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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...we need to look for a thicker door with at least some signs of security. [That rules out this entire hallway. He crosses his arms over his chest and thinks back.] If we have any kind of schematics I could tell you wish way we should head.
Maybe we should skim the halls until we see doors with more of a sense of presence to them. Most bridges I know have high-security doors or something like an airlock that can cut off access to the bridge.
...whatever they have should be active.
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In theory, if the bridge is the most important point in the ship, it should have the biggest dedicated power source. Maybe we should be following the wires?
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He turns back to her and glances down the hall.] ...we've got nothing to lose by trying it.
And if there's a dedicated system of power for it we can safely assume they were conscious of some kind of trouble.
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[This is supposed to have too many people to be that risky.]
Unless this is like ... the Titanic of space stations.
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I’m used to...ships that run on something entirely different from what we’re dealing with here. [He says as he turns and follows the wires along the wall.]
Anyway, I think you’re right. They seem to have several power sources. Which brings me to ask...what were they doing out here that they felt they needed all their key systems to keep running no matter what?
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That's what I'm hoping the bridge will tell us.
[And as she starts moving to follow the power lines, she glances back to Shiro.]
So what kind of ships have you been on?
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There have been a few kinds. Our universe is at war, so, it's been a lot of different battle-class ships, dropships, and stealth scouts. They tend to run on crystals charged with energy...
[Shiro traces his fingers over where the wires are as he says,] ...if we don't find the bridge we might find another of their power sources. I wonder if they're using a mix. Some ships do that. Especially the larger battleships.
[There is one thing that bothers him.]
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[Not surprised by a world being at war, but space war is something new, at least. But as he talks he swings back around to something in her area of expertise.]
Like the one generator's nuclear and the other is solar?
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One power source might last a lot longer while the other is burnable for emergencies or...in some cases a weapon. [He pauses, realizing he might have implied something and waves his left hand.]
...that's not the case with my arm. [Not anymore.]
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Do a lot of people have access to cybernetics like this?
[She can only imagine how that would change so many people's lives.]
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Yes, the level of tech varies but most people have access to them. Most computer interfaces have a holo-display as well as the basic terminal. [Shiro pauses and traces the wires around the corner into the next hallway. They're thicker now. They must be getting close to something.]
The most advanced tech I've ever seen was by a race of people called the Olkari. They can merge nature and tech together in ways that are...beautiful.
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Wait. I've heard that before. You're from Pidge and Keith's world?
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I'm Shiro, former Black Paladin turned Black Lion.
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[She pauses for a moment.]
Though it's probably not formerly if I got kidnapped.
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...And looks like we have a decision to make. [Both halls look about the same level of security. He can’t tell which would be better to go for.]
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[But she doesn't know how much she trusts Astoria, so there's also that.
She stares at the two hallways for a moment, puffing out her cheeks as she studies each of them and decides to go with the most scientific of determinations.]
They have Rock, Paper, Scissors on your Earth?