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"all we see is nothing but empty spaces"
Since leaving the Mini Colony behind, the crew has been as busy as ever trying to find a quicker way to the Midway Hub—thus a faster way home. With the help of several people, as well as the presence of the Captains (both old and new), some progress has been made. Through this process, a vote was taken to name the “new species” that Ploiatos has become due a malfunction of the Ingress, and the general consensus has settled on Mirtis (meer-tees).
While the research continues to move forward at a startlingly fast rate due to the crew stumbling across Ploiatos’ workroom, the Moira’s Navigator’s health has been slowly declining. After learning that Manasseh was intricately connected with the ship, it’s easier to see why harm to the Moira had affected her; like the effects from the Caducan glass. Crew can see her going to and from the Medbay, her outward appearance slowly shifting into something that is eerily similar to that of Ploiatos. After a remark from one of the crew members about this, the Captains realize that either Ploiatos itself, the Ingress machine, or a combination of the two have begun changing Mana. And not for the better. In an attempt to keep the Moira functioning properly and to remove Mana from danger, Medbay and any tech staff, led by previous Captain Cúrre separate her completely from the Moira. In what seems like good fortune, the disjunction goes well for the Navigator, and the ship continues to run for a few days without any hitches.
The Captains had announced prior what the procedure was for and when it would be completed and have sent out a follow-up message informing the crew of what’s currently going on. Unfortunately, in true Moiran fashion, Ploiatos had been using a tenuous connection with Mana to try and gain hold of the ship, and ultimately, the Ingress. When the Navigator is separated, Ploiatos’ hold becomes complete as she, unbeknownst to anyone else, had kept Ploiatos at bay, and the ship begins to change.
☄ DEEP IN DECAY When you wake up, everything aboard the Moira is dim. Maybe it’s not so unusual given the time, though there are some peculiar things about this day on the ship. There’s an acrid smell to the walls, as if something is growing where something else has died, and the air is denser, sparked with a strange energy that can be felt all around—like the static before a storm. It doesn’t take long to learn that there are also visible differences to parts of the ship. The ground has a spongy feel to it when you walk, and each step you take glows softly underfoot before slowly fading away. Too many times across the floors like this, and you begin to feel tired, sleepy. As if the very energy inside you is being drained away. Anywhere that you come into contact with the ship results in the same drowsy, exhausted effects. Luckily, certain areas will be less affected than others and offer a safer place to rest, regroup, and wait it out.
☄ PACK IT UP Even with the current events and how they’re affecting the ship, preparations still need to be made for their arrival at the Midway Hub. In an effort to keep on track with these plans, Captain Ira and First Mate Egan introduce a device that makes carrying personal belongings easier and more efficient. Each crew member is given a small, palm-sized disc with a single impression in its center and its corresponding holding container. (Usually, this is a clear carrying case, but some have converted the disc into a more wearable option.) When the first is placed on an item (clothes, bed, ship, etc.), it scans and then readjusts the matter, shrinking it down and placing it inside. Anything crew want to take with them when they leave the Moira should be stored and packed away. If there is a public item on the ship that crew believe should go with them, simply ask the other Moirans and then store it inside the PacDisc for easy travel. (A PacDisc code can be found here.)
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thisavrou_log2016-11-05 09:00 pm
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There is a small noise of protest as the touch, and Padmé goes to burrow her head in deeper, although something tickles at her mind, as her pillow isn't soft or fluffy. Rather, it is fairly hard. An eye cracks open, blearily catching sight of Anakin, and another noise is given.]
Five more minutes.
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[The chuckle that follows is as slow as everything else, and while positive, it's not exactly upbeat. He sounds as tired as he feels and she looks.]
Sleeping in your office I could understand-- [he yawns and the pause stretches on as he struggles to recall what he'd been about to say; he'd come here with a purpose, hadn't he? ...Right. Checking up.] You don't even work here.
[But as good as the argument might seem--and he did think it very, very good in the moment--it's hard to hold an argument when the person he's arguing with is likely not listening to much of it anyway. And worse, it's harder and harder to remember one moment to the next. The desk looks like a more reasonable option every moment.
He slumps up against it for a moment, then slides to the floor, back pressed to the desk itself, and he reaches up lazily for Padmé's arm with a drawn out, quiet hum.] I bet-- [another yawn] --I make a better pillow than your desk does.
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I was doing work...
[It's murmured softly, slightly sheepishly, admitting that the position he had found her in certainly wasn't indicative of that, but the books are not for show. But Padmé does find a lingering smile on her lips at the sight of Anakin. He looks much like she feels.
Yet whereas she has taken a seat on a chair, Anakin seems to have settled on the ground, and it is a soft giggle that is given as her fingers find his own, squeezing. No doubt he's going to find his own back protesting his own position sooner or later.]
That is a bet I wouldn't take, love. [Because she knows it would be, and it is so very tempting, as she draws another yawn.] Did you come seeking to provide me a more comfortable pillow?
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Just looking for you, that's all. Make sure you're...okay.
[He screws his eyes shut for a moment, and blinks them open again in an attempt to stay conscious.]
But if that's part of being okay...
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Much better now that you are here.
[Which shall always be the truth with her.]
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[It's self-deprecating, perhaps, but said with enough of a laugh that it doesn't sound serious. If anything said with that exhausted drawl could without it. He tugs at her arm gently and gives another great yawn which obscures something that sounds like a smothered "come here."]
You know, back home, this would show a "significant lack of discipline." Jocasta'd have a fit over layabouts in-- [He turns lazily to glance up at his wife and smiles. Or his mouth might not have moved an inch, but it feels like a smile.] --in her library.
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Nestling against his side, she glances through the side of her eyes, noting that yes, it seems she has made a little bit of a book mess...] Shall I go pick them up?
[Although she hardly seems inclined to do so.]
neeeeeeeeeeeeeeerds
But even outside of the lethargy, the shouldn't is wholly part of the appeal. (How else could he explain every suggested hookup in the Senate building?)]
Why? Are they going somewhere?
[He shrugs softly and wraps an arm around her side, not at all inclined to have her move away.]
huuuuuuuuge ones
Yawning, she seems quite content as his arms circle around her, and her eyes even flicker closed, breathing in the scent that is all him.]
Not at the moment. Just like you.
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But like this, he's free from the worry and concern that sometimes borders on paranoia, where that connection they have is free to simply exist, without strain. In another life, in another time, where he'd have to search trouble out instead of it so readily find this fledgling little family, the idea of domesticity might seem unimaginably boring. Right now, he'd give anything for its assurance.
He strains his back against the hard surface of the wood behind him and settles again, ignoring how the desk digs into his back. Instead, his fingers gently card through Padmé's hair, and he presses a cheek to the top of her head.]
Mmm. [The sound, deep in his chest, fades somewhere in that exhaustion.] I like the sound of that. Not going anywhere.
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Good, because there is no where else I would rather you be.
[Perhaps a better location, but now is not the time that she is thinking about that. She has been tired all day, and there is a sweetness here, in finding comfort in Anakin's arms. That she would never sleep so is of no consequence. It seems as good a place as any, and she is too exhausted to move elsewhere.]
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Yours always. [The sentiment is overshadowed by a great yawn, and all he does is pull her closer until he's lost entirely in the comfort of her warmth and sleep finally takes him.]
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She is, perhaps, better off than he, sheltered mainly in the lines of his body which is used as a partial pillow. She nestles in, as if they were on Coruscant in the apartment that she had been provided as a Senator. Nothing seems at all out of place as she nuzzles him, letting sleep overtake her again as well.]