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"Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.."
So far, things have been sort of normal for those aboard the Moira. Some of the crew have begun researching the Ingress, which has produced some interesting things as a result. There has also been the incident with Navigator Mana being separated from the ship while others have been deal with something worse as well as the on-going problem with Ploiatos. However, all of this isn't the problem.
The Ingress begins to work as it should after combined efforts from the crew and is honed in on the Midway Hub’s specific signature, but traveling there isn’t exactly easy. Since the Ingress hasn’t been working properly for so long, as the energy of it surrounds the ship, it enters the Moira into what the creators had called a “timeslip”. Looking outside the ship, this can be described as a multitude of different things. Inside the ship is a completely different story. Effects from Ploiatos have not disappeared, and some of them have even amplified due to the timeslip. Pieces of the ship are beginning to rot away and entire sections of the floor might just disappear from underfoot. Also, one other thing: ALL rooms have been unlocked, including a space that holds all of the missing shoes “taken” by the Ingress. ☄ LET’S DO THE TIMEWARP (AGAIN) The timeslip is not kind to those riding it through to its destination. Looking out any window will reveal worlds growing, thriving and dying in the blink of an eye. One may even glimpse faces of those they know in various states, perhaps even fragments of events that have not happened or maybe never will. Time is weird like that. But there are other things to be wary of in the time slip. Insomnia strikes without warning, and sanity will begin to trickle away as well. Some may even fall prey to body alterations as they travel through more damaged areas of the ship. Bodies may be altered by the energy of the slip, aging rapidly or changing in strange and uncomfortable ways that can’t be properly explained. These changes will happen suddenly and fade away without warning, but there is no getting used to it. People are not meant to be caught unprotected within a timeslip like this, and with the ship falling apart, there is nothing to keep them insulated from the side effects of the vortex.
They say if you stare too long into the abyss that the abyss begins to stare back, but in this case, even averting your eyes may not keep you safe from the dangers on all sides. ☄ HE ATE MY HEART Inside the timeslip, one thing is clear: anything and everything can happen. First Mate Egan will tell anyone who asks that this isn’t typical, which prompts Ira to tell the crew to exercise caution until they reach the Midway Hub. What should take seconds feels like weeks inside the slip, and packing for departure is encouraged. Outside the ship, time flits by, passing disorientingly fast, and for the first few days, it is the only notable malfunction.
Three days in, the crew encounter the first slip monsters. They come within hours of each other in two waves, and when they’ve boarded the Moira, they won’t go until killed or the ship has reached the Hub. The pool will have a new guest, the hallways are over run with small creatures, and the vents are swarming with massive foreign things. The slip is a dangerous place, and all crew are allowed to use any means necessary to stay safe. (All slip monsters can be used by any players; the monsters can attack each other, crew, themselves, the ship. It’s a literal monster throw-down.) ☄ ISN'T IT IRONIC? DON'T YOU THINK? As the Moira reaches the Midway Hub, the ship shudders out of the timeslip‐what should be a graceful stop is anything but. The ship shakes, the vibrations unending and splitting metal. The Ingress machine thrums, a heartbeat felt in every inch of the Moira as the energy crests out of the boundaries the creators had fashioned for it. Blue swirls of light curl up and out, breaking open the ship from the inside out. It begins to plummet, and evacuation measures are, once again, initiated.
Crew are instructed to get to transporters and crafts, leaving nothing and no one behind. The ship is breaking, falling fast and rough through the atmosphere surrounding the Hub. Evacuation pods are primed, anyone in cryo will be taken to the Cargo Bay for transport (unless alternate arrangements were already made), and the hatch in the Bay is opened for crew to escape through. The coordinates for meeting are sent to all crew, not far from where the Moira should touch down, and all medical staff are asked to be ready and waiting for when the ship lands. ☄ GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM Those who have already evacuated and have landed on the foggy, dark expanse of terrain that the coordinates have guided them to will see nothing around them except for the bright light of the Moira as it breaches the atmosphere and crashes into the rocky surface of the Midway Hub. One of the Captains, Thán, chose to stay on the ship until the last moment to make sure all crew were evacuated and was injured in the process. His reading on the IC Directory blips in and out, signaling that he’s somewhere in the ship’s rubble in need of immediate assistance. The MIDs stop functioning after the initial crash and other than reading vital signs, won’t come back on for a few hours (the network won’t work correctly in that time frame, sending videos and messages that it shouldn’t or not posting at all). The other Captains will ask for someone to take a head count and to report anyone who might be missing while all others will be directed to carefully seek out crew in the rubble and to gather any cargo that they can. Take inventory, set up a medical tent, check transporters and crafts, help crew, and stay together until everyone is accounted for.
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thisavrou_log2016-11-15 09:40 pm
ground control
[He steps up, without hesitating. He should probably drag himself to the medical tent at some point, but making sure his fiends and teammates are okay is more important.]
[And so is this. Making what repairs he can help with. Even if it includes using his hand as a welder.]
I've got one on me, if you don't.
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I don't have mine on me. It's a good thing you have yours.
[ She sighs, showing him a tired but appreciative smile. This crash really took it out of her. It's going to take a lot to summon the energy necessary to fix this trash heap up into a proper, working ship once again.
Did she mention that she really hates crash landings?]
Let's get started, shall we?
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[Injuries and crashes don't stop the pun train, apparently. To elaborate on the point, he lifts his hand, the fingers already glowing purple. It spreads all the way up his wrist, before he steps forward, bracing the piece with her.]
[Then pressing the glowing palm to the broken joint. Metal glows white-hot on contact.]
If we do this to both sides... we can probably stick them together.
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That's pretty impressive. Mine is just an ordinary torch.
[ Dutch stoops down by the hunk of metal to get a better look at all of it. ]
Good idea. I'm Dutch, by the way. Don't think we've met.
[ Smiling up at him, she gives a wave of her own, perfectly ordinary hand. ]
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[If he sounds a little distracted, blame using the hand. It's taking a lot of focus. He glances over at her wave, but doesn't return it. After all, his hands are busy welding together a piece of the ship.]
Shiro. Wish we could've met on the actual ship.
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[ She watches him weld with great interest. It's pretty cool. Dutch is one who is easily fascinated by cutting edge technology. This is somewhat similar to that. Shiro is a pretty interesting individual. ]
It seems like I've been meeting people in the worst circumstances lately.
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Well. Since I got here, things seem like they've just been 'bad'.
At least you're not alone there.
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[ Dutch lets out an amused huff of breath watching him work. ]
You make me look like an amateur with this shit. I have an ordinary torch I use. Do you do this for work on the ship? When it's up and running, I mean?
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[His turn to huff, though it's more tired than amused -- up until she starts complimenting it. His jaw tightens.]
No. It's not something I do unless I have to.
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Life isn't easy, but you take what you can get, right?
[ His expression doesn't go unnoticed. Dutch is instantly curious as to why he'd react in such a way and perhaps a little guilty for provoking such a reaction. ]
Sorry.
[ She mumbles the apology awkwardly, not knowing what exactly she's sorry for. ]
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[He shakes his head a little, as if to brush off the apology and to brush off his expression from earlier.]
It's fine, don't worry. I... don't know how to take praise, I guess.
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Perhaps I'm not the best at offering praise. Either way, we're good now?
[ She looks hopeful. It would absolutely be the cherry on top of a crappy sundae if she'd crossed someone within minutes of meeting them just after the Moira crashed. Her day can't get much worse. ]
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[He tries for a smile. No hard feelings indeed. It's just hard to maintain that kind of reassuring look when you're that tired and nursing cracked bones.]
We'll pretend it didn't happen.