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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: (tired)

cw alcohol withdrawal stuff sprinkled through this thread probably

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-02-16 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Hell, I don't know.

[He rubs the sweat from his forehead back into his hair and heads back toward the kitchen.]

Sumo? Can't leave you on the freaky dead spaceship all on your own, you gotta get up and come with me.

[He gets as far as the kitchen door and then stops, making a face and swallowing. Then he looks back at Firo. Yeah, he was just in there and it was mostly fine, but-]

Think you could go back in there and shoo him out for me? That smell...

[It's not even a bad smell. It's just so sweet, and he's been in there smelling it for days, and maybe his stomach's tired of it now because it's sure as hell letting him know. He leans against the doorway, swallowing again.]
mollymocked: (⚔ each one there to make you smile)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2019-02-16 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
A lot of bad decisions. [His own, specifically.] This is not really a good place to be chasing things, is it? That's probably what happened to the poor bastards that lived here.

[He's fine. He's not nervous. You're nervous... Except where Ren is not the least bit nervous as far as Molly can see, and Molly's poor ability to persuade anyone of anything is doing him no favors at all. He knows what he heard down there, and it's still echoing in his head.]
shootstyles: (KACCHAAAAAAAUUUUUUGH)

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[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-02-16 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Izuku sometimes catches himself staring out the window too. Space is a place he'd never imagined he'd go. Back home, they've never even made it to the moon.

It's so much bigger, vaster, than he could have ever imagined. It's a little overwhelming.

Then the kid next to him mentions oxygen and-]


C-can that be true? [He's sweating a little.]

H-How big is the ship and how much oxygen does the average person use? Maybe we can calculate how much air we have if we have to worry about it!

[He's clearly worried... but he should really just calm down, probably.]
broadaxes: (vlcsnap-2018-03-21-16h30m24s148)

[personal profile] broadaxes 2019-02-16 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[His facial hair reminds her of the Capitol. She's staring at it, dissociating just a bit once the first thought hits her. Then it's just an abstract shape and she hears him through the fog.]

What? Yeah! I-- I-- Are you?

[Normally she wouldn't ask, but she can tell he's messed up about this too. Moments ago, she released him from her grip, but still stood close to him. Close enough that when she walks, she figures he'll follow. She's booking it to the end of the hall.]

At least we're not wearing white!
hatamon: (☼ 49)

investigations

[personal profile] hatamon 2019-02-16 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Really, Takeru doesn't need to hear more than those last couple of sentences to decide that whatever Izuku is up to is a thoroughly bad idea. ]

Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should, you know.

[ He's got a hand on his hip and sounds like he's repeating something his mom told him, albeit with a more playful edge than genuinely chiding. ]

What's behind that door that can't wait until you find someone else to help you with it?
hatamon: (☼ 02)

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[personal profile] hatamon 2019-02-16 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
What, you don't like horror movies?

[ Space is a great setting for one, when you think about it. The isolation alone cranks everything up to an 11. Granted, it's a little harder to appreciate a well-crafted creepy atmosphere when their lives are in very real danger, but that's not going to stop Takeru from trying.

He shrugs at Quentin's question, using his power to form a makeshift flashlight in his hand and then shines the resulting light down the hall. ]


That way?

[ Every direction feels like as good a guess as any other, honestly. ]
billionaires: (341)

[personal profile] billionaires 2019-02-16 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he laughs though he's not sure... why he's even laughing. he jogs to catch up to her then instantly regrets it. ]

Slow down before I puke. ...Please. This artificial gravity is doing me absolutely 0 favors, but. I'm good. Great, even. I look great, right? I feel great.
broadaxes: (vlcsnap-2018-10-05-14h48m17s65)

exit door

[personal profile] broadaxes 2019-02-16 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Johanna sees a kid wandering towards the exit door. Not more than ten minutes ago, she found herself doing the same thing. Someone woke her and she almost whacked them with a wrench. So she approaches the kid carefully.]

Hey--hey, it's not real. Okay?
taketori: (neutral | wants to check up)

investigation - first door

[personal profile] taketori 2019-02-16 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miyuki had spent most of his time looking through most of the other rooms-- not finding too much on his end. He didn't have anything to really wedge doors open with, and felt it'd be better for him to just keep an eye out for what's going on.

Passing by one of the rooms that Lucina had made it into, he pauses. She looks a little uncertain. ]


Lucina... right?

[ He goes into the room, looking down at the pod. ]

Everything okay? Is it broken?
broadaxes: (011)

[personal profile] broadaxes 2019-02-16 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Johanna slows down and grabs the back of his arm in a pissy manner. She doesn't grip him hard, just gives him something stable. He's focusing on her to keep himself straight and she's doing the exact same thing.

She's panting, and god, it's so hot. It's so hot. Her hands shake and her whole body has a shiver through it, but that could be the cold water. The water dropping down on her in little bullets, searing her skin and reminding her. Reminding her of when she was trapped and tortured and completely helpless for once.]


C'mon dude, you're with me now. Lean this way. I'm stronger than I look... I'm Johanna. Don't like water either or is it the alarm?
adelphoi: (🍰 ʀᴜᴍ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-02-16 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Aye, there is..

[ .. how to even begin describing it? it was something intangible, a feeling, a tugging in her soul. she frowns, passing a hand over her eyes and pulling in a deep breath to steady herself. ]

It was.. a door. It gave me a strange feeling.

[ she shakes her head, exhaling a brief, mirthless laugh. ]

That sounds unbelievable, I know..
taketori: (thinking | wants to reevaluate)

investigations

[personal profile] taketori 2019-02-16 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miyuki hesitated once he heard a clanging nearby, unsure if it was meant to be yet another enemy or a monster that had somehow tracked them down. Then he hears it again, this time louder-- only to hear someone retch.

Someone was trying to get through one of the doors, that was for sure. He can't help but go see who it is, and... well, there's Izuku. Suddenly, it's starting to make sense. ]


Or,, you could ask someone else for help instead of potentially hurting yourself. Are you alright?

[ The best way of showing he cared, of course! ]
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴇsᴘʀᴇssᴏ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-02-16 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Taking it without any need of it, or even any knowledge of what it might be, is not only disrespectful, but greedy, however you choose to frame it to sound kinder to your ears.

[ ugh, pirates!! thieves!! they are the Worst. ]

We've no idea where these people are, and we have no claim to their belongings until we are sure they will not return.

[ sorry molly, she's actually not super goody-goody in comparison with her friends, but she has a Code.. ]
taketori: (pic#)

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[personal profile] taketori 2019-02-16 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Meanwhile, Miyuki had been lowkey looking for a window for a while. At least, some kind of view of the outside. Given that they were in space and all, he'd regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't at least get one glance at the stars.

So when he comes across the window, his eyes are immediately drawn to the vastness of space, and the stars that seemed to surround them. It was more than he'd ever thought he'd get to see.

Though he felt happy, he couldn't help but feel a little low at the same time. He wished she'd be here to see this too--

But, he's whisked out of his thoughts when he hears Sheryl. Ah. Last time, she was upset, wasn't she? It might be good to tread carefully. ]


Is... that bad?
impavidness: (*most famous* *award ceremony*)

[personal profile] impavidness 2019-02-16 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when firo enters the kitchen, he's greeted by silence. silence, and more footprint of pink goo. there's little pink hand prints all over the counter tops, tables, and a drawer sits open, if he ventures a little deeper to look. the cutlery has been ransacked! there's a few spoons on the floor, likely because they got stuck to the culprit's arm as they pulled a utensil out.

and in the center is, uh, a pink child.

silently, they look back at firo, tilting their head a little... before raising a spoon and scooping up just a bit of the pink goo from on top of their head. they then proceed to lick it off.

they nod.

yes, frisk is fine. ]
foundafamily: (pic#7644853)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2019-02-16 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Firo's surprised enough that he only stares for a few seconds, then nods.]

Uh, sure.

[All right, dog. Firo steps back into the kitchen, sizing Sumo up before reaching down to give him a firm nudge on the shoulder. Come on, buddy.

He calls out to Hank:]


I wouldn't have thought you'd have a weak stomach.
teratias: (05.Consideration)

2, because these two and food!

[personal profile] teratias 2019-02-16 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Waver's been unsure of what to do with himself, and in truth, at least checking on the food supply means he's going to feel mildly useful. So he's walking into the kitchen when there's a very familiar centaur there, and...

...man, they really could use some dried fruit now, couldn't they?

Waver waits a few minutes before interrupting.]


How's this place set for cooking oil?
teratias: (11. Annoyed)

Work out facility, because why would a Waver ever be there

[personal profile] teratias 2019-02-16 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
How does anyone stop in here?!

[Waver cannot manage lack of gravity. He has tried several things in order to make sense of it. Flailing? Nope. Pushing off of something? Sure, but stopping is the issue at hand. Staying there and not moving? Doesn't work.

He has been trying to get to the door for the last several minutes, and giving up is tempting. There's a flash of white and pink though, which means Waver knows exactly who it is.]


Merlin, can you shove me to the door?
shootstyles: (how to socialize 101)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-02-16 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Gah!

[Well... thankfully he's pretty used to being dragged around so off he goes with her! He follows on her heels trying to see if he can offer any help in following the sound. But she's got it pretty well covered it seems. Like she knows what she's doing...

Then it stops. Her fist hits the ground with a funny clanging sound. He blinks stupidly at her for a few seconds before answering.]


Me! Oh... No! I've ran around the ship and this seems like this is the furthest down that it goes. Or at least as far down as we currently have access to. Ah, I could try to see if I can power you up so you can smash the floor to see if there's anything below? It depends on how strong the floor is, though.
punshots: (✘ earlybird.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-02-16 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...This is nice, and it's sorely needed. For how often the two of them are people in motion, that crave a distraction and something to do, these moments are important, too. To just sit down and exist not feel the need to rush. ]

Think it's some kinda game. [ He picks up one of the dice out of the box and rolls it in his palm. ] Noooot exactly sure how to play it, since, y'know, alien language, but...looks neat.

[ Come to think of it, now that the electricity is back on in here, he should try to boot up one of those arcade machines...but that also requires moving, which he's reluctant to do, now that they're all cuddly. ]
punshots: (✘ red eye.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-02-16 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sounds so sure about that, but the jury is still out for Prompto. He sees the potential for the creature — Spike, is it? — to be cute, but it also kinda looks like it wants to attack him. His skepticism is justified, he thinks.

Though he can't help but feel like he should be the one offering Quentin help up, Prompto takes his hand when it's offered, pushing himself up onto his feet and rolling his shoulders as he gets a better look at the hapless victim of his speeding antics. Prompto doesn't recognize him, so...maybe he's new in town? ]


I'll take your word for it. Heh...guess I got a little carried away followin' that sound. [ To say the least. ] Thought I might be able to figure out where it's comin' from, if I moved fast enough.
fuck1ngusernam3: (uh. ew)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-02-16 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. [He grimaces.] First time for everything. Sumo! Come on, the sooner we go the sooner we can go waste our time somewhere else.

[He takes a few slow, deep breaths.]

Please, bud.

[Sumo lifts his head with a little boof, watching Hank, and totally ignoring Firo's little nudge.]

Come on Firo, I don't think he even noticed that.
shootstyles: (what a disappointment)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-02-16 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, which is why I'd rather not add sneezing to it, you know?

[He almost sneezes again but manages to swallow it. He sniffs loudly and follows Ren's look towards the lounge and then glances back to where the door was.]

Yeah. They're held together much more than I expected. Thankfully, I was finally able to get one down but... there's still a lot left to break into.
shootstyles: (just a thoughtful bean)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-02-16 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno. But it has to be something, right? Why else would they lock the doors?

[He leans against the trashcan, still gripping one of the sides, and blushes a little but he is thankful that he's not really being chastised here. Especially because he's not about to apologize for trying to get the doors down.]

Besides, what else there to do? We're limited on supplies and have no where to go.
punshots: (✘ warmtone.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-02-16 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At last he manages to roll himself into a sitting position, leaning back on his hands as he winces. He can look forward to a nice set of bruises for sure, but he would rather be bruised everywhere than face the reality that this guy is also gonna have bruises. He's got to figure out something, if he's going to be zooming around that fast in tight hallways like this. ]

N-nah, just me. It's, uh, my Astoria power. [ He looks pretty bashful about it. He should be better trained with it by now. ] I, uh, can probably find you some ice —

[ He shambles to his feet before offering Ren a hand up. ]