( february intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

famed & framed "There will be no prison which can hold our movement down." The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Yet, unlike most new crew arrivals, this one is in the middle of chaos. Despite more recent events, the planet of Emiri is not as peaceful as it once was. Frederick Link is still missing, and the authorities of Emiri have yet to lift the interplanetary ban they have placed on all space crafts docked at the aerospace. The captains previous held a meeting asking crew for any and all information that might help them locate the Komai, a mysterious group determined to undermine Link'd Inc's work providing flourishing matches across the universe by causing random acts of violence and protest across the three main cities: Harashan, Avelle, and St. Murtel. These things have led to mass arrests as well as an unsettling atmosphere spreading across the planet, and since a previous broadcast, things are beginning to escalate. A downward spiral of these events begins as soon as new arrivals start to leave the Ingress—an unmarked box arrives in the cargo bay addressed to the inhabitants of the Moira. As per his job, Niko Bellic is the one to discover this box and open it. For some, the contents may be particularly gruesome. Link’s body is inside, clothed in a simple white button-down and pants (no shoes), and it looks as if letters have begun to bleed through the material. Anyone with expert knowledge of torture may note that Link was, in fact, tortured for information, and those letters? The writing itself spells out the name St. Murtel. The captains, having been alerted of this, make an attempt to contact those at Link’d Inc. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done. ☄ First: MISCOMMUNICATION Somehow, whether intentional or not, the Komai have once again hacked public systems and networks to brand those of the Moira as the ones behind these terroristic acts. They still use their own name, but the images are different, focusing on familiar faces wearing the ship’s uniforms and traveling to the Aerospace to return to the Moira. Not only that, there are short recordings of Link’s final words that mention a very recognizable name: Captain Thán. The Komai have redirected the blame to the Moira and its crew for their own means, and in response, any and all crew who are captured by authorities will immediately be detained and shipped out to unknown locations. The Captains send a message via MID and request everyone return to the ship to prevent this from happening. Yet, not all messages will be delivered depending on how far away they are. With everyone’s safety hanging in the balance, the Captains have decided to take things into their own hands and find a way to lift the block on the Moira so they can leave Emiri’s orbit and avoid further repercussions regardless of whether or not any one of the crew wants to stay. ☄ Second: DECOY & DISTRACT After learning that Benjamin Link, son of recently deceased Frederick Link, knows how to unlock the ship so they can leave, the captains ask for volunteers to act as decoys on a mission to the Aerospace in Harashan. Their job is to distract guards and Emiri citizens, leaving the path clear for Benjamin to get to the computers. The captains reiterate that they are to use nonfatal methods as they don’t want a repeat of the events on Caducus Primary. Without his help, the ship won’t be able to leave, making this mission critical and extremely time sensitive. ☄ Third: RESCUE During the mission, Benjamin informs the crew that the Komai aren’t incorrect in their claims that Link’d Inc uses unforgivable means to obtain information in order to make their matches perfect. The children the crew dreamed about are just two of many—the offspring of Emirian citizens who had gone missing. It has long been suspected that Link’d Inc was involved in their disappearances, but only recently has the Komai done anything to shed light on these gruesome rumors. Benjamin, after successfully unlocking the ship, disables the security systems in St. Murtel, which will allow the children a chance to escape. They’ll need assistance in getting out of St. Murtel and to a pre-designated area in Avelle where a group of Komai and Emirians will be waiting for them. But be careful. If anyone is recognized as part of the crew, they will be placed under arrest for treason and possibly never heard from again. ☄ Fourth: BREAKING OUT Now that the computer systems in Harashan’s Aerospace have been used to release the Moira, the entire crew are being called back via MID for an expedient exit from Emiri. Crew will be asked to assist other Moirans in getting back to the ship as quickly as possible via transporters or other small crafts as leaving is their only option at this point. In the escape, Emiri launches an attack on the Moira in an attempt to stop them. The ship’s previously unused defense systems activate, and those assigned to those positions are required to man their posts. Perhaps even those who don’t have the clearance are needed. Either way, it’s time to leave. ☄ Fifth: REFUGEES Now that the ship has finally escaped Emiri’s orbit, the crew will notice a group of stragglers in the main hall. During the crew’s quick exit, about fifty Emirians have taken refuge aboard the Moira, and the captains have agreed to take them to the closest planet so they may start again or live a life free of Link’d Inc “rule”. The captains ask the crew to help get them clothes and food for their short stay, no longer than a day at most, and to occupy them as best they can. Tell jokes, sing songs, bring up the kittens so that everyone can attempt to wind down after this series of unfortunate events. Light entertainment won’t be provided, but on request, some crew members may do just that.

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Scott Lang | ota

[getweird]

☄ Don't move: open

[Scott, even though he's just arrived, has some how misplaced some ants, and by some he's thinking round about two hundred of them. Finding them is a little harder when in a place as big as the Moira, but with enough time spent searching, he figures out where they are.]

They're in your pants. I'm not saying they'll bite, but they might totally bite.

[He has his hands up, walking slowly down the hall towards the other person.]

The ants, man, they're in your pants. Well, trying to be, look down.

☄ Best friends: closed to tron

[Out of all the things he's seen so far, this buddy system is the best part. Old crew shows around new crew, yeah, that works for him. Probably makes it a lot easier on everyone. He liked his buddy so far, and he's only a few minutes late to the mess hall.]

Hey, man. Thanks for meeting me. I'm Scott.

[He's got his hand out, a wide smile.]

☄ wildcard: open

[Scott is available for rescuing or meeting up with other characters; he can be in normal Scott form or in his small ant size.]

She moved

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[One would probably think J as a someone who gets easily spooked out by bugs and insects. Well, not quite. After living a year in orphanage, where one couldn't escape from bed bugs and having daddy long legs living in your hair, definitely scared away any kind of possible phobias.

So, she only raises her brow when being approached by a stranger, who's rambling something about ants. J looks down on the floor, where she indeed does see an ant walking next to her feet.]

Oh. [She says nonchalantly and steps on the poor fellow with her heel. Just because she's not scared of them doesn't mean she has to like them either.]

she shouldn't have moved!

[getweird]

[Scott freezes, an expression of pure incredulity washing across his face, resulting in a surprised, open-mouthed look tossed in her direction.]

Stills.

[God, no. Not Stills. It had to be him, he was the one closest to her, always leading the pack. Scott springs into action, coming down on his knees by her feet, gently attempting to scoop the ant up.]

You okay, lil' buddy?

[Of course he wasn't okay.]

deal with it /sunglasses

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Well now..

That's certainly an unexpected reaction. When he kneels down next to her feet, bewildered J takes a step back and looks down at him.]

Um. Did I miss it?

how dare!

[getweird]

Look, I know not everybody likes ants, but why you gotta go stepping on the little guy?

[He pokes the ant gently, expression falling when he doesn't move.]

He didn't do anything to you.

first one :0

[knaval]

[riptide took to wandering the ship's halls in his holoform; his fat robot ass isn't gonna be able to fit down them in a million years.

he's almost happy to be called out to. he's yet to find any other cybertronians and he's starting to get a little uncomfortable.]

In my-- what? Wait, what?

[looking down, he hops a few times. how can there be anything in his pants this is a hard light projection...

#nailedit]

[getweird]

Oh. Well, sorry man.

[Clearly the ants couldn't be in this man's pants. He wasn't wearing any. Well, there were pants, but they were made of light, so totally not wearing pants.]

They're down there.

[He points by his feet.]

So technically not in your pants, couldn't be, but just wanted to warn you.

[knaval]

You lost me. What are they?

[the holoform flickers, suddenly, as riptide (wherever he's hiding right now) has a mini-panic.]

Oh, god, they're not scraplets, are they?!

first one

[scowls]

[ Fenris stops in mid-step, eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs, as the human approaches. Of all the things someone has said to him, this is perhaps the most surreal.

There are ants in his pants?

His mind immediately leaps to the creatures of Thedas and how those that look the most harmless are often the most dangerous. As he looks down to the ground as instructed, Fenris' lyrium markings flare with light. Stepping backward, he phases his lower half out of both corporeality and his pants.

Thankfully, he's wearing a long tunic and he has no shame. ]

Are they poisonous?

[ His tone is curious more than it's alarmed as he turns his attention back to the human in front of him, ignoring his now empty pants as collapse to the ground on top of the ants. ]

[getweird]

No, man, they aren't. It'll just sting a little if they bite.

[A pinch, nothing more, unless this guy had a low tolerance for pain, and then it might hurt a lot.]

Uhm.

[Wow, this guy had magic, and the kind of magic that could make part of him disappear. Or his pants just fell off. He doesn't know which but it's pretty freaking cool.]

So, you aren't a shy guy are you? Not that I mind, better to not be modest, but it's not everyday someone magics their own pants off cause there's a few ants in them.

[scowls]

[ That's not worth worrying about then. Compared to all the injuries he's sustained over the course of his life, a little sting is as nothing to Fenris.

He glances down at his trousers, considering how best he might retrieve them from the ants without inadvertently taking any of the creatures with him. Perhaps vigorously shaking them out will do the trick.

But then he hears the magic word—quite literally—and his head snaps up, mouth twisting into a grimace of disgust. ]

I am not a mage. I work no magic. [ His head tips slightly to the side. ] What would you have had me do? Take them with me?

Best friends

[fight4theusers]

[Tron had signed up for the "buddy system" almost immediately upon hearing about it... he'd been on the ship as long as anyone here, and he considered it almost his duty to show new arrivals around. Also, how else could he be expected to keep the ship secure and safe if he didn't know who was arriving?

He's waiting for Scott in the mess hall as arranged, and spots him almost immediately as the other man enters the room.]

Greetings again, Scott. I am Tron.

[He shakes his hand firmly, familiar with the User gesture, then takes a step back.] So, what have you seen so far, here? Is there anything in particular you'd like to know?

[getweird]

Nice to meet you again, Tron.

[Scott puckers his mouth, tutting once in thought.]

Well, I've been here and to my room. Maybe you could show me the places that I'm going to need the most?

[He's not really sure how this 'showing around' is supposed to work. Tron's been here longer, he'll know where to go and what to do.]

I'm all yours for as long as you need me.

[fight4theusers]

[Tron nods, starting toward the door.] I'll show you a few places, then. How about the library, first? [He's got little idea of what humans might actually use the most, but he can do his best, from what he's seen.]

And shouldn't that be my line? [He smiles slightly, glancing over at Scott.] I'm supposed to be the one helping you.

welp. he definitely moved.

[teslatomics]

[Unfortunately for Robo, the ants are already climbing up his feet.]

Ants? Where- nononono get Them OFF!

[The last part tapers into a scream as Robo panics. A fear of bugs is rather odd for a robot, but don't judge. How would you like it if bugs could get stuck in between your organs?
There's a very low chance of getting your ants back,and it's getting smaller by the second, as Robo dashes down the hall muttering frantically about possible ways of getting the ants off, up to and including setting himself on fire. Yeah.]

[getweird]

Hey, hey! It's okay, they won't hurt you.

[At least, they don't usually, but they are a little bit crazy. Scott's got the device in his ear, presses his finger over it. Come on, guys. Leave him alone.]

There's no need to resort to using fire.

[Scott moves closer, lifting both his hands to try and calm the robot down.]

It's okay, promise.

maybe moving a little

[seeingscarlet]

[What pants? This is a dress, thank you very much. Is this another strange Americanism?

Except then Wanda looks down and shrieks. Get them off get them off get them off]

[getweird]

Guess not pants, exactly. But they're pretty close to your feet.

[Scott rushes forward, stepping carefully to make sure he doesn't step on anybody. Sorry Silver and Rex, that was close.]

They won't hurt you.

[seeingscarlet]

You just said they would bite me.

[She's had worse of course, but it's annoying like a papercut. Ant bites itch.]

Don't move

[armoured]

Huh?

[Al is pulled up short at the sudden call to him, confused. Or confused until he looks down anyway...

He doesn't wear pants, he's just a suit of armour in a loincloth, but the ants are surging up and under that cloth and, even more disturbingly, through the cracks in his armour and towards the inside.]

W-What?! What's happening?!

[getweird]

[Oh, it's his buddy who is self-conscious of his body.]

Here, I've got you.

[Scott's already there, a hand cupping over the device in his ear, urging the ants to stop. To immediately come right back out of the super private places they've begun to crawl. He doesn't know what the guy's got under there, but he can guess he doesn't want ants on him.]

They're a little worked up, man. I think it's from coming through that big machine. Messed with their heads.

[armoured]

[He has literally no idea what is going on right now. He's seen a lot of weird things in his life, but is he-- speaking to the ants?!]

How are you doing that?

[He can't help but stare as the tide of ants turns and start to surge back out of his armour again. He is so not prepared to deal with this.]

wildcard

[soldiergenes]

[ Even the "legendary soldier" Solid Snake has to sleep sometime.

Wash doesn't seem to mind that his hours tend to shift from the norm. There's no such thing as night and day when they're out in space, but lately they've been functioning on Emiri's day cycle. Even then, Snake can't seem to keep to a regular schedule. With insomnia a regular issue, he catches a few hours here or there when he can.

So when someone knocks on the door and interrupts his sleep, he isn't thrilled about it.

Who could that be? Wash wouldn't have knocked and Snake doesn't know who else would be looking for either of them. Niko, maybe? But he could have just texted.

He sits up on the oddly-shaped bed and rubs at his eyes, letting out a sigh as he stands and drags himself over to the door. There's a slight chance that some angry citizen has somehow gotten onto the ship, but it seems unlikely, so he isn't quite on the defensive.

Snake opens the door and is met by a complete stranger. He stares at the man through groggy eyes. ] What do you want? [ Snake isn't particularly polite even when he is fully awake. In this circumstance, he doesn't even try. ]

[getweird]

[Scott needs to find his bed, settle in somewhere cozy for the night. He doesn't need a lot of sleep, but when he doesn't get at least a solid four, he's cranky. Which means he'll be spending too much quality time with the coffee pot down in the galley if he doesn't find a place to curl up soon.

His buddy, a guy named Tron, showed him around and then dropped him at his assigned deck, so now he just needs to get inside.

Knocking seemed like the appropriate thing to do, and when the door opens, he's got his hand out and a wide grin.]

Hi, I'm Scott and we're roommates.

[He's got his ant-man suit in a bag slung over his shoulder, and his uniforms stacked up in his arms.]

Just got in and they brought me here. So, can I come in?

[soldiergenes]

[ This isn't what Snake had expected, but honestly, he probably should have. There are enough beds for four people in here, and so it was only a matter of time before he and Wash would have to share the space.

Scott here comes on a little strong, but better someone who's overly friendly than someone who's a complete pain in the ass. Then again, there's no saying that Scott can't be both, but Snake will give it some time before he makes any assessments.

After giving the guy a quick handshake, Snake opens the door wider and then shifts to the side so that Scott can walk in. The room isn't particularly remarkable beyond the decor that can be found in every room on this deck. Since it's occupied by two soldiers, everything is neat and orderly. (There are a few cardboard boxes in Snake's corner of the room, though. His weapons he has the good sense to put out of sight.)

Most eye-catching are the three little kittens wandering around the room. One of them is curled up on Snake's bed, another one is hiding under Wash's bed, and the third is racing around the room with curious energy. ]

I'm Snake. Wash is the other guy bunking here, but he's out. [ He shrugs and then motions toward the empty beds. ] Make yourself at home.