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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 2019-03-22 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck, where's he been all this time? Let's get that asshole in on this, maybe he'll stir some shit up for us.

[Hank means it, but that rueful look hasn't quite left him. It'd be cool if it wasn't so damn easy to lay this at someone else's feet, this shit that really needs to get done or someone is going to die, shit that he's known needed to get done since he got here, pretty much, but just hasn't been able to get his shit together enough to even try.

But, still, hating that it's true doesn't mean it's not true: It sure would be nice if there was someone else around who just happened to be perfectly suited to take care of all the stupid assholes running around here.]
thedarkbond: (Default)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-03-22 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren is definitely fine with that idea, though he gives a laughing sort of sigh at it.] Assuming there's anything left to drink...

[The rationing has still been pretty harsh on water, at least, to his knowledge. But maybe they'll get lucky and someone will have come across some weird alien beverage that nobody's brave enough to try.]
ketterdamned: (tomsturridge257)

[personal profile] ketterdamned 2019-03-22 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he knows what she is getting it, and can imagine what it is that she says in suli, knowing he couldn't understand what she said. but he's not kidding, he rarely kids this way, so at her response kaz simply stares at her with his brows raised.

expectant.

he doesn't say a single word. just waits. ]
hackedhistory: (Default)

[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-03-22 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[She laughs as she gets ready to head back into her repair job. It's been a long enough break, and the sooner they get the ship up and running, the sooner they can head back to the temple. Or at least she hopes.]

I'll see if he's up for the gig.

[And before she fully disappears into repair mode, she glances back over her shoulder.]

If you need a hand with something, just shout.
fuck1ngusernam3: (listening)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-03-23 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah, will do.

[He raises a hand in a lazy little wave as she walks off. He absolutely won't - he'll get what he needs on his own or he'll just suffer - but he doesn't actually think about that when he says it. She's being friendly. It's what you do.]
hackedhistory: (Default)

[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-03-23 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She has a feeling he won't but she'll come back and check in anyway. It seems like the thing to do.

But with that, off she goes. /scene]
foundafamily: (Stare)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2019-03-23 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Firo bites the inside of his cheek and turns his face away. It shames him to admit it, but he knows Quentin's right that they can't stop her.]

...No. And the people she wants us to help are the ones who wind up getting screwed when we fail, not her.
blindfoster: (Default)

[personal profile] blindfoster 2019-03-23 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
That's... a good point. Not that I've you know, seen any people who need help besides us this time.

[Quentin's first trip is not a fun trip.]

But I wouldn't want to fail if someone was counting on us that way.
foundafamily: (pic#7645517)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2019-03-23 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods and brushes his hair back, pivoting slightly so that he doesn't have to directly face Quentin.]

Yeah. That's how things wound up last time, in Akvos.

[They don't really have a right to meddle in these worlds (or, for Firo's part, much of a desire to), but once they're there... Firo has a harder time letting any of it go. Even if it's not his business or his battle, he can't just be a bystander to a life or death fight.]
fairysong: (11)

[personal profile] fairysong 2019-03-24 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure that whatever's going on here really cares about being boring or not to meet your approval. [She says, dryly, continuing to follow where she hears his voice coming from.

The light makes her audibly perk up.]
Oh! Of course we could go that way! Even if there's something awful there, at least we'd be able to see it.
glitzandglamour: (💣002)

[personal profile] glitzandglamour 2019-03-25 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
So I've been told.

[Ahhh yes, the Akvos thing... He has no idea how he would have handled that, but where there's a will there must be a way. Somehow.]

Being given advance notice would at least prepare me for imminent demise, so that we could arrange for a properly funded and coordinated funeral. It's what I deserve, if I could die.
glitzandglamour: (💣060)

[personal profile] glitzandglamour 2019-03-25 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
That sucks.

[Mettaton snorts at the thought, telling himself that he would never do something like that. The irony.]

I couldn't begin to imagine what being overloaded feels like. Does that mean the surplus of information caused them to overheat and... shut down, unable to regain consciousness until you fixed the issue? Since robots can't die. [Maybe it feels like running out of batteries, which is boring, at the worst.]
metalcrusher: Mettaton wearing a suit and outstretching an arm skyward, palm-up. (REPORTING LIVE FROM MTT NEWS!)

[personal profile] metalcrusher 2019-03-25 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
RUN? WHY WOULD I RUN WHEN I'M HERE TO SEE THIS TRAGEDY THROUGH? TO THE BITTER END, COME WHAT MAY.

[Mettaton makes an effort to swivel around to face his rigid body in Miyuki's direction, as though to prove a point. His display assumes a checkered screen.

He raises his controller and brings his index finger down dramatically to select another option. The option is clearly not to run away, if not just because it has a heart next to it. It's some kind of prompt that causes the story to shift camera angles slightly, as though to suggest the protagonist acted in a boldly romantic manner.

The girl's eyes blow wide. She pulls out the knife. Whatever Mettaton did really set her on the defensive — or the offensive.]


OOOOH! SHE HAS... A KNIFE!! THIS STORY'S DOING ITS BEST TO KEEP US ON EDGE!! MIYUKI, DARLING, WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST I DO TO ENTICE HER FURTHER???
thedarkbond: (blaster dark)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-03-25 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, if you're going to put it like that, a serial killer doesn't really make sense, either... [It'd be pretty silly of Astoria to throw them into a situation where they could all just die immediately before being able to fix anything.

Ren starts heading in the direction of the light, though he hums a little in thought when Sheryl mentions the potential of awful things.]
Maybe it's something like an angler fish, luring people in with light...what do you think?

[Okay, now he's just basically telling horror stories.]
wraithes: (032.)

[personal profile] wraithes 2019-03-25 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he stares at her, expectantly, and the expression causes an insult to rise again in her throat. he expects her to do this, for what? to salvage his pride?

she should just leave him in the hallway on his own.

but instead, she moves toward the wall, scanning the smooth steel surface. the vent about four or five feet above her head. and, before she moves, she says, curtly: ]


All because you failed to open a door.

[ and, with that, inej positions a foot against a seam that is invisible to anyone but her, and pushes herself up to grasp the doorframe, smoothly pulling herself up the wall. she nearly slips, once, but catches herself on another edge.

she won't ask kaz for help.

why she expected anything but kaz ruining her evening out of this walk was beyond her, but serves her right for anticipating anything else but aggravation. ]
loveedition: (i'm gonna die....)

[personal profile] loveedition 2019-03-25 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmn, I should have guessed. I knew we wouldn't be done quickly, but I really hoped it'd be around a week.

[ It was a request she wouldn't have even bothered making to anyone, because seriously... who would have thought they'd go to a space ship, and why would that only take a week to fix? ]

I know, I know. It's just... it's hard to ignore it sometimes. You can't help but halfway wish it was real sometimes, even if it's not. Does that make sense?
loveedition: (i was gonna strap her to the chair.)

[personal profile] loveedition 2019-03-25 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Let's get back to the lounge.

[ She nods, preparing to lead the way there. Far away from the exit doors and anything that could get into their heads.

It was difficult to keep herself from feeling a bit awkward still, but she takes in a deep breath herself. ]


...I wonder if there's a way to keep others from coming down this hallway. Just in case it gets worse.
fairysong: (22)

[personal profile] fairysong 2019-03-26 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Sheryl huffs at his attempt to freak her out.

Mainly to disguise the fact that it almost kinda worked.]
Whatever! I'll take my chance with being able to see it myself, you know? Better dealing with something nasty where we can see it than just stumbling around blind back here.

[She moves to try and push past him, now that there's some sort of light-- and as soon as she passes him, the lights flicker on for just a moment.

Enough to be a little blinding.]
thedarkbond: (lingering night revenger)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-03-26 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm, not if we're walking right into its mouth, though-- [And that's about when the lights come on. Ren is not the most fond of having lights suddenly flashed in his eyes, so he stops for a moment and puts a hand up to his face to try and hide from it a bit.]

I hope the lights on this ship aren't all that bright...
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[personal profile] insubordination 2019-03-26 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It makes sense.

[ as a reassurance, and he slides his hands into the pockets of his coat. ]

That's what makes them so dangerous, because you want them to be real. Who wouldn't want to see or hear their loved ones again?
fairysong: (01)

[personal profile] fairysong 2019-03-27 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Ow. Sheryl covers her eyes with her hands, squeezing her eyelids shut, the sudden flash of light leaving a dazzling imprint on her closed eyes.] That's--

I don't think it's that bright, but they could've warned us at least! Or included a dimmer!
thedarkbond: (judgebau)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-03-27 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ren starts blinking his way out of it after a moment or two, and glances around quickly - it's pitch dark again now, but it doesn't sound like anything's taken advantage of the moment of blinding.]

I guess it's fine for now...hopefully once we get over to where all the lights are on, we can ease into it a little more...
lonered: (s745)

[personal profile] lonered 2019-03-28 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Or, you know, figure out a way to waterproof you. But sure, well-planned funerals are important too.

[Keith can't help but sound amused at that. They're arriving by now towards the mess hall.]

Probably something near a wall.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-03-28 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
They're engaged but there's no power to the panel for me to hack it open, sorry.

[ It does make things a but harder but once North's wedged the doors open slightly York's fingers curl around one of them, visible in the crack, and he pulls like his life depends on it. Which it might, but proooobably doesn't. He's probably fine in here, with the smears of old blood and torn up skeletons. Just fine... he feels oddly uncomfortable turning his back on it but he'd rather the door be open. ]

Brace yourself, okay? It's kind of gory in here.
brodakota: (now I don't want to talk about it)

[personal profile] brodakota 2019-03-28 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
How gory are we talking....

[North asks as he works the crowbar with York's pulling to make a crack wide enough to get through. He trails off as he sees the interior.]

Oh.
Edited 2019-03-28 03:09 (UTC)