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( december event log )

Who: Everyone
When: December 17th and on
Where: Throughout the Moira
What: The reasons for power failure become a little clearer...
Warnings: Possible character death. Please label anything you do that needs a warning.

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transmission theory
"A thousand fibers connect us, and our actions run as causes, comimg back to us as effects."

As of now, it's common knowledge to the crew that Tipota is dead. The manner of her death, however, is still being determined, and the other captains have sent another reminder through the MIDs to continue traveling in groups and not to wander around. The power issue has yet to be resolved, though it seems nothing is apparently wrong with the engines or the wings, but slowly, the chill begins to recede into something a little more tolerable—still cold but not freezing. The malfunctions that manifest aboard the Moira start to resemble a more systematic pattern, lights flickering in certain sections of the ship before shutting down in intervals of 30 to 60 seconds and coming to life again. It moves on through several areas, though it doesn't affect places with larger groups of people.

A day or two after the power begins to stabilize itself, everything comes to a standstill. There's a moment that seems as if time slows and stops. Things are eerily quiet... Anyone in the hallways will hear the lock of one of the I.L.R. release, security measures suspended to preserve life support functions. What had been a peaceful moment roars into chaos.

☄ Ploiatos
It's been here as long as anyone can remember. It lurks in the shadows, a human-shaped figure dressed in the tatters of a Moira uniform. In the dark, it feels the most comfortable, and its movements are impossible to pinpoint without the light. From a distance, it might appear to be someone you know, another crew member who's become lost in the corridors, but up close — well, no one actually knows what it looks like. At close proximity, it sinks itself into you, and the cold that has plagued the ship seems warm in comparison as the dark rises. Perhaps there had been something to the warning the captains had given before; maybe you should R U N.
• Together: There is always safety in numbers. Ploiatos is severely confused by the presence of more than one body, and though it's attracted to the particular emissions of the crew, it prefers the choice of one to two or more. Trying to hunt or capture it is impossible; it's gone as quickly as you can blink.
• Alone: There is no hope. You don't realize that it's there until you're waking up, the marks of its touch spreading across part of your body. These are permanent, a beacon to Ploiatos that it's had you once and only needs to get you once more to end it. Once will not kill you, but a second time will. Any attempt at contact via MID isn't likely as they momentarily short out within proximity to the creature.

☄ Bait & Lure
For those brave enough to try, a plan has been implemented by several of the crew to attempt luring Ploiatos back into its room in the I.L.R. Life support systems are drastically depleted now, oxygen levels low and the lights barely working, but it's up to the crew and those who SIGNED UP to help protect their friends and fellow crew members.

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[Tyler glances back at Bel, not liking what happened at all. He feels the change in the air, how wrong it is, but... Well, he can't tell if it's just the lights going on the frits. So, he speaks barely above a whisper.] Just the lights, or is the temperature dropping too?

And just when we hoped it was safe to put the blankets away. [frowns, holding the stunner found on their bed that morning, an inexplicable bright spot in the whole mad week]

[Well, that really isn't good, is it? Definitely the right moment for Tyler to pause and see if he can hear anything.] I think we're clear for now, but we should still be careful. Will you be ok with the cold?

[a nod from inside a set of creatively wrapped fabrics] I'm good. You just think warm thoughts. [wry face]

Do you... sense anything different when the lights go like that?

[He shakes his head.] Nothing too concrete right now, at least. And any changes in the temperature will probably be lost on me, so if could let me know if something happens on that front, I'd appreciate it. The way things are, it'll probably mean something.

[tucks hands in under arms, dryly] I'll probably notice. We should probably start here and do a full sweep of the deck.

[He stops and looks around, nodding.] Got it. Give me a moment to concentrate, then. Warn me if anything happens.

[And he stays still, trying to focus on the scents in the air and pick up anything that could be a clue.]

Edited 2015-12-26 22:10 (UTC)

Check. [takes a step back and watches, curious.]

[Sadly, it's not the most interesting of sights, as it's literally him just standing there, very still and breathing evenly. After a few moments, he open his eyes and furrows his brows.] There's... Kind of a faint burnt smell. Like... Burned circuitry. It's not here, it's further ahead. I'm not sure it's recent, though.

[it's unsettling, is what. all these people with extra senses and powers.... Bel's uncomfortably reminded of their first meeting with Sgt. Taura and the realizations that had come afterwards. and Tyler's a good man. he doesn't deserve any of that any more than she did.]

Could be worth checking out, even if it's not related to our intruder. [what is it with things malfunctioning on this damned ship.] After you.

[Someday, they're going to have to talk about that, because that is so far from his reality it'll be unsettling as hell when he hears.

But back on topic, he nods when Bel tells him to go ahead, and follows the scent. As they approach the source, his frown deepens, in both confusion and apprehension. When they finally reach it, it doesn't enlighten him any.]

There... [He points to a hallway on their right.] It's coming from there. But it's like... It's coming from the whole hallway, it feels like.

[there's almost nothing about Jackson's Whole that isn't unsettling, honestly. Bel's people on Beta might owe their existence to their ancestors' genetic manipulation spree, but the potential for horrific abuse of the technology was clear even back then, and that's nothing to radiation-scarred Barrayar's attitude toward anything smacking of mutation.....

following, stunner in hand and eyes quartering the hall, Bel shivers, not just from the cold. can't discern any scent, no patch of ice or char that could indicate a wiring problem; the space looks utterly innocuous.

if they step forward... will the lights flicker?]

The whole place? Do you get any other sense of direction?

[He focuses a bit more, trying to find anything.] I'm not sure... Bit I think it's fainter closer to us, so... whatever caused it might have been moving away from here?

[He turns to Bel. Tyler has no military background, so Bel is who he'll be looking to for instructions.] What do you want to do? Follow, or do we leave it alone for now?

[looks over at Tyler, frankly considering. they still don't know what the thing is, and maybe he doesn't want to get any deeper into this....]

I'm up for following. From the map, it looks like we're near the spot where it got Clark. Maybe we can find out if the scent is old or not. [tilts head] If we find something bad, I'm also up for running away screaming, as long as we stay together. Would you be on board with that?

[He nods, amused at at her plan.]

Sounds like a solid plan to me. I continue taking point?

Side by side. [claps him on the arm] Tell me if anything changes.

[He nods, and starts walking towards the hall where the smell comes from. Once inside, he takes a moment to take in the scent.] Definitely fainter here. I don't see anything that looks like it short circuited though...

[On the bright side for Bel, Tyler's actually pretty warm to the touch. Useful for when the temperature drops like it did.]

[Bel would definitely not be averse to doing this arm-in arm under better circumstances, but decades of infiltration experience keeps them alert and hands-free, stalking fluidly beside Tyler with fingers hovering near the stunner at their belt. at the words, the other hand brushes over the walls, seeking any unusual temperature changes.]

You're right, the wiring should go down this way -- yeah, there's the panel. Seems fine. No sign of malfunction.... You said it's fainter here? [looks back up the hall] There's no cross-passage. But it's fainter on both sides of the hotspot?

[has circled back to Tyler's side by now, looking to him for direction.]

[He nods.] Yeah... The scent gets stronger further down the hall, so... I can only guess whatever caused this was here a while ago. Whatever happened isn't very recent, compared to up ahead.

[checks the location on the MID. the temperature doesn't seem to be changing -- maybe the recent smell up ahead isn't recent enough for the thing to still be there.]

Let's take a look. Show me where it's strongest, okay?

Right. Let's go. [And he starts following the scent through the hall, turning when it shifts direction. It strengthens gradually, but after a while, it's much stronger, and Tyler is able to point out a more specific place.]

There! [He points down another hall.] Down this hall, to the left. That's where it's strongest.

[Bel marks the course on the map. looks like their bogey doesn't teleport, or at least doesn't just teleport.....

stays close to Tyler's side, drawing the stunner. still doesn't know what he'd be like if they came to grips with the thing, but is ready to get him out of there if necessary.]

Got it. I'll cover us.

[the hall's still brightly lit, but the left corridor, as they approach it, seems dimmer than it should be. is one of the ceiling lights out? or.....]

[[shall we give them an encounter? :3]]

[[Yes please! :3]]

[He nods and goes along with Bel, slowing down so as to not alert... Whatever it is that's waiting for them. As he goes, something in the back of his mind tells him that something's wrong, especially he instinctively becomes more and more certain that there's something around the corner.

Once the left corridor he indicated is in sight, he feels this more than ever, but he pauses only to give Bel one last look, looking to see if there was anything he should watch out for. Especially since Bel's armed.]

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