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?
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acatalepsy_logs2019-02-12 12:27 pm
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Not at all. It's easier when the only people we're risking are ourselves. We at least know what we're getting into, kind of.
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[If she sounds slightly bitter about that fact, it becomes clearer with the statement that follows.]
I didn't realize that that was a high standard to meet.
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[He grimaces. Might be psychosomatic, the way his gut starts churning when he thinks about that shit, but that doesn't mean it stops feeling shitty.]
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Some people I've talked to say that we have to take control of this situation somehow, but honestly, I'm at a loss for how, sometimes. She just seems to hold all the cards.
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[He thinks about it for a second, running his hand through his hair. It means all the sweat in his hair gets on his hand, but it also gives his dumb, jittery body something to do for a second, so.]
I mean, I've only done one of these things before and look how that one turned out, but uh, if our little watches keep cutting out whenever they want responding to any kind of emergency's gonna be tough, and if people keep leaving with no warning or anything it's gonna be hard to get some kind of chain of command going.
Not to mention, uh- can you imagine trying to even set that up? Say I decide to go around telling people I've been a cop longer than most of you guys've been alive so you've all got to do what I say from now on. Do you know what people would say to that?
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[Which she isn't saying that she believed he was on the equivalent of ARGUS SWAT forces, but context is context and she's sure other people have other horror stories.]
It'd be a hard sell, yeah. But I hate to think that there's nothing we can do but keep banging our heads against a wall and hoping that we're making the right choices. That's gonna drive us crazy sooner rather than later.
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Sooner.
[He says it with a faint, bitter little smile, then sighs.]
There's so much shit that goes into making a team like this work, and it's- we're not even volunteers, none of us even wanted to be here. I don't know, maybe there's a way to make decisions on the fly when every single person here gets an equal say, but I don't know what it is.
Maybe you should be talking to an optimist about this instead, huh? I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be all that helpful.
[He raises his eyebrows at her, an arm still wrapped around his stomach, looking a little amused at himself, rueful.]
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Sometimes you don't need an optimist. You just need a person who's going to be able to get people to work together and keep them alive.
[Zari isn't really so great at the inspiring speeches either.]
Though I am also friends with a guy who on his Earth was a literal propaganda symbol so maybe we should give him a shot at it.
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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But with that, off she goes. /scene]