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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[She shrugs though because she's not sure she has a good option for that. ARGUS had trained her taste buds enough to deal.]
I kind of grew up on rations that taste like garbage, so it's mostly a matter of shoving it down as clinically as you can and hoping for the best.
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[He mutters it and shakes his head, taking a slow breath and grimacing at her. It's not that he's not happy to be talking to her - happy for a distraction, anyway - but he's also got, uh. Other, less fun stuff he's focusing on.]
I'd say 'lucky you' but. You know. That's kind of a lot just to get the 'eat terrible shit and actually keep it down' superpower. I think I'd keep my taste buds if it meant I still got to remember what burgers tasted like.
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[What did these worlds have against good food, honestly.]
They had stuff like this in Struxta, so it's more I just have practice.
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[He pauses, letting out a slow, uncomfortable breath as he leans back, a hand on his stomach and that grimace still hanging onto his face.]
-is, this goop stuff? On a space mission? I mean, the stuff I don't know about space could probably fill up this whole ship but there's been all sorts of studies back home for like, decades, about the psychology of being stuck in a place like this for who knows how long, and you'd think people'd go nuts eating this all day every day. Unless they, you know, grew up on it.
[He adds that last, gesturing at her as it occurs to him and sounding a little deflated.]
Fuck, I don't know, I'm the least qualified person to figure out all this sci-fi murder mystery shit.
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When we were in Struxta, the people there had ... evolved past caring about flavor or quality when it came to their food. It was all about nutritional value. I have a feeling it's probably the same thing here, due to the fact that it's hard to have a consistent flow of fresh things like meat and produce in space.
[Any frozen stuff brought with you would run out eventually.]
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[He nudges his tray further toward her.]
You hungry, or should I put this back in the kitchen for the next guy who's desperate enough to try and eat it?
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I "ate" already, but thanks.
[And she's not cool with it enough to go in for a second helping.]
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[He grimaces at the goo for a second.]
I’ll just put it back. [He considers the kitchen, the smells in it. He makes a brief, uncomfortable noise.] In a second. Then we won’t have to think about the stuff for a while.
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Are you okay? Goo related issues aside.
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[He could tell her. It seems more okay, telling someone who doesn’t know him, doesn’t have any opinion about him to fuck up. He thinks about it for a second, watching her. Then he huffs a breath out through his nose and looks down with a dry little smile.]
You know, I haven’t figured out what to tell people when they ask that. Would you buy it if I said uh, maybe I get spacesick?
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I probably would, if you didn't preface it with asking me if I believed it.
[She's just saying.]
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Yeah, probably. I just felt like testing it out, you know, since I don't have a clue if spacesickness is a real thing. Never been up there myself. Until now, I guess.
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I haven't either, so I say why not. Artificial gravity probably messes with you somehow right?
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[He swallows and then takes a slow breath, assessing himself. He still feels shitty, but bullshitting with someone, even a little bit like this, it... helps.]
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Just take it easy, okay? This place is going to get worse before it gets better.
[Just ... based on what she knows about the missions the Circle has been sent on so far.]
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Shit, do you always pile on the optimism like that or am I just special?
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I tend to be more of a realist. And I haven't had an easy world hop yet.
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[He's only half serious about that though, meaning more to give her shit than to make a point, and he moves on right after he says it.]
But uh, yeah, I guess if they were easy our uh, host wouldn't of kidnapped so many poor bastards to throw at all these problems. So, how many go-rounds of all this have you been on so far?
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[None of them were very fun, and she's just waiting for the other shoe to drop here.]
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[That much is certain.]
I'm hoping it'll swing closer to Struxta though. A problem we can solve, that doesn't have quite as high a risk if we fail - not that we knew that in the first place.
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[He smiles at her very faintly, briefly.]
How shitty is it if I say that part, uh, when I found out about it it was actually kind of a relief?
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Not at all. It's easier when the only people we're risking are ourselves. We at least know what we're getting into, kind of.
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[If she sounds slightly bitter about that fact, it becomes clearer with the statement that follows.]
I didn't realize that that was a high standard to meet.
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