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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!
fuck1ngusernam3: (wat)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-03-07 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Well yeah, I know about androids. Even before they were actually a real thing, everyone where I come from knew what they were. 'Reploid' is a new one one me, though.

[He thinks about his next question for a second, then he asks it anyway.]

So, what's the point of making a machine if it's got human emotions? I thought that was the whole... selling point, or whatever.
fuck1ngusernam3: ([doubt])

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-03-07 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess.

[Hank moves up next to him, looking the stuff over. He's not totally convinced that this kind of thing stays the same, but here it is. so. He opens one of the unlabeled containers, squinting into it.]

Too bad they didn't feel like labeling any of their shit.
hackedhistory: (Default)

[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-03-07 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zari is happy she can help. She smirks.]

Just take it easy, okay? This place is going to get worse before it gets better.

[Just ... based on what she knows about the missions the Circle has been sent on so far.]
nifties: (039)

[personal profile] nifties 2019-03-07 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
What sort of world? [ this is the first he's heard of anyone being taken anywhere before the temple, it's certainly caught his attention. ] Was it this same type of setup?
fuck1ngusernam3: (listening)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-03-07 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[The noise he makes now is still amused, but it’s sharper, a little more... well, a little bitter, maybe.]

Shit, do you always pile on the optimism like that or am I just special?
mollymocked: (⚔ don't you wanna get away)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2019-03-07 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
And isn't that just a kick in the teeth? [He puffs out his cheeks and huffs.] Well, I'd rather be moving towards something than just sitting here waiting for it to come after me.

[While looting. Ahem.] I don't like sitting still. If you sit around and wait for something awful to happen then it tends to catch you when you least expect it.
mollymocked: (⚔ 'cause every night i lie in bed)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2019-03-07 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I've never liked being conscripted into anything, myself. I travel a lot to avoid just that. Y'know, there was a war going on back where I was? We were doing odd jobs trying not to gain too much of a reputation, and look where I fucking end up.

[He gestures widely to the area around them.] Fate is a fickle bitch.
mollymocked: (⚔ so you lock the door)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2019-03-07 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Molly has time to look like he sucked on a lemon before the shift occurs and he stumbles back in surprise, which irritates him because how FUCKING DARE you have a power that is actually useful, you bastard.

The second Percy slips out again, Molly kind of gingerly pokes at the smoke-form with the quarterstaff. You know, just for idle curiosity. Also because he's about to be complimentary and he can't have that without some kind of recompense.]
Right, that is bloody useful in this situation. Did you see anything in there?
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[personal profile] decisions 2019-03-07 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ fact: no one has tried to poke him in this form. so weirdly enough, he allows it to happen, the tail of his shadowy figure slithering out fully from beneath the door. the form itself seems intangibly tangible, there being some give when molly pokes, but the substance quickly adjusting around it.

percy attempts to give the staff a swat, but his form is wispy and only manages to return slight pressure before he slithers around molly's ankles in a faintly buffeting motion. coming back to his normal form is an effort, but one that percy takes, fumbling to his feet with a couple of tripping steps, blue coattails again and white hair.

he rubs a bit at his side, as if he can feel that odd phantom poke still. so he scowls just a bit before adjusting his glasses. ]


It's too dark to see in there. And there's something strange about the room entirely... like gravity's gone and shifted completely. If I hadn't come out as quickly as I did, I think it'd have carried me off.
mollymocked: (⚔ and it's here right in front of you)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2019-03-07 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Good point. It's either that or we'll get lost forever and probably die, and even that might be preferable to this madness.

[Because it is madness. It feels like they're waiting for something and Molly's never been very good at that.]
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[personal profile] flimsylies 2019-03-07 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He tilts his head, all creepy clown smiles, ]

Are you vulnerable to such things?
spaceforged: (Cause I'm on your side)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-03-07 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be nice to cut investigation time down. [He's spent about half his days in his lion shape since they got here. Shiro steps carefully into the room, easing one foot in then the other to make as little noise as possible.

His activated arm casts a soft blue light over their surroundings. It looks like someone's quarters. The bed to one side catches his attention. He moves towards it and leaves space for Keith to follow. There are deep shadows on the bed that look too deep to be shadows.]


Hey, look at this.
spaceforged: (pic#12502194)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-03-07 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Might be both. It just seems a little inadvisable to go anywhere near anything that is willfully trying to mess with your head to get you to do something.

[He kills it quickly but there's a bitter edge to his voice. His experiences with people in his head haven't been good.]

It could be a magic source. But until we find more clues I wouldn't approach it without someone with a rope to pull you back.

[Shiro sits down and huffs. He doesn't like the idea of the doors. He'd heard the faintest whisper of people he knew to be dead when he got near one. He'd retreated fast before the voice could try to coax him.]

Back to the people. I agree they're bipedal and breathe air the same way we do. Or at least, the common areas might be that way. But from my experience, a lot of races have the same capacity of oxygen as we do.
hackedhistory: (Default)

[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-03-07 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[She snorts. Zari is not the one you would consider an optimist.]

I tend to be more of a realist. And I haven't had an easy world hop yet.
spaceforged: (pic#12504545)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-03-07 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly like that. Let's see just what is behind this door!

[This time Shiro raps his metal body against the door. He hammers the weakened spot with blows from his shoulder. He pulls back with a glance at Prompto and nods to him, signaling with a flick of his tail it's his turn.

The gun seems to have about the same handling as the blade. Good to know.]


So far they seem to only have what someone might think to gather for themselves. We found potato chips behind one door.
loveedition: (pardon me.)

[personal profile] loveedition 2019-03-08 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...A small pause. Their friend, Mettaton... charging... huh... ]

Well... [ Ryoko nods, deciding this is probably worth investigating! ] If you and your friend don't mind the company, I'll play too! The more the merrier?
loveedition: (whatever; do what you want.)

[personal profile] loveedition 2019-03-08 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
...I thought so.

[ It only made sense to be a hallucination, something trying to worm its way in. No one was waiting for her on the other side of that door. ]

If that's the case, I really hope we don't have to spend too much time here. I really don't want to hear anything like that any longer than I have to.
loveedition: (→manga | suspicious)

[personal profile] loveedition 2019-03-08 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know for sure, but... I imagine if there were anyone here, they wouldn't be too receptive to a bunch of people they don't know rummaging through everything.

[ She might not know anything about space, but she figures she... might know something about privacy? Though not really. ]
loveedition: (should i really...)

[personal profile] loveedition 2019-03-08 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
It's okay. It's fine.

[ Ryoko feels like she needs to stress that, seeing how affected she was. It wasn't anything she'd be able to even pretend she'd gone through before, and comforting someone like this was always tough.

The best she could do was to remain comforting, to make sure she knows she's away from it. ]


It... it's just playing tricks on you. It's nothing real... [ A beat. ] Just focus on the room. You're safe.
spaceforged: (Black Lion standing tall)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-03-08 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[His body reshapes into the Lion once more. It's better to be prepared. He pads through the cafeteria towards the far door.

The door slides aside. He pauses in the doorway. Yellow emergency lights run along the walls. He spots tables and comfortable lounging booths. Flat screens dominate the far wall. Shiro walks inside and makes room for Barabas.]


Has to be a leisure area.
dadandgone: (Finger Guns)

[personal profile] dadandgone 2019-03-08 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Considering we didn't even have a space program...[Maes shrugs. It is what it is, after all. It's probably why he's clicked so well with Barb, their worlds are honestly as similar tech levels thanks to the other's having back slid.]

I guess we haven't exactly had an opportunity to obtain more clothes, huh?

[The previous two worlds hadn't exactly lent themselves to shopping.]

I have to be familiar enough with the item to picture it very clearly, so it couldn't be just something random to bring to me. And my teleportation limit is within a five mile radius -- that was one of the first things I tested when I was told I had an ability and I figured out what it even was.

[For a man who had considered himself 'normal' before arriving here, he'd come a pretty long way to adapting with his ability.]
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[personal profile] dadandgone 2019-03-08 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
No arguments here. I wasn't planning on going down that road...at least not before we can maybe figure out a little more about what's going on here.

[They can't avoid it for the entire time, right? They don't know what is happening on this ship and if they want to survive to make it back to the Temple again they're going to have to explore everything.

Of course, he's reminded how well that went on the last world.
]

So you're saying it doesn't narrow it down much at all...sounds about right. We think we get one clue or answer and it turns out not to be so helpful after all.
absolutevalue: (∞ Hyougetsujin)

[personal profile] absolutevalue 2019-03-08 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Who knows ... To make us more relatable, or easier to work with, maybe.

[ Because Zero is, of course, being a box of relatability right now. But hey, there's still time to pass before he's done here. He pauses, then decides to give a little more information than what amounts to a verbal shrug. ]

... The first reploid was dug up somewhere, a long time ago. All other reploids were based off of him in one way or another, and he had emotions similar to a human's from the start. ... Maybe moreso than the rest of us.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2019-03-08 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[And here's another lifeline away from their dreary surroundings. As someone who enjoys talking about his people, Firo welcomes it from others, particularly as a distraction when they're all far from home. There's something familiar about it, even when he doesn't know the people himself.

He casts a wary glance down the hallway to reassure himself that nothing's moved, then allows himself to zero in on the mention of this Toby person.]


Another friend of yours, I'm assuming?
fuck1ngusernam3: (general headtilt)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-03-08 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
You know that realist thing's what all the pessimists say, right?

[He's only half serious about that though, meaning more to give her shit than to make a point, and he moves on right after he says it.]

But uh, yeah, I guess if they were easy our uh, host wouldn't of kidnapped so many poor bastards to throw at all these problems. So, how many go-rounds of all this have you been on so far?
Edited (nitpicking) 2019-03-08 01:35 (UTC)