( november mini event )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: November 4th and on.
Where: The Moira.
What: The crew begin to make preparations for the Midway Hub.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

in the corners "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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Comments

[democratically]

[It is enough to leave her teetering, a hand moving to steady herself with the wall as she sought to keep the world from spinning. The question dully enters her brain, although she answers without much thought.]

Was I?

[It takes a moment as she yawns, seeking to roam through her memories, before giving a sleepy hum.]

I was. Yes. [Although there is no answer as to where it is she had been going.]

[backsassin]

[Zam stares at the senator, unable to suppress an incredulous little laugh at the dazed way she’s speaking. Zam had died trying to kill this woman and now? She’s so placid, so vulnerable that Zam imagines she could lead her right up to an airlock and she wouldn’t think to ask where they were going until she was already halfway out of the ship.

She stares for another beat -- and then places a heavy hand on the woman’s shoulder.] I think you should come with me.

[democratically]

[Padmé does remain with a perplexed expression, clearly missing something, although she cannot fathom what it is that she is missing. There is a small wave of her hand, dismissive.]

Oh. No. That's fine. [Yawning again as her hands turns to cover it.] I'll just... Continue on.

[backsassin]

Uh-huh. You look like you’re about to-- [Zam yawns herself, the other woman’s sleepiness proving contagious.] --like you’re about to pass out.

[Zam takes her hand off the senator’s shoulder to rub at her eyes.] Ugh. Something weird is happening, isn’t it? [“Something weird” said with the weary resignation of someone who has become used to weirdness on a regular basis.

She makes an absent-minded motion for the senator to follow her, turning to walk down the hall.] Come on. We should be... somewhere else...

[democratically]

[Her mind wanders, wanders like it hasn't in some time, and perhaps she has a point. Padmé does feel like she would go for a nap right about now. But she was going somewhere, wasn't she? She can't recall, trying to retrace her steps within her mind, although it is hard to focus.]

Oh? We're expected somewhere?

[And with a yawn, Padmé does shuffle behind her. Maybe Anakin... Her mind drifts to her husband for a moment, wondering what he is up to, before following the leader again.]

[backsassin]

[Zam waves a hand in a lazy gesture.] Yeah… something like that. [Eyes find her feet as she walks. She noticed the soft brightness before, figured it had something to do with the aforementioned “something weird.” Except now the brightness is fading with every step, a sinister reflection of Zam's own flagging energy levels.

That’s… probably not good.

It’s too far to the living quarters. She veers sharply into a room off the hallway, picking at random. Shoulders sag slightly as she looks around. They’ve ended up in the lounge. There are couches. It’ll do.]

You ever see kids play that game where you’re not allowed to touch the ground? [Zam asks wearily as she flops onto one of the sofas. Legs curl beneath her as she casts a mistrustful glare at the floor.] We’re playing that now.

[Under normal circumstances, she might bristle at the idea of being stuck in the same room as the woman she died hunting. Now, she's much too tired to care.]

[democratically]

[There is another drawn out yawn as she stretches her arms over her head, although it does little to waken her up. No, that tiredness remains, eyes heavy and brain feeling bogged down. There are times when she does lose track of events going on here. It's not like the Senate where there are set times for certain meetings.

Padmé is perplexed though, not quite understanding why it is that she wants to play a game.]

Why? [Although the couch looks very tempting, and Padmé sinks herself down on to one of them, curling up on it.] I think I'd rather just sit here.

[backsassin]

[Zam snorts, her own eyelids starting to droop as she settles into the couch.]

Don’t take it so literally, senator. All I meant is to keep your feet on the furniture. Call me crazy, but… [She trails off, eyes glazing over as her mind starts to drift. After a moment she seems to remember herself and gives her head a fierce shake.]

Just trust me on this one.

[democratically]

Feet typically are not supposed to be on furniture.

[Unless it is a foot stool. But glancing down, she frowns. No foot stools in sight, although her feet certainly are on the couch.]

If you say so.