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
Doctor Aphra | Star Wars
[This feels way too familiar. As she opens her capsule, Aphra half-expects some Imperial guard to explain everything she's seen was an effect of the torture methods used on her. Turns out she was more susceptible than she'd thought. And now she'll be executed, yay.
Except there's no one here. She swings her legs over to set her feet on the ground, only for them to make contact with weird squishy pink stuff. She tests its properties for a few moments and yep, she's decided she hates it. So with a somewhat bored expression, she explains,]
This is fresh water shipped in from Mon Cala that does wonders for your skin and it is not at all sticky or gooey in any way, shape, or form.
[There's still some pink goo oozing around the cabin, but at least her feet are now just in a water puddle. Look, she doesn't want to have to clean her shoes!!]
II. mess hall
[Noticing someone is preparing their meal goo and looks fittingly disappointed, Aphra approaches them with all the charisma of an infomercial salesperson.]
Hey. You want some real food?
[She tilts her head in the direction of the table she's eating at, where not goo food can be seen. Specifically, it's what appears to be some sort of curry along with an alcoholic beverage. Her powers are good for one thing and this is kinda it.]
III. exit dooooooor
["Chelli," a voice calls to her in a sweet tone. It's her mother's voice, there's no denying that. Aphra stops for a moment, looking for the source. There's nothing out of the ordinary, except for the creepy door which maybe is worth mentioning. She wasn't going to pay it any mind, leaving that to the reckless heroes in the group. Except this... this is interesting.]
Huh. I don't know if you're another weird fungus ghost or something else, but you guys really need to work on the whole digging into my memories to mess with me thing. It's just way too obvious! Even the Imperials were better when they were like yeah, we're gonna change your memories of your mom and destroy your entire sense of self and reality! This is just... what, you think I'm sentimental? Like my mom actually spoke to me that way?
[That said, while she performs this little speech, she is trying to open the door to no avail. Because of course she is.]
IV. lounge area
[Most of the time, Aphra can be found in the lounge area as she attempts to translate the various documents there. Sometimes she's spread her body across the entirety of the couch so no one else can sit there, other times she's sitting on a chair in a way that hardly looks practical or comfortable. At all times, she's got a book in her hands or instructions for one of the games they've found. While looking over the notebooks, she sighs,]
Come ooooon, get to the juicy stuff!
[Later on, she's setting up a game and attempting to play through it. She might need additional players for this to actually work.]
II
They'd been working on generating ingredients with Konoha, but they hadn't gone as far as to prepare a meal like that -- let alone produce alcohol.]
Please tell me that's real and you aren't pranking me right now.
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[For a second, she considers showing off and turning his goo into something equally delicious, but... that wouldn't be good for business, would it?]
No way I'd eat this station's crap. Pretty sure old clone rations are better than this.
So. You want some or?
no subject
[He looks like he could cry.]
Yes. Yes please. That would be so great.
no subject
[Aphra smiles, then holds her hands as if she's about to do some magic and transform his food. That's not at all how this works.]
... Wait. What're you gonna do for me in return? This is hard on me, you know. So I want something. Money, treasure, whatever you've got.
no subject
He sighs, defeated.]
I don't have anything.
[He looks up, past Aphra at the food on her table a little longingly. He'll just have to suffer he supposes.]
I could owe you a favor...or my own power is healing. If using your power is exhausting or something maybe mine can make you feel better.
no subject
[She's considering. She also doesn't think that's true. He must have something. But it's not like healing will help her much, at least not now. Her power is not exhausting or draining in any way, but that's to be expected from her.]
Let's just say you owe me. It'll be nice having someone in my debt for once.
[Moving on! Food stuff!]
What's your favorite meal back home? Describe it in as much detail for me as you can.
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Yes! Thank you so much.
[If he'd had to part with anything he could have maybe split with the small tool kit, but even that would have been difficult for him. Owing someone a favor seems more manageable...of course he has no way of knowing if he might regret that decision in the future.
Picking a meal though, that's even harder. Should he go with trying to replicate something his mom makes? That might be difficult to get right in description. Maybe he should go with something a bit more standard.]
Are there any limitations on this at all? I'm familiar with a lot of food...what if we don't have the same kinds of food?
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[Just so things are crystal clear.]
We definitely don't have the same kinds of food. No one here is from my galaxy, far as I know. And none of the food we've encountered literally anywhere has looked like mine. Which is why I said you've gotta tell me as much as you can and then we'll see. I'll do my best or whatever.
no subject
[He had a feeling that was the case, so he should probably keep it simpler than what he might actually request if he could get anything. He takes a breath and begins]
Okay. So there's this fairly simple but tasty dish called katsudon.
[He then proceeds to describe in excruciating detail the process behind making the dish. Which...might not be exactly what she's looking for, but when you ask him to describe food that is just where his mind goes: the recipe. He tries to remember that she might not have the same products -- but how does one describe a porkchop or even a pig? He does his best.]
It's all topped on a bed of rice and...man it is SO good.
iii. you're the only bitch in this house i ever respected
Aphra's mother might not have cooed and cuddled, but Five did. There is a pit of overwhelming bubbling anxiety starting to build. ]
Glad you're at least not as stupid as the rest of our group. It's too bad you're still not smart enough to realise the door isn't going to budge. I already tried.
overrated little twink
[she says while still pulling on the door.]
I know it won't open. Or I guess I know it's not supposed to. I don't think the person I'm hearing is anywhere near either obviously, but... gotta admit I'm curious about what is back there. What's able to get in our heads like that? Thing's probably crazy powerful, and it could be useful too.
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-and here I was thinking you were going to actually have something useful to say. If you know you can't open it then why are you just doing the same thing over and over again like some broken machine?
[ He pauses his meandering to give the woman a once over. She's at least head taller than him and looks kinda like some of the airship pilots in the capital. ]
Or have you spent some much time around them your brain idled and started thinking you were one of them?
no subject
[However, she does pause, stop what she's doing, and look at him.]
You're right, though. I should try something different.
[so she pulls out a fucking gun]
no subject
[ Oh shit! It's a gun!
Too bad Dito has no idea what it is. So all he does is stare at it. Disapprovingly. ]
....So. Since you're obviously the expert here what is a tiny bit of metal supposed to do?
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bwoom bwoom bwoom!
Clearly, it's doing something given the sound and flashes of light, but... it's also very clearly not doing anything to the door.]
Damn. What next, ya think? Lightsaber?
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But...the gun.
He watches as it fires out lightening fast projectiles that leave dents in metal and smoking hot embers that would seer and break flesh easily.
It wakes up something in him long buried. Something almost human. Real excitement. ]
What is that? Haha! Is this for real? Can...I hold it? Forget the door, you could kill so many people with that...
no subject
[Aphra rolls her eyes.]
Anyways, it's a blaster, it's real, and you can't hold it because it's mine.
no subject
[ He ignores her snide remarks, still enamoured with the blaster. ]
How many people you kill with it?
no subject
[His next question makes her pause a little, not because she has a huge moral issue with killing, but...]
I don't know? I'm not a bounty hunter or anything so it's not like I keep count... What's your deal anyways? You got a hard-on for murder or what?