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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[ .. how to even begin describing it? it was something intangible, a feeling, a tugging in her soul. she frowns, passing a hand over her eyes and pulling in a deep breath to steady herself. ]
It was.. a door. It gave me a strange feeling.
[ she shakes her head, exhaling a brief, mirthless laugh. ]
That sounds unbelievable, I know..
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It sounds believable enough. Maybe it's spelled...
[A pause and he adds,] Or whatever the space-age equivalent of spelled is.
[That said, Quentin considers, tilting his head as he looks at the doors.] That kind of spell would be set to keep someone away, right?
[So who wants to keep them away? And why?]
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[ she's beginning to regain her composure, straightening up and evening her breath, smoothing her rumpled skirt and hair. ]
My apologies, I am not normally so..
[ nervous? easily frightened? generally speaking alisaie has a heart of steel, but gods, that door has her shaken - or it had, in the moment, when she had felt its odd tugging at her soul. ]
There is something very wrong with that door.
[ which, yeah, certainly makes it suspicious. ]
Though I am not sure that we should approach it before we are more sure of our position here..
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Hey it's fine. I'm pretty freaked out too.
[Just fact. But he glances back to the door, nodding.] Maybe not. But we're going to have to eventually.
What happened, exactly? If you don't mind my asking? Did you see something?
[He turns back to face her, curious. He's also taken note that she's one of the few folks who actually look like what he'd consider Fae, were he in his world. Like himself, all pointed ears and not-quite-human features.]
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No, not see..
[ she starts, her face screwing up thoughtfully, a crease in her brow, her mouth turned down in a pensive frown. ]
But I.. I heard my grandfather's voice.
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A man can dream.
He frowns at the answer, thoughtful.] So it's messing with you.
[Okay. There's some scientific way to approach this probably, but he doesn't know what that is.]
I wonder if it does that to everyone. [Yup one way to find that out. He turns to face her.] If I go up to it and the same thing happens to me, we'll know that's what's going on, right?
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anyway, there he goes, ready to walk right into the jaws of the beast!! alisaie starts in surprise. i mean, she can appreciate his audacity, this sort of thing is kind of exactly the sort of thing that she would do, but she's allowed to be a hypocrite! ]
You're - you're just going to go right up to it?
[ for science?? ]
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[Maeve help him, he sure does think that's what he's going to do. Normally that'd be Toby's job, but Quentin has been learning from her. And Toby isn't here. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knows his parents would be shaking their heads at the very thought but.
Here he goes anyway.]
It didn't look dangerous. Just disorienting. Right?
[A tentative step forward.] So it should be fine.
[He's fooling himself at this point. But he's stepping closer and closer.]
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she won't leave it to him alone, however. she still feels the way the phantoms of those voices cling to her, echoing in her ears, and the thought of drawing near to that door again shakes her to the core. but she won't run. ]
I would not go that far..
[ fine isn't what she expects, but.. she follows behind him nonetheless, standing tall, waiting. ]
Be careful.
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Whatever. Here he goes.
And it doesn't feel good. His vision is narrowing and his head feels foggy.
He can still hear her voice, but he can also here-- Quentin glances back, stopping and going stone still.]
Did you hear that?
[That was Raj. That was definitely Raj, right?]
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nothing seems to jump out. that's... good. ]
What?
[ a crease appears in her brow. ]
No one has spoken. 'Tis the door's enchantments.
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[What a creepy bit of magic. He doesn't like it at all. His head jerks quickly to the left. Toby this time, and he almost catches a glimpse of her. Everything feels real and fake at the same time.
Off.]
I don't like this.
[Stated for the record as he forces himself to stagger first one then another then another step back.]
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immediately she's stepping forward to snag him by the elbow, ready and willing to yank him back to safety if need be, for she also remembered how the door attracted her just as much as it repelled her. ]
Careful.
[ she says, gently, though her grip is firm. ]
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Yeah. Careful. I'm--
[Quentin cuts off though because,]
Penny? [He speaks the name like he can't believe it. But that's her voice -- the voice he remembers her having, even if he hasn't seen her in five years and she'd no longer be the little girl he remembers. How is he supposed to ignore that voice? It's his little sister, and she needs him.] I have to find her. I can't leave her alone in a place like this.
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so she can recognize it easily enough when it seems he is fully seduced, and alisaie is quick to intervene, tightening her grasp on his elbow and giving a sharp tug. ]
That is not her, she is not here. Come away from there.
[ her tone is sharper still than her grasp, but she gives another strong tug all the same. ]
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He feels that tightened grip and looks back to her, eyes wide.] But my sister...
[Quentin is ready to start arguing, that Penthea needs him. But. No. That's not...]
Right. You're right.
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but he starts to come around on his own. at least a little bit.
so she gives another sharp pull, taking a step back and away from the door in an attempt to lead him away from it. ]
Quickly, now, before it starts again.
[ before he feels that awful, sinking dread that she had felt, that had driven her away so strongly, that she can still feel clinging to the edges of her psyche. even standing this close to the door makes her very uneasy. ]
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Something in him feels cold and empty, heavier than it should.]
Why does it know my sister's voice?
[He turns a wide-eyed look on her, like he's hoping that she'll somehow have that answer, even though he knows it's the question that they likely all have.]