( october intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: October 1st
Where: The mess hall, kitchen, and other locations
What: The crew
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning

SHIP LIFE

”Working together not only helps us move more quickly, it changes the nature of what we can undertake.”

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 various machines line the walls on either side, though they are not accessible from where you stand. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and sign a contract that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

MERO DECK ● NOMO DECK ● MORO DECK

☄Crew members exposed to Exuo will notice that effects are slowly beginning to taper off. However, most will still continue to feel some agitation over the smallest things. Perhaps a visit to the UV beds will lighten that mood of yours.

☄MINI RECEPTION

Orders have been sent down to the kitchen to prepare something small but fulfilling for the entirety of the crew as a way to thank them for their hard work gathering supplies and returning to the Moira mostly unscathed. The mess hall has been decorated—kind of. There are small, tidy bows stuck to the backs of chairs and “party favors” spread out across the tables. These favors make a room smell sweet but are otherwise harmless. As a gift from Thán, he has provided the crew with a treat of sorts in addition to the foods the kitchen has prepared. All crew scheduled for morning shifts in the kitchen will have helped with these preparations. As a note, there is also a soft, unfamiliar melody coming from an old radio on one of the tables. The captains encourage everyone to relax, have fun, and get to know one another better.

Other areas of the ship are also open to exploration! Privileges for crew ranked Tiruncula** are as follows: (1) shift in kitchen and/or mess hall duties can be skipped each week without repercussions.

( ooc; **Ranks are listed here with an explanation. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

Comments

Peridot | Semi-Open

[peridork]

[Closed to Bruce Banner]

Somehow or another they'd finally managed to shepherd Peridot up to her new quarters, despite her determination to not go quietly. These aliens keep telling her that they're just taking her up to a space where she can sleep from here on out, but she doesn't need to sleep. In fact, she doesn't even really know what sleep is???

Her inquiries ultimately go unanswered. Stressed and aggravated, with a million questions still burning on in her mind, she's finally left to her own devices in the entryway of a strange chamber full of even stranger objects.

Fear is no obstacle when it comes to indulging her natural inquisitiveness; it doesn't take her very long to start investigating the area, her curiosity far too great to resist. Four of the fingers on one hand separate and form a little holo-screen, which she promptly inputs the command to start recording a log.

Her heavy limb-enhancers clunk along the floor as she putters about, poking in this corner and that, talking into the screen as she goes. The beds catch her attention first. She approaches one, and pauses to lift the covers up off of the mattress, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"It appears this room is equipped with several concealed storage units of some kind," she observes, focused so completely that she couldn't notice anyone entering unless they came in while making a great deal of noise.

[Closed to deckmates (Mero Deck)]

[A]

With her own quarters thoroughly investigated, Peridot eventually emerges out into the hall that spans the rest of the barracks on this level. Of course, she exits with what she considers to be expert stealth, glancing up and down the hall. The gem's pretty much under the impression that she's supposed to be confined to her room, and that she's being incredibly clever and sneaky by breaking out of there.

In no time that means she's up and down the hall, peering into rooms, jiggling doors and just generally getting her weird little hands all over everything. One might find her trying to investigate a cabin that isn't hers.


[B]

...Or perhaps you'll come across her in the bathing area. It certainly catches her attention, being different from the other rooms on the floor. Ever curious, she gravitates immediately towards the suspicious knobs on the tub. Gingerly, after checking to make sure that no one else is present, she turns one, and leaps back when water comes gushing out, bristling with alarm. She's never seen such a thing in her life before!

"What could this possibly be meant for?" she murmurs, and then addresses her screen: "I've discovered an odd device of unknown purpose. It seems to produce some kind of liquid... perhaps an acid, meant to administer torture during interrogations...?"

[Reception, OTA]

Well, this girl is definitely not a party person, but her continued determination to gather as much information as possible means that she's putting herself in the thick of one, anyway. Though she isn't really engaging with anyone directly, she's difficult to miss, what with her bright green complexion and weird robot limbs.

Her screen is now stored away, but that doesn't mean she's done being nosy as hell. Currently she's intrigued by the radio, and seriously considering getting her weird little fingers all over the knobs of it. What is this. What does it do. It looks like an archaic communication device. Could it be the key to her escape?

[hyperkinesia]

Being human, Bruce doesn't have as many questions when he gets told about rooms, beds, or sleeping. Even if right now, the thought of closing his eyes for that long makes him a little too nervous, not knowing entirely where he is, how he got here, and who are the people in charge of this place. He doesn't trust anything, he can't trust anything, and that leaves him feeling a little too wary to even think about letting his guard down and fall asleep.

Once the crew members taking him to his room leave, easily doing so since Bruce didn't protest or fight them at all on the way there - better play along for now, not draw any attention to himself -, he steps inside, his feet quiet as he steps across the threshold. Despite the strangeness of the oval egg-like beds, the odd furniture, what really catches his eye instead is the other person in the room.

A small girl, but... green. Dressed weirdly too. He stares in silence for a while, and it takes him a moment to realize that if he really is on a spaceship, then naturally he should expect other species, and not just humans. She speaks then, and that's what gets him to snap out of his stunned silence a little, his lips twitching in amusement at her words as she peeks underneath the bed covers, noticing that she's making some kind of log as she explores the room.

"They're beds," he offers, genuinely wanting to be helpful. She might not know what beds are or what they're for, after all.

[peridork]

Her reaction is rather over the top. Startled, the gem jolts, and-- in her haste to turn around towards the source of the voice-- promptly clunks the top of her head on the upper rim of the weird egg-shaped bed.

"Ow!" Peridot exclaims in a nasally voice, abruptly cutting off all of the demanding questions she was preparing to start slinging at him. She staggers one step to the side and claps her free hand over the point of impact.

[hyperkinesia]

The girl jolts, and Bruce does too, though a little less noticeably and not quite with the same consequences. Letting out a sound of surprise, he lifts a hand up almost apologetically, stepping farther into the room but not coming too close to her.

"I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to startle you." It's something Bruce hates people doing to him, so he feels a little bad that he did that without even realizing it. And with the way she staggers, he actually worries that she's really hurt herself. "Are you okay?"

[peridork]

No harm done: she seems to have brushed it off already, removing her hand and shaking her head vigorously as though to reset herself. Gems are sturdy like that.

"I'm fine," she says, tense, defensive.

Peridot looks him up and down suspiciously, still poised with her hands out at her sides, defensive and ready to take action. "Who-- and what-- are you?"

[hyperkinesia]

Bruce's instinct reaction is to draw in on himself, step around and a little bit away from her. He doesn't actually think she'll attack him out of nowhere, but he'd rather avoid any kind of confrontation, especially only hours after he's gotten here.

"I'm Bruce. Bruce Banner," he says, taking a moment because he's not really used to being asked what he is. Of course, the few rare times he was, it was in an entirely different context, so. "I'm human. What... what about you?"

[peridork]

The fact that he's acting so obviously non-confrontational is enough to give her pause. Her eyes widen; she tilts her head and relaxes, just a bit, still frowning.

"Not human," she says rather cryptically, eyes narrowed in a stare that's more thoughtful than accusatory now.

"I'm Peridot," she says finally.

Reception

[petrifiedshadow]

Starflight had been slowly inching toward the radio, curious about it himself. At first he assumed it was animus-touched to play music on it's own, but that didn't seem quite right somehow.

He was distracted from his original subject of observation when Peridot walked over. Was that human green? It didn't smell like a human. Was it wearing a gemstone on it's forehead? What was wrong with it's claws?

He snuck closer, into Peridot's periphery. Staring at her little too intently as he tried to figure out what exactly he was seeing here.

[peridork]

Having caught his movement, and now suddenly aware of the large, black shadow creeping ever closer to her, Peridot turns her head towards Starflight very, very slowly, as though she's frightened of what she might see.

She isn't sure what she's looking at, when she finally does. The gem stares, wide-eyed. Frozen. Her fingers are hovering a mere few inches from the dials on the radio but she seems to have forgotten what she was doing, completely distracted by the approach of this entirely unfamiliar beast sneaking towards her.

[petrifiedshadow]

Starflight took a step back, going tense as well. He may have been the one watching her first but that does not make it any less horrible to be stared down like that. A few very uncomfortable moments passed during which time Starflight confirmed that was definitely some sort of peridot on her head and this was probably the strangest human he had ever seen. Which, was probably not saying much, really, considering how few he had come across before winding up on the Moira.

But on of them had to move eventually, and Starflight took a steadying breath, gearing himself up to say something. He raised an uncertain claw to point at the radio.

"Do you- do you know what that is?" He ducked his head lower, pulling his wings in close around him.

[peridork]

Holy shit. It talks, too. A talking quadraped. What is wrong with this wacky spaceship?

"Uhhh..." Peridot trails off, mouth hanging open. She glances between Starflight and the radio briefly, before composing herself and straightening up in an attempt to look knowledgeable and important.

"Well it seems to be some kind of outdated audio communication device, although why it's making such a racket is beyond me," she lectures, gesturing with her odd fingers. Without pausing, she narrows her eyes at him again. "What are you?"

[petrifiedshadow]

Audio communication? The captains had mentioned something about that, about how they could use the MIDs to speak to other crew members. He fiddled with the metal panel strapped to to the back his talons. If only he could read up on this stuff. Maybe he could ask for some sort of manual.

"I'm a dragon. A NightWing, to be precise." He flared one wing open slightly, enough for Peridot to get a look at the spots of silver scattered through the black scales. It looked for a moment like he wanted to elaborate on that but, given recent events, regaling people with stories about how incredible the NightWings were felt misleading, at best.

"You're not human, are you? I mean, you look similar, but I've never read anything about them being green. Or any color other than brown."

[peridork]

Peridot looks surprised to see that wing unfurling even just a little bit, simply because Starflight is an unknown entity and his wings are unlike anything she's ever seen before, save for Lazuli's water formations. However, she would be lying if she were to say that she didn't think the pattern on them was at least little bit cool. Stars. Neat.

Of course, Starflight gets no such compliments from her. "Of course I'm not a human," she snorts, rolling her eyes like Starflight just asked her the most idiotic question in the world. She puffs herself up, looking smug. "I'm a gem. A peridot, to be precise."

She may not know what a dragon is, but it doesn't really matter what they are because what she does know is that gems are the best.

[B]

[neveroutwrenched]

Having just come back from a long shift with navigation, Ratchet was tired, hungry and wholly prepared to spend the rest of the day doing nothing of consequence...or at least he was until he heard a lone, impossible-to-ignore, strangely nasally voice coming from the washroom just as he's passing by. Especially the bit about the acid.

Curiosity wins out, and he steps into the bizarrely, almost uncomfortably pristine room, and without hesitating in the slightest...

“Close. It’s actually poison.”

Ratchet u shit

[peridork]

Her surprise at seeing Ratchet is totally overshadowed by her terror at the information that the liquid gushing out of these pipes is apparently poison. Y'know. Especially because as he said that, she was literally just reaching out with one disembodied finger to try and poke at it.

"P-p-pOISON?" Peridot stammers, scrambling back a few steps from the tub with a look of abject horror on her face. She almost died just now.

[neveroutwrenched]

Well that was...not the reaction he was expecting.

“Hey- listen, it was just a joke…” It would almost be funny how thoroughly she’d bought into it, if not for her obvious distress. “It’s just water. Regular, plain, un-poisoned water. Really.”

[peridork]

"Whaaaa?"

She squints at the water, then at him. "Prove it."

[neveroutwrenched]

“What, really?” Now Ratchet isn’t sure if she's trying to pull one over on him and he gives her an incredulous look. She didn’t look like she was from a world that hadn’t invented running water yet but...well, you can't make assumptions.

He cups a hand beneath the still-running water and brings it to his mouth to drink. It had that hyper-sterilized, slightly ionized metallic taste that water tended to have on spaceships, but otherwise, it was just water. He gives her a look that just says, ‘see’?

[peridork]

Peridot watches him with narrowed eyes, a look of mild surprise passing over her face when he swallows the supposed 'water'.

"Hmmm..." The gem turns back towards the faucet and gingerly bats her fingers through the stream, just to be sure. So it is just water...

"What is the purpose of this contraption?" she asks, still splashing her fingers under the tap. "It's rather plain looking for a decorative fountain."

reception

[heliakal]

Clark has been staying to the sidelines of the party, speaking to crewmates here and there if they look a little lost. He's got a bowl of ice-cream laden with toppings in his hands, but he's mostly picking at it while he watches the others. It's not all that different an awkward high school dance... except for everyone having been kidnapped halfway across the universe.

The radio seems like it's a common object of fascination, and eventually he gravitates back towards it. He hasn't seen anyone who looks quite like the girl standing there, but he's getting strangely accustomed to seeing - well, other aliens.

"No radios where you come from, I take it?"

[peridork]

She turns to look at him and just kind of. Stares blankly for a second.

"What's a 'radio'?" she demands, squinting suspiciously.

[heliakal]

"It receives radio waves and converts them into sound," Clark says. "For entertainment."

He holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "Really. It's harmless, I promise."

[peridork]

Oh. Radio. Radio waves... Geez. She's so used to everything around here just being completely different from what she expects that she kind of figured the device would have some completely different function separate from the name.

"Really?" Peridot kind of sneers in disbelief and pokes at the object in question, frowning. "It's so primitive looking though..."

[heliakal]

She seems to understand what it does at least, so that makes things a lot easier. "What does it look like where you come from?"

[peridork]

"Well, that's a simple question with a complicated answer," she says without pausing her investigation of the device. "Gems have many devices that receive and emit audio... one of the oldest examples is a wailing stone. But no one uses those anymore," Peridot snorts.