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( november mini event )

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!

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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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[Despite Venom's best efforts, the garden seemingly kept getting gloomier. A couple of the plants died off, but others were doing well. Bartholomew still had plenty of healthy fruit and water, thankfully, but the rest worried the former assassin. What's worse was how tired he felt after his shifts, even the shorter ones.

When he finishes up, he secures his pet and checks his water bottle before heading back to his room. The feeling of dread starts to wane a bit, though he spots someone who's less fortunate.]

Jim...?

[He makes his way down the corridor, trying to shrug off the worsening smell.]

Are you all right, sir?

[ Jim had lost track of how many corridors he had half-stumbled through before the exhaustion took over enough to stop him in his tracks. He hadn't found any people at all, even if he thought he heard some a time or two, but that could have easily been his being tired catching up with him. It was like he hadn't had any rest at all.

He looks up when he hears his name, but can't muster the energy for his usual crooked grin. ]

Venom? Hey, I just---I'm not sure what's going on. I was just trying to get to a different area, but I'm---exhausted.

I think I ended up turned around as well.

Would you like some assistance getting to your room?

[He puts his own lingering exhaustion aside and helps Jim steady himself. There's something very wrong going on and Venom can't put his finger on it. It's like the air of death, but it's not the same as he experienced. He doesn't sense it from Jim, either.]

If you give me directions, I can get you there quickly.

Yeah, I guess I should probably go back if I'm feeling like this.

[ He shifts to stand up fully, away from the small, unaffected piece of bulkhead he'd found, and sways briefly before Venom helps steady him on his feet. ] Is this all over the ship?

[ Jim knows too much about the way death can linger in the air. That isn't his experience three years ago talking either. It's from a little colony that history forgot about. A lie spun to hide the truth of what happened. ]

It's, uh, Moro #9. I know I came up a deck or two, though. [ He starts moving, cause otherwise he feels like he could just lay down on the deck and not get back up for a while. ] Are you feeling this too?

[Venom steadies the taller man the best he can, noting the differences between the solid walls and odd patches of something else.]

I'm rather used to such surroundings, so I didn't notice until recently. I feel it might be spreading.

[He quietly tries to remember the dorms' location, but the fatigue is setting in alarmingly fast.]

I am. It fluctuated right after I left the garden. If you would hold onto me.

[He's going to attempt to "glide" as opposed to run.]

[ Jim is trying to help, honestly, but he doesn't seem to be doing much more than hindering. ]

I've never seen anything like it, not in a long time, but that was different.

[ Decay and rot of a different kind. He nods as Venom asks him to hold onto him, and shifts to wrap his arms around his shoulders a little more securely. ] Like this?

You don't have super-speed like that one kid, do you?

That will work.

And no, I do not have super speed.

[He just prefers not to run. It takes too much energy in these kinds of situations. Venom crouches a bit, and launches himself in a steady, comfortable "glide". It's how he charges his opponents, and it's a bit quicker than plain running.

And it keeps his focus away from the decaying ship around them. He didn't realize how bad it had gotten the past few days.]

I hope they repair the ship soon. This is rather disconcerting.

[ Jim tries to focus on Venom and his explanation, rather than the sick feeling curling its way through his whole body. It's a lot easier to do once they start moving. ]

Huh, that's pretty handy.

[ He nods in agreement, grimacing only a little as they pass an area more decayed than all the rest. ]

Yeah, no kidding. If it keeps up we're going to have to start sealing off sections, and shoring up what damaged areas we can before things start to break apart.

It's rather useful in battle.

[He's had to use it now and then, especially when he battled Bedman. The decaying parts are becoming more and more apparent, worrying the former assassin greatly.]

Let us hope we find a planet soon, or at least a place we can do repairs. I don't want to think about what could happen if we don't.

[His coasting slows a bit, but it's more out of the bizarre exhaustion that seemed to overcome his friend earlier.]

I can imagine.

[ It's not a good thing that is happening to the ship in the least. They could break apart before they even reach the Midway Hub. Not to mention the strange exhaustion that seems to be tied to it. How are they supposed to make progress towards leaving the Moira if they can't even manage to get from their quarters to their duty stations? ]

Nothing good, really.

[ Jim knows exactly the kind of thing that happens when a ship breaks apart at faster than light speeds, and what happens when rapid deceleration takes over after too much damage. He's also noticed how Venom is slowing a little, it must be getting to both of them, the decay. ]

Are you ok?

[Jim's responses sort of blur together as Venom keeps floating. Everything feels slower, like he wants to fall asleep.

That last bit finally reaches him, and he snaps out of his funk.]

Ah, I feel oddly tired. I've never felt like this before.

[Was it the ship's decaying that was causing his fatigue? He stops briefly, but kicks off again at a more reasonable speed.]

We should arrive at our destination soon.

I think it's whatever is happening to the ship right now. I felt mostly ok before I left my quarters today.

[ He tries to help by not leaning so much of his weight against his friend, but it isn't easy. ]

Good. I can sleep for a week once we get there.

[ He's joking about that. Mostly. ]

I have a feeling we're going to need all the rest we can muster.

[Though that might be his own fatigue talking. He's always been the type to sleep only a few hours a day, yet he feels like he could easily sleep away a week along with Jim.

He stops just short of the dorm area.]

I believe we made it.

Especially if, like usual, things get worse before they get better.

[ Jim is seriously starting to hate that about this ship.

Once they get close enough to his quarters that he can open the door for them, he extricates himself enough to do just that, and waves Venom in. ]

Come on, you can go back out there after we both don't look ready to fall off of our feet.

[Venom stands at the door as he does his best to hide his growing fatigue. Jim's a kind man to offer, but he feels like he shouldn't impose on one's rest.]

I am humbled by your invitation, but I must decline. Please rest well, Jim.

[He should be on his way after that, but he's leaning against a random object, trying not to pass out.]

[ If Jim has to drag Venom bodily into the room, he may just. He offers a weak glower in his direction. ]

No reason to be humble or shy, man. Come on. It isn't like there isn't an extra bed if cuddling isn't your thing.

[ He's honestly seriously concerned about the other man right now. ] Humor me for a little bit at least?

[His state of fatigue makes Jim's words all the more tempting. Venom is about to fall asleep, so he trudges in. He sits on the edge of the bed, trying not to tip over.]

If you insist.

[Yawn.]

[ Good. He really doesn't want to fight Venom on this. He doesn't have the energy for it. Jim is already laid back, flopped against the pillow, and yawns again, failing to reach up and cover his mouth in time. ]

I do. Now come down here already.

[ He reaches out to tug at the assassin's sleeve. ]

[Venom gasps at the tug, still unsure as to why Jim's so adamant about this. Not the rest part, but more the sharing the bed part. He's slow and methodical about his descent upon the mattress, his body stiff but tired.

Soon he's lying down next to his friend, noting the comforting warmth.]

Is this satisfactory?

[ He's adamant about it because Venom looks ready to fall off of his feet because of exhaustion. He swallows back a tired chuckle at the gasp from the assassin, but once he's finally lying down on the bed, Jim shifts.

Shifts, and drapes an arm around Venom, still fighting off the urge to fall asleep right there, and hooks his chin over the other man's shoulder. ]

It is now.

[This is quite the new experience. Jim didn't hesitate at all, and Venom's not sure how to interpret it. It's very soothing to have someone hold him, but his loyalties are preventing him from enjoying the act thoroughly.

Within a few moments, he's relaxing as sleep is threatening to take him away. His hand tentatively brushes against Jim's arm before settling on his wrist. This is how people react to being cuddled, right?]

A-ah, well...

[Paauuusseee.]

Good night, Jim.

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