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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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.]
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[He rubs harshly at his nose, trying to clear the itchy feeling. It was sort of an unpleasant wakeup to say the least. Then he yawns and looks around, running his hand through his messy curly hair.]
I was trying to make it back to the lounge but I must have stopped to rest and fallen asleep. Ah, I'm alright though. Using my power just makes me tired sometimes.
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At the mention of the lounge, Ren looks around, as if trying to remember how far they are away from it.] I think the lounge is back the way I came...? Were you trying to break one of the doors down, they seem to be really stubborn about coming open...
[He's been doing a little of it himself, so he knows the feeling.]
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[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.
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In any case, he puffs out a sigh at the talk of the doors.] There are...I broke one down myself, but there wasn't much behind it. I hope someone finds a way to do it a little quicker, otherwise we're going to be doing this for weeks...
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Still, he perks up at the mention of the doors.]
...Yeah? What did you find? It might not seem important but... maybe it is.
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[Ren himself doesn't sound all that taken with his own findings - he actually sounds a bit huffy, as if he was hoping to get more out of it. Then again, he probably could've stood to ask for help with that door, so really it's his own fault he ended up spending so long on it.]
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Did you check to see if the red jumpsuit had anything on it? Like maybe special keys?
[Izuku, on the other hand, seems a little more hopeful.]
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[Ren's pretty sure one doesn't generally keep their important items on a piece of clothing they're not wearing, but on the other hand, it might make for a funny surprise if someone found a naked crewmember later on.]
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Why bother sealing these doors so tight if they're not holding anything important. It seems counterintuitive.
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[Part of the issue is that they don't have the proper access to any of the doors, so Ren is just kind of figuring it's part and parcel of the fact that they're in a giant spaceship that could probably have a number of delightful things go wrong with it.]
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[He sighs and slumps against the wall again, glancing down briefly at the laser knife before him.]
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[Ren's having some trouble equating the two things there. It'd be an odd world that had gotten to lasers but not hit space travel on the way there.]
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And back home, they say that because we started developing Quirks, technology changed and we abandoned space exploration. If not for that we'd probably have explored the moon by now.
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What do you mean by "Quirks"? I mean, some people call me quirky sometimes, but I don't think we're talking about the same thing there...
[Also, "quirky" is a very generous way of describing what Ren's like in the first place, but that's not the point here.]