never has to worry about her finding a way. he's is a cripple, after all. ]

We've been settled into what appears to be an empty ship, but that is fully furnished to handle hundreds more people. [ but kaz sounds bored, uninterested, as he says all of this, like it's not some fantastical chaos that they've been sent to take care of.

he shrugs one of his shoulders. ]
My guess is something happened to them, and we're here to stop whatever that is. And that is the thing making all the sound.

[ does he care? not really. whoops. ]
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[personal profile] weremongoose 2019-02-15 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's honestly a fair reaction, and Barabas can't fault him for it. But he does see the way he reaches for a weapon that isn't there, and he can't blame him for that either.]

Gun wouldn't do much good anyway, unless the bullets were silver.

[Or Hank is a crack shot and reloads fast. Not necessary though since, he ducks his head at the sound of his name.]

Hank. Sorry if I startled you. This form is proving more useful currently, and once I change back I'll be exhausted. And naked. There are several drawbacks honestly.
juniberries: (armour; you're saying i suck...)

[personal profile] juniberries 2019-02-15 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Tokens... [said thoughtfully, bringing her hand to her chin as she leans forward to look at the coins held flat in Lucina's hand.

the light from her Lion is certainly a help in examining them.

she's about to reach for one, but pauses.
]

May I...? Just to look.
juniberries: (darth vader...is my father?)

[personal profile] juniberries 2019-02-15 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[SORRY STRANGER.

these halls are also tapping into the more primal parts of Allura's brain, susceptible to the very emotions that had her, at one point in the not-so-distant past, nearly drive her ship into a dying sun. she's aware of it though, as the tip of her mechanical whip sparks against the sides of the ship, and she's aware of what she's done and the anger she feels well up inside of her as fear and frustration blossoms.

perhaps it's the purple of his skin that had her on edge. or the red of his eyes. but at his voice she calms, and soon enough she's incredibly apologetic. embarrassed, even.
]

No-- no, it is my fault. You shouldn't apologize. [she sets her bayard back at her hip, the whispers hovering still at the back of her mind. she brings one hand up to her forehead, fingers running through her hair loosened from its usual high bun.] I am allowing this ship to get to me.
juniberries: (nan desu ka???????)

[personal profile] juniberries 2019-02-15 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[a stranger's voice, but...she's really in no mind for games.

even if his voice is more on the meandering side than simply taunting her.
]

It would be embarrassing either way, but if you are a resident of this ship, it would be helpful.
juniberries: (red alert)

[personal profile] juniberries 2019-02-15 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[honestly, the small bit of light is welcome, as weak as it may be. her eyes don't have to adjust too harshly to the sudden light, and making out the figure she nearly shoved her fingers into, her body does lax a bit.

a stranger, yes. but not a monster in the dark.
]

Oh! That is rather useful. [she moves closer towards the figure, now not in danger of accidentally smacking into her.] Did you just wake up as well?
juniberries: (look up look away)

[personal profile] juniberries 2019-02-15 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[her energy whip misses and sparks against the wall of the ship instead of either Ruki or her animal guardian. and though Allura remains on edge from both the whispers and the sudden surprise of someone sneaking up behind her, she does swallow back her kneejerk reaction to continue to yell back at the girl.

it's not her fault. but--

she hears her name again, from behind the door, and turns towards it, wide-eyed and clearly scared despite her best efforts to regain her sense of control.
]

I...thought I heard something down this way. [she won't say she heard voices. she's already made a fool of herself.] I...I apologize. I thought you were--

[she cuts herself off. what did she think this young girl could be?]
spaceforged: (Black lion: charging in)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-02-15 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[The laughter eases some of the pressure that didn’t get banished with the shift from man to machine. He digs his claws in a little deeper and braces himself. Together they can get this open. He dims the glow of his eyes enough if they surprise anyone they won’t be blind.]

Right. We move on 3. 3....2...1, pull!

[Shiro puts all of his muscles to work and pulls.]
nogoldenmirror: (assist ☽ circling)

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-02-15 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I did say mother dearest was an abomination.

[Humor. May as well jest while they follow the very odd plant scent. She nods once, in agreement before taking off in the direction they both can smell it coming from.]

Can't quite put a finger on why it is so familiar.
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[personal profile] paladorable 2019-02-15 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ “Ship” to Arenvald invokes the image of a seafaring vessel, or perhaps the airships of his own home (which are basically normal ships in build, with the components that allow them to fly in place of sails or oars). He had in no way imagine they’d end up somewhere that looked like it just crawled out of an Allagan’s worst nightmare.

He exit from his own pod had been pretty graceless, hindered by the fact that by the time he got the lid open, the lights decided to stop functioning. He’s taken by surprise by the sudden darkness, and only Prompto’s shaky tone snaps him back to reality somewhere. ]


Prompto?

[ He half-starts to reach out, like he means to stumble around the room in the dark before he remembers, oh yeah, he glows. Sunlight gathers on his upturned palm, dim at first so he doesn’t blind them both, but he slowly eases the light brighter, so they have a better idea of their surroundings. ]