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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[He walls a little slower so Prompto can take him in. His wings tip and angle to keep them out of the way. His claws he keeps slightly up off the floor to prevent scratches.]
We has to work the sword through the seal on the edge of the door. I’m guessing each shot of the laser will at least heat the metal. If you can shoot down the length of the seal we should have our test.
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Alright...this one's as good as any, don't you think? Might as well see what happens!
[ If there's any organization to the rooms in this ship as far as what's behind each door, he hasn't heard about it yet. So they seem to stand as good a chance of finding something decent behind this door as something useless. More than anything, he's just eager to try out this gun.
He readies the weapon in his hand. ]
Ready when you are!
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It will take some time to get it done but for a test? A decent pick. He puts himself in a hunter’s crouch.]
We can alternate. You shoot first, then I’ll tear at the spots you weaken.
[For Prompto, when he fires the gun will indeed weaken the door. Not enough to cut right through but enough to soften it up for Shiro’s claws.]
I’d use my cannon too but this is a test of the gun. That would mar that.
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[ It's a simple plan, and he likes simple plans, because they're easier for him to remember and follow. Flashing a grin, he turns his focus entirely on the door and the weapon in his hands, steadying his shot, taking aim, and at last, pulling the trigger.
A beam of energy fires from the barrel, leaving a scorching red mark on the center of the door. ]
Wooohoo!!! That felt great!
[ Your turn, Shiro. ]
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[He rears up and digs his claws into the softened metal. He rips at it. Shiro pulls his claws down in one sharp movement, weakening the metal further then he pulls back.]
Your go. If we focus around that area we can break through in less time.
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But he's being careful!!
When it's his turn again, he fires a shot near the opening that they've created. ]
You mean like that?
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[This time Shiro raps his metal body against the door. He hammers the weakened spot with blows from his shoulder. He pulls back with a glance at Prompto and nods to him, signaling with a flick of his tail it's his turn.
The gun seems to have about the same handling as the blade. Good to know.]
So far they seem to only have what someone might think to gather for themselves. We found potato chips behind one door.
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Hey, that sounds like a pretty valuable find to me! I could go for some of those spicy chips they sell at gas stations right now...
[ But he could always go for some of those. ]
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Maybe we'll find the closest thing to that!
[He surges forward and smashes his full weight into the door right along the area they've weakened. The door has had enough and gives, letting him open a hole in the metal. He thrusts both of his front feet up and braces them on either side of the hole. He rips outward and down. It gives but not enough.
Shiro pulls back and pats a foot below the hole with one paw before he moves back.]
Aim here, let's make a path so I can rip a doorway wide enough for us.