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.  INVESTIGATIONSThe 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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acatalepsy_logs2019-02-12 12:27 pm
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When she starts to shout and put up her dukes, Prompto chuckles and flips up his visor so he can step behind her, yes, doing that thing where he puts his arms around her so he can take her hands in his own and guide them into the correct stance. ]
Like this. Like you're at the helm of a ship. And these buttons — [ he taps her thumbs with his own ] — they shoot beams if something gets in your way. Easy peasy!
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alisaie is not immune. the fact that she cannot see only makes it easier to feel the warmth of his hands and the weight of his arms, and she flushes warm beneath her visor, her heart kicking up into her chest. they're still new enough that little things like this make her stomach flutter, though when he's sweet and affectionate like this, she can't help but think that he'll always make her feel this way.
well, for as long as they have time together, at least.
anyway, he guides her thumbs to the buttons while she watches the screen ahead of her, and begins to understand. this tutorial would have been much more helpful from the start.. ]
.. right. I understand.
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...He'll do it later. ]
See? Nothing to it. You'll have it down in no time, girl!
[ Reluctantly he steps back, flipping his own visor down again as he picks up his controls. The screen flashes with the word start, and they're off! ]
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but whatever, game on!! the screen flashes again, which makes her jump, again - why does there need to be so much flashing?? but now that she understands what's going on, and how the buttons are meant to work, it is father intuitive to learn. point at the ships, push the button, kill. seek and destroy!!
she's a killing machine, though she's definitely dancing around on the spot a lot.. ]
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Prompto has experience on his side, and this game is just like so many others that he'd played in arcades with Noctis back home. Both of their scores tick higher and higher, and he's rather impressed with her progress. He knew she had it in her to be a relentless killing machine...
...even if she bumps into him, soon enough. He stumbles a little to the side, chuckling. Wow, she's really getting into this, isn't she? ]
Whoaaaa there, Captain Leveilleur! You're getting pretty into this, aren't you?
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Dammit!
[ she rights herself immediately, completely ignoring him and getting right back to shooting relentlessly!! maybe this was not such a good idea.. ]
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Anyway, whoa, language!! He loves to hear it, though. Alisaie is a competitive girl by nature, and she's really getting into it now that she's gotten the hang of the controls. For a moment, he considers bumping into her on purpose for a laugh...but he values his life. ]
What's that? Not losing steam yet, are ya? 'Cause I'm just warming up!
[ LOOK AT HIS SCORE SKYROCKET YEAAAAAH COMBO MULTIPLIER ]
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bumping her purposefully to sabotage her game would most assuredly end in his death, so it's a good thing that he does not. he can make wise decisions sometimes. amazing.
anyway, she bites her lip and doubles down, because taunting her is only gonna make her more competitive!!!!! hissing through her teeth, she smacks the buttons hard, obliterating an entire string of ships in one fell swoop. ]
Try harder, Argentum.
[ SUCK IT, PROMPTO ]
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But!!! Hot or not, he's not about to get schooled by a total novice. He has his nerd cred to consider here, as well as his proficiency with firearms. He can't! Lose!!! ]
Oh, babe. I'm just getting warmed up.
[ And then he shuts his mouth and focuses. He's all in now. Don't Stop Me Now by Queen probably starts playing somewhere. ]
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in truth she can't hope to beat him. alisaie has sharp eyes, quick reflexes and good aim, but ultimately she is still a noob, and while she'd probably smash most other random ye oldes like herself, prompto has both practice and honed marksmanship on his side..
so despite the fact that they are working together, once they clear the board his score is still higher than hers, which is very frustrating!! she is a sore loser!! ]
Oh, curse you -
[ she shouts, and without even flipping up her visor, immediately shoves him!! ]
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Ha hah! That's right, suuuuuuck it —
[ Of course, Prompto hasn't flipped up his visor either, and so he doesn't see her about to shove him. Without any forewarning that it's coming, he takes that hit with no resistance and very nearly falls on his ass. He only just manages to catch himself...
...before he is surging right back at her (with his visor up this time) and shoving her back!!! ]
C'mon, don't be a sore loser!
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I am not a sore loser!
[ she proclaims, while being a completely sore loser, and charging at him again, pushing at him with both hands, while trying very, very hard not to break into a grin. ]
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TICKLE. ATTACK. ]
You mess with the bull, you're gonna get the horns!!!
[ This is the most severe way he could retaliate against her... ]
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alisaie bursts into peals of laughter and jerks away immediately in an attempt to escape, her visor slipping down to drop around her neck for all of her wiggling. ]
N-no! You're no b-bull, at best you are a -- a goat -
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...Okay, she might have a point. But still! He won't take that sitting down. Or standing up, apparently, because he continues to tickle her, laughing so hard himself that tears are forming in his eyes. He pulls her in tight into his grip, tucking his chin over her shoulder as he makes her suffer. ]
Would a goat do this?!
[ He nuzzles against her cheek...menacingly!!! ]
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also, she can't believe he is trying to cute his way out of this?? he dares to defeat her in a game, then tickle her!! and now he thinks he can just lock her down in a hug and nuzzle her and she will relent??
well maybe he is right. but only because his arms are surprisingly strong, and she can't wiggle free very easily when he holds her this tightly. i mean, if she really wanted to she could get herself out of it probably.. but maybe she doesn't really want to!! so what!! it isn't her fault that he smells nice and familiar, that he's warm and strong and she's still hovering in that new-relationship-high where every cuddle is the best thing in the world. ]
Probably!
[ she still argues anyway though, because he can't know that she is weakening. ]
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He does it without thinking, but he thinks about it a moment later, how much he'd like to kiss her right now, but they're still...in public, for lack of a better way of putting it.
Still, his skin feels alive and electric as he moves around her to face her, his arms still around her waist, his eyes finding her own as he holds his breath. They should... ]