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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[The darkness and sense of nothingness is sadly familiar, the hallmark of a miscalculated jump or a few too many thrall, but even as he’s suddenly brought back online there’s something distinctly off this time. Cayde doesn’t have lungs, gasps for breath anyways, and moves to push himself up before unceremoniously banging his horn against the partially open hatch of the capsule. With a string of curses he works to wriggle himself out of the pod, though it proves a little difficult in the dark. After two jumps he would have thought he would have gotten used to the jarring sensation of being dropped into somewhere completely unknown, but he’s been proven summarily wrong.
Out in the hallway he’s fairly easy to spot, eyes bright blue beacons that cut through the darkness as he starts poking around. A small robotic figure swirls around his head every once in a while, the light from its single eye illuminating bits and bobs like a flashlight.]
Anyone there? Don’t tell me I got dumped here all alone.
II. Lounge/setting up base
[The discovery of the lounge, and the subsequent notes and books, is something of a godsend for an Exo who’s about to vibrate out of his chassis with poorly contained energy. The ship, they’re on a ship, feels almost familiar in a way but it’s the loot that’s scattered about that has him really interested. There are pages and books and notes all around the area that’s been designated ‘lounge’ and he can’t help but get curious, collecting as many documents as he can and squirreling them away to an unused bedroom. It’s here that he can be found, surrounded by papers that don’t seem to be in any particular order and occasionally scribbling notes on one of the walls with a marker that he’d been able to find.]
Hey, so anyone out there, if you find anything that’s got writing on it come and bring it here. I’ll uh. I’ll pay you in a very sincere compliment, how’s that for motivation?
III. Doors
[But a man can only stay put for so long, and in between furious scribbling on purloined paper and attempts at translating anything that’s come across his path, Cayde can be found roaming the halls and working on cracking into some of the locked doors. He doesn’t have the muscle to brute force anything, but picking locks is certainly part of his skillset. If you’re working on breaking into somewhere? There’s also a pretty good chance that he might pop up to assist, whether he’s wanted or not.]
II
That isn't all, however. On a tray stolen from the dining area, Lucina's brought a smattering of helpings from Konoha's food offerings. Nothing too heavy or even too exotic, but enough to keep his energy up. (Or, so it would if he actually needed it, and Lucina's yet to realise that he doesn't.)
All of it is set down without much fanfare. ]
Here. I thought you could use some respite. [ A brief glance at his scribblings. ] - You will remember to take breaks, I hope.
[ Says Lucina, who has never taken a break in her life. ]
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In as much, he’s busy with what appear to be a handful of lists of some sort, scrawling notes alongside the foreign handwriting with an almost feverish intensity.]
Respite, sure, yep.
[He’s never one to pass up an opportunity to shirk his responsibilities, but this is just starting to get really interesting, and so he waves a hand over as a form of half-acknowledgement that he’s even heard Lucina enter.]
You find anything new?
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Yang and I discovered somewhat odd. A room, I believe it belonged to a child - or was being used by one - based on what we discovered inside.
[ Inviting herself to take a seat, she (very unsubtly) pushes the plate of food closer to him. ]
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What you discovered inside, you say? And what would that be?
[He’s hoping beyond hope that there really weren’t any kids, because that just makes the mysterious abandonment of the ship that much worse.]
Beyond, y’know, kid stuff.
[Which is a little more important and pressing than the plate of food, which gets a momentary glance before he’s back to trying to analyze this newest piece of an increasingly complex puzzle.]
ii.
kitchen thing?
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but no move
seal
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[And though it takes a little bit to successfully extract himself from the piles of papers in his room, Cayde certainly books it to the kitchen in almost record time.]
So, seal?
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When Cayde reaches the kitchens she's still in the middle of cooking lunch, a smudge of something across her cheek, a bowl half-mixed on her hip, and a boiling pot she's minding on the fancy stove thing... But she still spares a hand to wave him in.]
Cayde- ! Hey, it's over here!
[Well, there's actually more than one, but... As if thinking she's actually found something important, not realizing that appliances... tended to have such things affixed to them...
Konoha points proudly to the instructions and safety warnings on the side of the microwave.]
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That's a good one! We gotta figure out what it means, don't you think? Could be some real important stuff there.
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[She can't tell at all if it's truly a good one or not, but it was on the science box that made food hot in like a single minute, so. She taps the box with her free hand, proud of her small discovery.]
This micro waved box is amazing, so I thought maybe there would be some important notes on it or something.
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[It’s been really easy to forget that not everyone comes from places where things like microwaves are standard, so Konoha’s enthusiasm is wonderfully refreshing. Were it anyone else he might have spared a sarcastic quip, but Konoha? Absolutely not. She’s proud of her discovery, and in all honesty it does have the potential to be helpful if he can glean some of the letters from it.]
Have you tried it out? Looks pretty handy to me.
[He pulls a pilfered notebook out of one of his pockets as he settles in to try and copy down the alien writing.]
And if I’m in your way, just shove me okay? You’re the one doin’ the important stuff around here.
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[She pats the box again as if to congratulate it for its hard work, completely sincere in her admiration for its abilities.]
Not having to make a fire is pretty convenient... Do you have these in your world?
[She doesn't even say anything about him being in the way, because surely he won't be! Bustling about, she leans over to check on her boiling pot before resuming her stirring.]
Sorry I haven't done the noodles yet- Feeding all these people is a bit harder than I thought, but I don't want us to have to eat goop just yet... How are we supposed to keep our spirits up on that?
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[He's never stopped to think about how miraculous having things like microwaves really are. After some time in the Circle? Any tech is a godsend that he's more than happy to see.
It takes a little bit for him to copy everything down, a bit of the writing is smudged from age and use, but it's a good find and it's actually pretty helpful.]
Hey, no apologies, okay? You're the MVP here, you're the one that's doing the hard work and making sure everyone is okay. If anything, we should all be apologizin' to you for making you work this hard. Seriously.
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I'm going to have to kick you if you keep saying nice stuff like that all the time.
[She would never, but! Still!]
Unless we end up in a forest with trees that need cutting there's not anything else I'm better at. And you're good at the high tech stuff.
[Like microwaves!!!]
Do you know what it says?
WILDCARD, more like organizedcards
Collecting papers, at least, he can do. There are a couple of journals he's grouping together based merely on the handwriting looking similar. When he sees the next (?) volume of one, he goes to pick it up—but someone's beat him to it. ]
Can I have that? [ Not that... he can read the language. ] I mean, I'll share.
my sTUFF
[It's honestly a surprise that anyone's asking for any of the junk that he's been picking up, and Cayde is momentarily thrown for a loop. Thankfully he's able to recover his sense of decorum a few seconds later, shooting a pointed look over as he raises a single browplate.]
Dibs. My hand's already on it. Why, you lookin' for some light reading?