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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I'll catch up with him later. Shiro and his friends know a lot more about tech than I do. I have a feeling I'm not going to be of much use in the research department here.
[He'd gotten some experience on the robot world, but it had been awhile and that had mostly been guess work and a lot of help from the others.]
Right...actually I've seen you wear that outfit quite a bit. If I'm around I could always try to summon them for you. I've been working on teleporting items to myself. But, yeah, let's avoid that if possible.
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[Tough to concentrate on exploring the stars when ancient horrors and magic are at your doorstep, and technology only works some of the time.]
It's sadly one of my only options -- which is part of the problem. Clothes won't survive my shapeshift if I'm wearing them when I change forms. So instead I get to strip and then go try to hunt down my clothes when I change back.
[It's awesome let him tell you. But now he's curious.] So you can call items to yourself? Any limitations on distance or type of item?
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I guess we haven't exactly had an opportunity to obtain more clothes, huh?
[The previous two worlds hadn't exactly lent themselves to shopping.]
I have to be familiar enough with the item to picture it very clearly, so it couldn't be just something random to bring to me. And my teleportation limit is within a five mile radius -- that was one of the first things I tested when I was told I had an ability and I figured out what it even was.
[For a man who had considered himself 'normal' before arriving here, he'd come a pretty long way to adapting with his ability.]
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[He cracks a smile at that, but given his current form it's not a very pleasant expression. Too many teeth.
But he nods at Maes' description of his ability.]
Five miles is a pretty good stretch. Not bad. Can you make sequential jumps?
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I guess we haven't really discussed my abilities before. Yeah, I can make sequential jumps if needed. I can take other people with me too.
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[Sorry, Hughes. Barabas is the type to want to know the possible implications and uses of what they have in their arsenal. And that sounds like quite a trick if it can be done.]
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[He scratches his chin in thought. Testing the idea in his head.]
I don't see why I couldn't though. I can already teleport people by touching them, I imagine the same rules would apply. If I know a person well enough I don't see why I couldn't do that. [He shoots Barb a wry grin.] You volunteering to be a guinea pig?
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[Kind of amusing though? Sometimes.
The redhead lifts an eyebrow at the question and well, the truth of the matter is,] Yeah, I guess I am. What do you know.
[Why not?]
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[Shouldn't people be used to Maes popping up unexpectedly by now? That's really more on them. Maes tilts his head.]
Well, we can always test it. This ship appears to be only occupied by us and neither of us are really tech minded. Let's try a little magic test instead, shall we?
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[He's just saying.
But well. The redhead nods his agreement. He's up for magical experimentation for the greater good.]
Let's do it. Just make sure you teleport me all in one piece.
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If it's any reassurance, any time I've tried to teleport an object and didn't know it well enough it simply didn't go anywhere. I think you'll be okay.
[Maes turns around and takes a few steps away from Barabas. coming to a stop about ten feet away. They could experiment with distance later. At the moment this was more a test to see if it was even possible to teleport another individual without touching them. Maes returns to facing Barabas, he figures line of sight will be helpful.]
Alright. First test.
[He decides a count down will cause too much anxiety. Instead he focuses on Barabas's presence. He'd been spending several months in a make-shift office with the man now. They'd shared a lot in that time, so Maes knows more than just the superficial appearance, for a person it's important to know more than that, it's also about a kind of energy they give off -- the feelings tied to that person. He focuses on that, on the feeling of Barabas beside him and how that makes him feel. Maes finds the cord, but instead of pulling himself along it, he tugs at Barabas's presence instead.
If it works Barabas will likely feel a tug, a twist in gravity, and then he'll be at Maes's side.]
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[As long as he doesn't wind up in multiple pieces, he's all for giving this a go. Barabas watches Maes put some distance between them. Okay, good good. Small distance at first makes sense.
And since he's just the test subject, he waits.
Then he feels it, that pull. His eyes widen and then yep, here he is, right next to Maes, blinking at him. Barabas stares for a moment before a grin stretches over his face.]
Guess it works. Pretty good.
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I figured it would work. Normally when I want to teleport to people I go to them, but I had a feeling that I could make it work the opposite way as well.
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[Barabas nods, before adding.] Weird feeling though. But you must know that.
[The whole teleporting thing.]
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[He's starting to appreciate a little more Shiro's insistence that they practice with their abilities and learn the limitations to work around.]
You get used to that feeling.
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[There are a lot of hero types among them. And Barabas knows that type. That type doesn't always consider their own safety before charging into the fray.]
You get used to a lot of things, I think. Best talent humanity has. It's the only way any of us survived what happened in my world.
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[Aside from keeping the office records updated, Maes tended to spend the other half of his free time working with his abilities -- especially after Akvos.]
I've experienced as much myself...and I guess in a sense I'm living it. I didn't have any kind of special ability back home. [He grins, giving Barabas a teasing wink.] Unless you count managing to marry the best woman in the world a special ability.
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[The redhead shakes his head. What a dork this guy.]
But for someone who isn't used to having magic, you've made a good go at it.