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 climbs to his feet and glances around the hall. They're alone but the uneasy feeling he's been plagued with since they got here stays with him. Whatever happened here on this ship...
Shiro chooses to ignore his dread for now as he dips his head down to watch him.]
You're a little ways from the lounge, I came from there.
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[The realization that there could be danger afoot stirs him and he tries to stand, fighting off exhaustion and numb limbs, and only managing to make it up until he's kneeling on one leg. His fingers tighten around the laser knife.]
Is it the sound?
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[He flexes his claws, lightly scratching the floor. He knows he’s being cautious and potentially overly paranoid. But they haven’t found out what happened. Whatever it was...]
We found a garden. But the plants are all rotted. Whatever happened happened at least long enough no one tended it in a while.
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[He relaxes a little once he understands there's no immediate danger and stretches his arms over his head, yawning hugely.
For a nap on the floor, he slept pretty well. Probably because he borderline passed out, really.]
I'm alright though. You don't have to use your power on my behalf.
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And yes, it seems like whatever happened on this ship happened a while ago. [He climbs to his feet and offers Deku his hand. He still wants them both safely out of this hall. There's an itch between his shoulder blades he hasn't felt in a while. Something is out there.]
I just wish we could find ship logs. It might even give us a clue as to what that sound is and why it's happening. It has to be magical somehow. It's messing with the watches.
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[He turns a little red and scratches at his ear. Then he takes Shiro's hand and lets himself be pulled to his feet. He's a little sore and stiff, he rubs at his shoulder before yawning again. Jeez. That really look a lot out of him.
He rubs at his eyes and glances up at Shiro.]
Mmm, I guess to do that we'd have to find... some sort of control room, right? I mean... there had to be a place where they drive this thing, like a cockpit or something. Also...
[It's been on his mind and he drops his voice a little.]
If the crew here died, even awhile ago... shouldn't there be... bodies?
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[He lets go of Deku's hand once he's on his feet. He silently notes the slightly stiff movements but doesn't bring it up. Not yet. Shiro takes another glance around and motions for Deku to follow him back towards the lounge.]
A ship this size might have several floors. ...but it's odd. [His brows come down as his own voice lowers. He's thinking back over what they know and it doesn't add up right.] Why isn't the distress call still going? Or is it just broadcasting from the bridge? It's possible the lower power cut it off or the sound did but, that's what Astoria focused on.
It's why we're here at all.
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[He yawns again and follows Shiro to the lounge. He's hungry... hopefully there's still some food left over in the cafeteria from when he and Konoha were working on it.]
Is it possible we came too late? If Miss Astoria doesn't have the best control over her magic powers, maybe she didn't get us here in time.
But you'd still think we'd be able to find out what happened, even if there were no survivors...
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..but I am worried about that sound. It causes even the watches to flicker. [He finds that a worrying sign. The door to the lounge is ahead of them.]
...it's going to take some time getting through doors. We found some weapons so at least we know they were capable of defending themselves. [He closes his eyes briefly and forces himself to put all that in order. Deku's yawn reminded him to ask.]
You look pretty tired. Did you use your power on yourself again?
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[Then when Shiro mentions his powers, he turns a little red and rubs the back of his neck.]
I sort of got... carried away? By accident! Mostly.
[And more than once. He at least looks ashamed but honestly... not that ashamed. More embarrassed he got caught than anything else.]
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If you need any sort of healing there are a few of us that can. But, try to keep a partner around to watch your back and shave off at least a third of the time it takes to get into a room.
[His smile turns into a sheepish smile.] I haven't been...sleeping as much. [With his history it's a wonder that he sleeps in this creepy place at all.] If you're ever up at odd hours, I can help out.
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I don't need to be healed, really. I just need to sleep and then I'm perfectly fine. People should save those powers for emergencies.
[He gives Shiro a glance over. He had noticed the man looked slightly... nervous? On edge, perhaps. But he hadn't wanted to ask for fear of being rude.]
...Are you also working on the doors late at night?
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He steps through the door to the lounge and casts a glance at the emergency lights along the sides. They haven’t turned red yet so things should still be good.]
...Might be a good idea later on to make a map of all this. Not important now but. In the future.
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[he rubs at his arm.]
Being able to do something helps.
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[He grins at him just a tad sheepish. He won't even have to clear it with Keith. He'd have done the same in his place.] With three of us we can make a decent pace on some of these doors.
Have you been sleeping only in the lounge? So, I know where to look if I'm up late and you are too.