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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!
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[personal profile] infailtration 2019-03-28 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ York looks a little frazzled, for him. He keeps pulling. ]

Whatever happened on this ship... they missed a spot cleaning up. I can't read whatever's on the walls, and I think it went out through a vent going by the blood trail but haven't tried to see if they're sealed now.
brodakota: (now I don't want to talk about it)

[personal profile] brodakota 2019-03-29 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, just a bit.

Let's force these doors open a bit more, and then I'll come in for a look.

[Not that he's thrilled about it.]

I can't I'm very fond of this ship.
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[personal profile] fairysong 2019-03-29 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Great. And now her vision, which had been acclimatizing to the darkness, is back to seeing naught but black again.

At least that pinprick of light up front is still present.]
I'm going to have words with whoever designed the lighting on this ship. [She hisses.

No, she isn't. But she's irritated.]
As long as we make it to the light, it'll be fine. Then we never have to come back here until the lights come on and stay on.
thedarkbond: (lingering night revenger)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-03-29 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It's probably not on purpose, though... [Okay, maybe the brightness is on purpose, but that seems like it'd be preferable if you were living on a ship for extended periods of time. Nobody likes dim lighting everywhere.

Thankfully, so far it seems like the corridor is bare, though Ren starts tilting his head a bit as they get closer to the light ahead.]
I still can't really hear anyone...it's kind of weird. Maybe they've all gone ahead.

[He'd think most people would have tried to get out of the darkness as soon as possible.]
glitzandglamour: (💣058)

[personal profile] glitzandglamour 2019-04-02 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Outlets away from walls... Would strike me as unusual, yes.

[It's fortunate that this ship happens to have outlets! Having them at all is an improvement over what Astoria's temple can provide. But that's about where the pros end, so far.]

I appreciate the help, especially when I was in a position of need! I've never encountered the trouble of water, until now. So that's been interesting.
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-04-02 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods.]

Kind of yeah. He definitely overheated, there were a few fried parts I needed to replace. It was not fun, especially since I didn't know what he was doing and he just collapsed.
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[personal profile] taketori 2019-04-06 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Entice her?! He should be planning on escaping! Miyuki looks like he's going pale, his own mind racing on what he'd do in this situation. If he had said the wrong things and Shinomiya had drawn a knife.

With that ice cold expression she once had, speaking in an incomprehensible alien language. He has two choices, and there's one obviously good one. He has to run! That's the only way!

...But... when he thinks about it that way, what would he do? If he were to run... would he make it? Would Shinomiya be able to catch him? And more importantly...

President... are you really afraid of me? How cute...

... ]


The second one! Pick the second one! Go for it!

[ It must be easier to keep from running! ]
metalcrusher: Mettaton peering around a wall while wearing a blue dress. (OH? THAT HUMAN...)

[personal profile] metalcrusher 2019-04-07 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Mettaton gives Miyuki a heart shape before grabbing the controller with both hands.]

YOU'VE GOT IT!!

[The first option, marked with a heart, is ignored in favor of that second option, which is marked by a red cross hair. Mettaton cheerfully selects it. Whatever it was, it causes the knife-girl to cower and lower her weapon. Tears well up in her eyes: it seems as though the protagonist stood their ground and told the girl off for her alarming, unacceptable actions. Brandishing a knife at an acquaintance is no way to treat somebody!

In other words, the protag gets to keep their life in exchange for a few tears. Mettaton's screen goes red.]


MIYUKI. YOU MADE HER CRY. HOW COULD YOU? [But he did keep their life!] THIS IS INCREDIBLY ANTICLIMACTIC AS FAR AS COURTSHIP GOES.
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[personal profile] taketori 2019-04-07 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Oh no! He was feeling better about the option once the protagonist stood his ground, and he wouldn't die... but, at the same time, he made a girl cry! His face falls, and he can't keep himself from yelling out. ]

W-Wait, no! Don't cry! It's okay! We can talk about this!

[ He's. Talking to the girl now. How could this happen?! ]
Edited 2019-04-07 20:48 (UTC)
metalcrusher: With a heart on his display, it's just Mettaton admiring himself. (ENOUGH ABOUT YOU. LET'S TALK ABOUT ME!)

[personal profile] metalcrusher 2019-04-08 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Mettaton watches Miyuki's desperation unfold. His lack of human expressiveness makes him appear impassive to the demonstration, but in reality, he takes to finding it amusing. This is the kind of reaction somebody has when they're too invested in dating sims, he thinks.]

GIVEN HER REACTION, YOU WISH TO TALK IT OUT? I SEE. LET'S SEE IF WE CAN PACIFY YOUR TEARY AMOUR.

The robot looks back at the screen and attempts to determine if there's an option for "talk it out," but the three options are impossible to read. There's that heart option, a big red ❌, and some middle option marked by... a droplet of water. Tears? Panic? Mettaton selects it regardless, being that it's the middle option. The protagonist panics. A stream of text ensues... leaving the girl to appear only more upset.]

YOUR ATTEMPTS AT CONSOLING HER ONLY AGITATE HER FURTHER! WHAT EVER SHOULD YOU DO FOR A BEAUTIFUL GIRL WHO ISN'T RECEPTIVE TO YOUR PLEAS FOR HER TO PULL HERSELF TOGETHER???
flask: (you changed my life)

two months later backtag nbd

[personal profile] flask 2019-04-22 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Nott continues trying to figure out the electronic lock with solely her claws to help her. It's... taking a bit, alright. There's some kind of panel she's managed to pry off, and now she's trying to figure out the wires behind it. They seem to be powered by lightning magic.

It would help if she could Dispel Magic, but, well. They left their wizard at home. And also magic doesn't work, anyway.
]

I guess so. It isn't that different than home if you think about it.

[You know, adventuring. Going new places. Solving the local problems. She's really just talking as an afterthought, concentrating on trying to figure out the trap.]

The only difference is we don't get rewarded and have basically no resources to do anything. But hey, maybe we'll feel real good about it.

[...Okay, maybe Nott is just feeling a little agitated right now. She tries slashing through one of the wires at random. It sparks slightly. Hm.]

I just don't get what we're supposed to be helping here. This place is deserted. Everyone's obviously already dead or something.
mollymocked: (⚔ i know you're wondering why)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2019-04-24 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't feel really good about anything right now. This place just... rubs the wrong way.

[He glances down the hall as if expecting ghosts or something to just start moving through the walls to come and accost them, but the halls remain eerily deserted and somehow that's worse.]

Maybe they wanna know how they died. And, admittedly, I'm a little curious of that myself. Not enough to stay if the witch changed her mind and had us fuck off, but enough to keep moving.
flask: (pay my lip service)

[personal profile] flask 2019-04-29 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a very thorough explanation. Nott completely understands it, at least as much as she's going to. It's an illusion of laughter to encourage peer pressure, apparently?

Except the highly mechanical voice combined with the glowing box with arms kind of distracts her from thinking too hard on what she feels about the "laugh track". She shrieks, recoiling immediately.

Apparently, she didn't pay too much attention to who exactly was lounging in the couch before now.
]

OH! YOU LOOK... normal. Very... normal. I love what you've done with your... faaaace?

[We now interrupt this program for some breaking news: local goblin a total jackass.]
metalcrusher: Mettaton's battle sprite. He is holding a microphone in front of him and waving with his left hand. (TIME TO BREAK OUT THE BIG GUNS!!)

[personal profile] metalcrusher 2019-05-02 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, the insincerity! Mettaton blushes. (He doesn't, really, but he puts forth the effort of acting flattered: he cups the side of his body, his screen bathed in pale red.)]

MY FACE? THANK YOU. AND WHILE I DETECT THAT YOU FEEL I'M ANYTHING BUT NORMAL... IS THAT NOT ONE OF MY MOST CHARMING FEATURES?

[He takes this opportunity to push himself back just enough that he's... reclining against the arm of the sofa, continuing to face Nott from her place behind the back of the couch. He strikes a pose of luxurious comfort.]

I WOULD RETURN THE COMPLIMENT, BUT IT SEEMS AS THOUGH PART OF YOUR FACE IS OBSCURED! THOUGH I LOVE THE LOOK. [He points at her with a flourish of his wrist.] IT STOKES MY CURIOSITY. WHAT COULD BE BEHIND THAT IMPASSIVE MASK?? BASED ON YOUR UNREADABLE EXPRESSION, I CAN'T EVEN TELL IF THAT WAS A SHRIEK OF JOY OR FEAR!