( NPC LOG ) WORLD JUMP # 4: THE HOROLOGIUM.

[anessa]

V I O L E T

within a few days, every circle member will find that the small square panels hovering over their cots have been activated. they flicker green for a moment, and an interface gradually manifests before you. it looks a little like a computer terminal at first...

before the words slowly begin to form.

during your time on the horologium, this screen will change accordingly. your repairs and modifications to the ship will be logged for all to see. and by who, exactly?

well....

🠖 NETWORK

[ all of your watches come to a static halt. there's a crackle before a message begins to appear on the screen. ]

did it
work
u guys see this?
kk
i was the one who turned on your screens
should probs introduce myself
call me violet
bottom line is
i got no idea who the hell any of you are
but THAT'S working again
and this ship is hanging by a thread
damn it i shouldnt have sent all of you this at the same time
my watch is totes gonna blow up in 1..2...3

🠖 MESS HALL

[ violet is seated at a table — her hands are folded but her eyes are flitting from side to side as though she's taking in her surroundings. there's a notable scar that slashes across her face, and she's fitted in a jumpsuit much like your own. ]

Oh, hey. It's your favorite stranger: Violet.

[ there's a silence. ]

...I'm guessing you guys have got questions.

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Comments

[anessa]

Huh. Lovecraft was a philosopher of ours, but the guy died maybe 20...30 years ago? He came up with this theory that these allmighty tentacle monsters existed all the way out here. They could mess with your head and drive you to insanity. Whatever this thing was, it reminded me of those creatures he used to talk about.

[ she fiddles with her watch a bit before looking back up. ]

A lot of were adept fighters. But this thing...it was something else. Something we've never seen before. [ for a moment, however, she smirks. ] If y'need a sparring partner you know who to call, though.

[ violent leans forward. there's another silence as she deliberates. ]

Yeah...that's — that's a good word for it. Who's the woman that sent you here and how did she manage to do it?

[elegant_and_proud]

I will look forward to sparring with you. But first, I want to know as much about the attack as possible. What happened when your crew first detected the creature, and how did it attack you?

[She thinks a good sparring match would be beneficial to both of them. In isolation, physical things are good for keeping one's mind healthy. Something that seems to be especially important now.]

Her name is Astoria, and she possesses teleportation magic to a degree that I have only seen in one other being.