welcome to the horologium.

[acatamods]

I ▫ main IV ▫ premise       XI ▫ applications XIV ▫ activity II ▫ logs V ▫ rules VII ▫ bestiary   IX ▫ canon updates XII ▫ taken XV ▫ drop/hiatus III ▫ ooc VI ▫ faq VIII ▫ setting   X ▫ mods XIII ▫ reserves XVI ▫ players 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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Izuku Midoriya ("Deku")

[shootstyles]

Whispers in the Dark

[He hears Kacchan's voice. Finally! Finally, he's found his friend in this ridiculously large place. Now they can explore together, figure it out... The lights flicker, he pretends not to notice. The world around him seems distort as gravity slows and the hallway shrinks but he just keeps ignoring it. He can hear his friend, he can almost see him...

His hands slam against a door. Kacchan's voice is in his ear. His breath is shallow. The door reads "EXIT". He bites his lip, feeling a little confused. He tries the handle and then pulls at it furiously but it never budges. He steps back to get a better look at the door and the voice in his ear is quiets.

None of it was real. He's smart enough to figure that out and it chills him to the bone. He walks away even as his friend tells him to come back and then slowly fades. Kacchan wasn't the sort to beckon, really.

Izuku rounds the corner, drops into a crouch, and unsuccessfully fights back tears. Why would something like that be here...?]

Investigations

[Kacchan's gone and he doesn't want to think about it. So he finds something else to think about, like getting a door open and hopefully finding some water so they don't all dehydrate.

At first he tries to slam on the door open with his shoulder only to yelp in pain and stumble back. Next he tries to use an assortment of objects to pry it open, everything from silverware to a small lighter but nothing. Then he punches it a few times out of frustration and just bruises his knuckles.

Finally, he stares down the door, inhales, and turns around and roundhouse kicks the door with an inhuman strength. The door groans and deeply dents but doesn't open. Izuku stumbles over to the nearest trashcan and throws up.

But he doesn't seem surprised about that. In fact he's got a determined little grin on his face.]

So they're not impervious to damage at all. It just needs an above average force to make a dent in it. Alright... so my recovery time is about 8 hours or so. Which means that I can do it at least twice a day if I time it right...

[He probably looks a little crazy but he's determined to kick that sucker down. So determined, he doesn't really notice anyone approaching.]

Post Investigations!

[He finally manages to get that door open. FINALLY. He makes note of everything he finds, collects the important objects, and... now he's collapsed on the floor a little bit away from the door. Well, passed out is more like it. It's like he was planning on heading back to the lounge and then... simply got too tired and decided to curl up on the floor of the ship, laser knife from the room gripped tightly in his hand.

You should probably wake up and not let him sleep there.

Or you could... try to rob him... if you really wanted to.]

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investigations

[guiltycharge]

[The sudden bang of metal from somewhere close by is. ambiguous enough to try and ignore. The sound of vomiting, on the other hand, is one Ritsu would recognise anywhere. It might not be urgent, but then again, it might be... Dropping the other plans in his head for now, he takes off down the dingy hallway at a run.

But all he finds in the direction he heard it from is some boy who doesn't look too far from his own age, muttering to himself. If he's the guy who just puked, he looks awfully happy about it.

Regardless, Ritsu comes to a halt before he can trip over whoever this is. There doesn't seem to be an emergency here, and treading in something unpleasant is not his idea of a good time. Plus, all the better to stop and stare in a very mildly judging way.]

Uh, excuse me... I heard someone throw up. Was that you? [Tactful.] Is everything okay?

[shootstyles]

Me..? Oh, yeah, don't worry about me I'm fine.

[He heaves a bit more into the trashcan and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. He seems distracted, his eyes constantly drawn to a door down the hallway with a massive dent in it.]

I've just got to-

What time is it?

[He fumbles at his wrist watch with clumsy hands.]

[guiltycharge]

[Oh, gross... Not that Ritsu says it aloud, since the look on his face already does that for him. That's one way to confirm that he's found the pukey offender.]

Time to take a break, don't you think? Considering there isn't much water.

[Don't puke away all the supplies, broccoli-san.]

investigations

[fairysong]

[The sound of someone horking up their lunch-- even if it was a lunch of pink goo-- isn't really an appealing one, but in the interest of the Circle all watching out for each other, it's one that Sheryl realizes she really should investigate, if only to make sure that whoever's puking isn't like, deathly ill or something like that.

She rounds the corner to the section of hallways, only to see--

--oh, it's the kid from the superhero school, and he's muttering to himself about something.]

...am I interrupting something weird?

[Talking to himself, puking.

It's all odd.]

[shootstyles]

[His mind is laser focused on the door. How hard did he kick it? How long until he could kick it again? How many blows would it take? Could he do something else in the mean time...?

Then a familiar voice pricks at his ears and he glances up to see the young woman that he helped out back in Akvos. A very pretty young woman. His face turns slightly red and he relinquishes his grip on the edge of the trash can and wipes his mouth on his sleeve.]

W-was I being weird?

[Did he say that stuff out loud?]

[fairysong]

You threw up in a bucket and then started talking to yourself. [She says, matter of factly, because honestly the facts kind of speak for themselves here.]

That's a little weird.

Post investigations

[spaceforged]

Hey. [Shiro's voice is low at first as he crouches down beside Deku. He takes a second and reaches out to grip his shoulder and give him a little shake.]

Hey. It's not safe to sleep here. You need to wake up.

[If that doesn't work Shiro sighs and changes shape. He'll settle his lion body beside him and nudge him with his nose. It's a rather cold nose.]

Hey. This hallway isn't secure.

[shootstyles]

[The shaking rouses him a little bit but he struggles to actually wake up. Man, he's so tired. He mumbles something as if he acknowledges what Shiro is saying and shifts a little but doesn't actually move.

Then when a cold nose touches his face, he jerks at the unpleasant sensation and rolls away from it and onto a knee and elbow.]

...Where?

[He blinks. He recalls being tired. But not falling asleep here. He was quite certain he was headed towards the lounge.]

[spaceforged]

I was doing a sweep of this hall and found you here.

[He climbs to his feet and glances around the hall. They're alone but the uneasy feeling he's been plagued with since they got here stays with him. Whatever happened here on this ship...

Shiro chooses to ignore his dread for now as he dips his head down to watch him.]

You're a little ways from the lounge, I came from there.

post investigations

[thedarkbond]

[Ren really shouldn't be one to judge anyone falling asleep all over the floor, since he's definitely fallen asleep against a wall at least once by this point during his own door-opening efforts. Nonetheless, this person looks somewhat younger than he is, and it's hard to tell how good anyone here might be at defending themselves should something come up.

As such, he crouches down nearby Izuku, watching him for a moment before...reaching out one long finger and poking it very slowly and deliberately into the end of his nose.

And then again. And again.] Hello...? Are you okay...?

[shootstyles]

[Well, that manages to rouse him. At first, he tries to ignore it and keep on sleeping because he's so tired. But eventually, the poking irritates his nose enough to make him sneeze which forces him into waking. Izuku opens his eyes with a groan and tiredly raises his hand to rub at his nose.]

Sorry. [He mumbles. For sneezing near this stranger he means. Then sniffs.]

Wha' happened?

[He thought he was going to the lounge?]

[thedarkbond]

Oh, you're awake now... [The finger withdraws once Izuku actually wakes up, the sneeze apparently not having been quite enough of a deterrent. Ren sits back a bit, crouched down with his knees up and his arms resting on them.]

Mmm, I don't know. You were asleep in the middle of the hallway, and I didn't think that would be very comfortable, so I was going to ask if something happened to you.

[Ren's tone is a little airheaded and wandering, as if he's not quite focused, but he does seem like he is actually somewhat concerned.]

investigations

[hatamon]

[ 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?

[shootstyles]

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.

[hatamon]

[ It's the doing it alone part that's the problem, but Takeru thinks better of saying it. He might know a thing or two about poor coping methods. ]

There's gotta be a better way to get in there than kicking it twice a day and hoping for the best.

[ And apparently making himself sick in the process. Something else not to mention just yet, as selflessness is probably a stronger sense to appeal to than self-preservation. ]

You don't wanna waste your power when something bad could happen at any time, right?

investigations

[taketori]

[ 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! ]

[shootstyles]

I'm fine. Just a little nauseous.

[He waves a dismissive hand. This is nothing and Shirogane has first-hand experience to know that's the truth.]

There's a lot more doors than there are people. It makes sense to try and divide and conquer as much as possible.

[taketori]

[ It's true-- if all he was going to do was throw up, then it was much more preferable to him destroying his body the way that he seemed to before. ]

And I don't suppose you have any other ways to open the doors? I'm sure there's something else that we may be able to do.

whispers in the dark!!

[heartslight]

[ Kairi has luckily been spared the door and its voices thus far, and she's wandering the halls when she sees Deku over there — crouching and ... crying? He's one of her friends, and even if he wasn't, she'd be concerned about him, so she's quick to rush to his side, crouching down in front of him. ]

Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?

[shootstyles]

[He flinches and for a second pauses before he looks up at her, as if he's trying to decide if he actually heard something. Then he raises a wet face to look up at her. He would normally feel completely embarrassed to have someone see him like this but losing Kacchan and hearing his voice... it's knocked him down pretty hard.]

I... I heard a voice. From there. ...Not a real voice though. It was of... someone who'd left. But it seemed so real.

investigations

[romancekiller]

[ clarke is doing a bit of exploring of her own through the ship when she spots him making attempts to kick open the door and subsequently getting sick only to try again] Hey— are you okay? It seems like that door really doesn't want to budge.

[shootstyles]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[He sighs, leaning a little against the bin.]

And I know. But I'll just have to keep working on it.

Investigations

[pidgeypidge]

[Pidge has been making it a point to poke around and see what she can see and, unfortunately, she happens upon Izuku while he's dramatically monologuing at the door.

So she waits off to the side until it seems like he's finished, and after a moment, just starts clapping.]

Are you telling me that your plan is to... do whatever it is that you did before I got here twice a day for the forseeable future?

[shootstyles]

[He spits into the trashcan a final time and then straightens.]

Until I find something better, then yeah. It beats sitting around doing nothing.