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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You... you should be careful. I don't know what it is but... this place pulled a voice out from my mind, my memories. I don't know what else it might be able to find.
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She frowns at him, before she peers down the hallway again. ]
Okay. I'll be careful. Don't worry. [ She just ... has to know what's going on.
So she quietly moves down the hallway, closer to that door, keeping on her guard and listening carefully until — she hears Sora's voice calling to her. It shocks her to her core, to hear him like that, and causes her to gasp softly. For the first time in months. She's missed him so much, for a split second it truly cuts straight to her heart. But then she remembers what Deku told her, and she realizes she can't feel the presence of his heart anywhere. Her connection to him is strong — stronger than anything — and it contributes to her knowing in her own heart that this is a trick.
She places a hand over her heart, glancing downward, and taking in his voice one last time before she turns and rushes back to Deku. Okay. She gets it now. She gets how this could hurt someone. She's lucky for the strength of her heart, but others might not be.
Kneeling back down in front of him, she speaks again. ]
I ... I heard it too. [ She glances downward. She already asked him if he's okay, and he clearly didn't seem to be, so ... She gently places a hand on his shoulder, as some form of comfort. ]
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[He tries to right himself but then she's gone and he waits. He doesn't know if he goes back there with her if he'll hear Kacchan or something from her mind and the last thing he does is want to intrude on her private thoughts. It's a terrifying place but as far as he can tell, not actually dangerous.
So he waits with baited breath and doesn't relax until she's back and kneeling next to him. He wipes his face.]
Why would something like that even be here? How does it... get into your head?
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And she shakes her head. ]
I don't know ... Something must be causing it. [ Mmn. ] But you've got to remember that it's not real, okay? Don't let it get to you.
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[He can't quite meet her eyes, instead he focuses on clenching and unclenching his fingers on his marred right hand as if the action grounds him.]
I heard my friend's voice. We arrived in the circle together months ago but... apparently, he never made it here for some reason. It's like he just vanished. And so when i thought he was here... I guess I got really caught up in it all.
Sorry... for making you worry.
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She shakes her head. ]
Don't apologize. Anyone would've done the same thing.
[ She felt quite the pang in her chest hearing Sora's voice, after all. And she places a hand to her chest. Mmn. ]
Have you ... tried asking Astoria about him?
[ Maybe she'd know where he vanished to? ]
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[Which he often does around Kacchan. Their bond is an absolute mess but it's one that's incredibly important to him. They've been around each other their whole lives after all.]
I haven't. Honestly, I haven't spoken to her much. I'm not even sure if I can really trust her, you know?
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[ So she doesn't really have it in her to scold him for being somewhat recklessly led by his emotions.
But okay, that last bit makes sense, she thinks. She's not sure what exactly she feels about Astoria, but she's good at seeing the good in people, so she doesn't distrust her, at the very least. She doesn't blame others for their own opinions, though. ]
Mm ... Then, where do you think he might've gone?
[ Maybe that'll help to think more about? ]
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I just-
[He sighs and drops his head against his knees.]
We were doing so much better here. Things... really felt different between us.
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And then ... Ahh. ]
Well ... just because you're separated, doesn't mean he'll forget about the time you shared here. [ Placing a hand to her chest. ] Your hearts are still connected, even if they're apart.
[ Kingdom Hearts kids tend to be real optimistic about hearts and connections. ]
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[He runs his fingers over his ribcage delicately. He's known Kacchan for so long, that it can't be denied that they do share a special connection. Riding the bus to school together for nearly 12 years even if for many of them, they stopped speaking.
He twists his fingers in his shirt. It's both comforting and yet, makes his heart ache for his friend even more. He sniffles a little bit.]
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So she nods in response, giving him a soft smile of understanding. ]
Mm. I know they are. I think he must feel the same, too.
[ If Deku cares this much about him and feels so strongly for him, there's no way his friend doesn't feel the same, right? ]
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[He sometimes still struggles to understand Kacchan, even after all of these years. But he hopes maybe the years have instilled some of the same feelings into Kacchan.]
Thank you.