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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[Well... thankfully he's pretty used to being dragged around so off he goes with her! He follows on her heels trying to see if he can offer any help in following the sound. But she's got it pretty well covered it seems. Like she knows what she's doing...
Then it stops. Her fist hits the ground with a funny clanging sound. He blinks stupidly at her for a few seconds before answering.]
Me! Oh... No! I've ran around the ship and this seems like this is the furthest down that it goes. Or at least as far down as we currently have access to. Ah, I could try to see if I can power you up so you can smash the floor to see if there's anything below? It depends on how strong the floor is, though.
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However, at that last bit she lights up (with the intent to SMASH) ]
Power me up? Make me stronger you mean?
[ Zero stands proper and urges him with an excited shove. ]
Well? Stop yapping and do it already!
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[He reaches out to gently touch her arm. There's instantly a warmth there, like warm water being poured into a bowl. But instead it's energy, flowing from him into her, energy that bolsters everything about her from her powers from Astoria to her physical strength. And it's an energy that wants to be used.
Izuku steps away, still letting the energy flow between them in some strange invisible connection from where he touched her. Thankfully he'd been practicing using his power without needing to always be touching that person.]
There. Can you feel it?
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When he steps back she wiggles her arm around, flexes her fingers and then curls it into a fist. ]
Well, I feel something. Don't know what it is but there's only one way to find out.
[ Zero drops to her knees once more, pulling her arm back and mustering all her strength before she just goes to town on the floor. It's hard to hear over the CLANG CLANG CLANG of her fist beating down against the ground, so if he says something she definitely won't catch it.
After a few minutes though she finally stops, breathing heavy and thoroughly exhausted. ]
Oh, fuck me–
[ She has made a remarkable dent in the ground. It's deep enough to fit your fist in but it's no hole leading into the bottom of the ship. ]
No dice.
[ She cranes her head to look back at him. ]
But when we do get down there I'm bringing you with me. I'm gonna' do that–
[ She tips her head in the direction of the dent. ]
– to whatever the fuck is making that noise. And I'm gonna' need you to do it.
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[Well. In all honestly he appreciates the call for help and the demanding determination that emanates from this girl. With Kacchan gone, he's lacking something like that.
He leans against the wall a little as he reorients himself after using his powers, and then nods, standing up a little straighter when he does..]
Yeah. Okay. We'll find whatever it is and... take it down if we have to.
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[ Someone will probably yell at her later about involving children in her revenge plans. She'll deal with that later.
For now, Zero watches the change in his demeanor with a vague curiosity. ]
I'm killing it no matter what– don't care if it means no harm and just stomps around for fun. You got a problem with that?
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[His voice is calm, quiet even, but firm.]
I'll help you get down there but I'm not going to attack something that doesn't mean any harm. Especially if we need it to get more information about what happened here.
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Huh, look at you– gotta' admit I'm kind of surprised. You really are ballsier than I thought.
[ She can vaguely respect as much, but murderous psychopaths will be murderous psychopaths. ]
When the time comes you can file a complaint and we'll deal with it the old fashioned way.
[ She means fist fighting, naturally.. ]
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People tend to underestimate me.
[Except that Kacchan was just an edgy teen and she might actually be crazy. Oh well, that's his life.]
And alright. I will. And I won't hold back either.