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"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."
With the Moira in a sort of low maintenance state, Captain Ira and First Mate Egan have been forthright with information at their disposal, and as the weeks have progressed, not much has been answered in terms of what has happened with the ship itself or why some of the crew are informing the Captain and First Mate of Ingresses all across the universes being broken. Early on the 16th, Captain Ira decides that Manasseh has been in cryo long enough to warrant waking her. With that decision comes the restoration of all ship functions—including normal water and power usage. Rationing continues, but it isn’t as strict (or enforced) as it has been the last few weeks. However, the Navigator appears and acts no differently than before, which troubles the Captain, and rather than shut down the Moira’s functions once more, he decides to redouble efforts to contact someone at the Midway Hub.
As before, when he first tried, no one answers.
Not completely discouraged, Captain Ira orders First Mate Egan and those in both Navigation and the Tower to put out a transmission to anyone with an Ingress in hopes of finding a technician or someone with enough information pertaining to the machinery to perhaps fix the one aboard the Moira long enough to get them to the Midway Hub without having to travel the length of the Runoff. Within the hour, they receive a peculiar return transmission that’s worth investigating since it’s considerably close. During this time, Captain Thán sends the following MID message to all Moirans:
Crew,
The last few weeks have been hectic, and I'm sure everyone has questions that they need answered. When Captain Ira and First Mate Egan approached us, we asked for evidence of their legitimacy and were given it through credentials, logs, and the private access codes that they had in their possession. It allowed us to see that they were, in fact, the previous leadership of the Moira.
Explaining why we took a knee is rather simple. They know what they're doing, and it is clear now, more than ever, that we do not. Every bump in the road that we've met, you have survived because of your own tenacity, and many of the deaths and hardships were our fault in some way. We found this ship unmanned and took it without any skill. It worked, at first, but then, you were all here, and it changed everything. We needed to grow to accommodate, and we weren't fast enough. As captains, we've failed you, but we do believe that Ira and Egan can do so much better. We'll be working with them to make the end of this trip as short as possible. You deserve to go home, and they can make that happen.
You also deserve honesty. The blame for the events on Caducus Primary are our burden to carry, not yours. The statues that their people believed had been stolen were on this ship, and we were responsible for them being here. Not long after boarding the Moira, we stopped there and were approached by a person offering us the items at a lower trade rate. We knew that it wasn't strictly by the books, but we did the deal anyway. When those actions came back around, we attempted to remedy them but were not fast enough and many lives were lost.
This is one of the reasons we have given leadership rights over. We've done enough damage, and you don't deserve anymore by our hands. For what it's worth, we do apologize for everything, and we'll be staying on the ship until we reach the Midway Hub.
-Thán Whether believed or not, the previous Captains can still be found around the ship in their usual places of work. Onward, the Moira goes—
WELCOME TO THE LUMINOUS SEA
Unlike most places the Moira has come across or visited, the Luminous Sea is thus called due to its soft turquoise glow. While other parts of the Runoff consist of stars and planets, there is no life or anything remotely sentient found within this part of the universe. Yet, the most fascinating thing about the Luminous Sea is not the fact that it appears empty but for the sole reason of why the Captain and First Mate first approached it in the first place: it’s very reminiscent of Ingress energy. The ship is slow to move through the Luminous Sea, all those stationed in the Tower asked to observe and collect data to be sent to Navigation as well as those who have been reassigned to the Ingress. However, even stranger things are afoot the longer the Moira lingers within the ocean of blue-green space...
☄ IN, OUT, AND ALL AROUND
Needless to say, things are now a little… different on board thanks to the anomalies caused by the energy of the Luminous Sea. What once had been a simple journey using MPS to navigate your way around the ship has now become a risk in Location Roulette. Perhaps you’re simply planning to head to the library, but when you walk through the door, you’ve somehow ended up in the middle of the Mess Hall. Or you’re fresh from a nice, long shower only to find yourself in the middle of the Cargo Bay wearing nothing but your towel! It seems that the space inside the Moira has rearranged itself to make life interesting for the crew. The changes happen at random and aren’t guaranteed to work the same in reverse. Sometimes, a doorway will work to take you back the correct way, and other times, it might deposit you in yet another part of the ship you hadn’t intended to visit. Also, be wary of those areas of the ship that have been sealed for the protection of the crew and never go anywhere alone. Because nothing good ever came of walking through a door to suddenly end up outside the Moira or within the room that holds Ploiatos.
☄ 50 SHADES OF AGE While in the Luminous Sea, some members of the crew are likely to wake up and find themselves a changed person. Literally. The unstable nature of the energy that encompasses the Sea and its ability to bend both time and space means that those affected by it might find themselves suddenly years younger. Or even older. What’s more, some crew members who do become younger might possess no memories of have ever been on the ship and will see the Moira through brand new eyes. Those who find themselves jumping to a point further down their timeline won’t be affected as harshly, though they will be tarnished with age as time tends to do. What’s best for the new and old alike is to remain calm and continue on their daily routines until otherwise instructed by the Captain and First Mate. Hopefully leaving the Luminous Sea will wear away this reversal in time and return you to the person you once were.
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thisavrou_log2016-08-16 09:06 pm
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seeing as andyr'd found himself the only one in the training room for the last hour or so, he'd taken liberties with the music selection, and it'll either be spanish pop, something considered 'classical' by 3444 standards, or something aggressively inappropriate. it's roulette where everything is a bullet of unfortunate moments for venom. which about matches the near face-plant he pulls upon popping up in the middle of the treadmill Andyr'd left running. he's doing sprints in a circuit, okay? thankfully, he wasn't on that part of the circuit when Venom popped in.
Instead, he was a few yards away at a punching bag, blinking wide-eyed, with a half formed smile on his lips, and a laugh stuck in his throat. Also, looking about six and a half years younger than he was the last time Ahab saw him. If he manages to catch a glimpse of his back, he'll likely noticed the ports aren't there anymore either. But for the moment, there's just a beat of quiet. ]
I'm waiting for the 'slipping on a banana' routine to go down now.
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It takes a good few seconds for Venom to reorient himself, for his legs to find a rhythm against the grueling whirr of the treadmill. That occupies most of his attention for half a minute, muscles straining against the sudden onslaught of movement, but as the machine winds down (bionic furiously pounding at the touchpad), he gathers enough of himself to tip his chin over Andyr's way, really take in the face of the young man he's talking to.
Apparently, the young man's gotten even younger. Figures. ]
Try me. [ Is what he manages, slightly out of breath as he slows to a fastwalk. Listen, kiddo, if you try to banana him right now you bet your ass he will CQC the hell out of you, good dad or not. ]
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Watching Venom madly tap at the controls, Andyr’s brows raise higher, a stuttered laugh coming from him, before he paces forward, and reaches out in front of the man for the emergency stop cord, giving it a quick yank to detach the key from the machine. There you go, bro. Chill yourself.
And now, this old dude’s picking a fight, and Andyr should be trying harder not to grin like a little imp, but he’s really not. ]
You sure? Wanna take a breather first? [ teasing, but in good nature. ] Besides, I’m fresh outta banana peels right now anyway.
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But that aside, once he winds down and his feet reclaim the knowledge of gravity and how to be inert, his nerves also come down from 'combat mode' to 'mildly at ease'. His body kicks into 'fight' as often as it does 'flight', so he has to remind himself that this isn't some military base in Afghanistan where people are after his head.
Just a cocky teenager looking to tease him, apparently. Venom's still trying to piece together how exactly Andyr got younger, so he's going to take this one step at a time. ]
...That's a relief. [ Dryly, and a bit facetiously, maybe. But it's well-meant on his end, too, as he braces his hands on either side of the treadmill and hops off.
And squints upwards at the ceiling at this music. Where is it coming from, and why is it so loud. ] —You always give your ears a workout while you train?
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As for the music, Andyr’s head tips upwards, looking at the general air the music is filling up, and lets out a sharp laugh. ]
When no one’s standing between me and the controls? [ because they do that back home, for this exact reason. ] Yeah I do.
[ No one can stop him and his terrible music selection, fite him, Venom. Pacing, he makes his way back to that punching bag he’d been at, slinging a punch or two out casually, distracted. Someone’s here now, and there’s that kneejerk reaction to conceal - don’t hit too hard, don’t run too fast, look hurt when something hits you. It’s just reflex now. Besides, the punching bag could use a rest from him and his normal strength. ]
Anyway, it’s boring when it’s quiet. Creeps me out too.
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I can appreciate that.
[ Long rides on his chopper always went a bit faster when he poured over worn cassette tapes, occasionally playing the same 5 selection of songs over and over until the music became ambient and the lyrics become white noise. Almost like self-hypnosis. Maybe he craved a bit of that nothingness.
Venom makes a vague gesture at his uniform, at his general hip area. The cassette player that came along as an ensemble set with his sneaking suit is strapped at his side, because this literal grandpa still carries around a 1980s version of a Walkman.
Embarrassing. ] Certain music can improve your training rhythm.
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Holy crap, that's ancient. [ Sorry, we're doing this whole YOU'RE OLD thing again, broski.
He's always been a curious thing, young or older, and he at least has the social graces to ask, now, rather than just take. ]
So what d'you got? Can I listen?
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Ancient, but functional.
[ 'Be careful with it' goes unspoken, as he hands the device and the headphones over to Andyr. The cassette inside is the one he came here with, and the song is well-worn by now: Midge Ure's version of 'The Man Who Sold The World.' ]
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a bit of time passes, about a minute worth of andyr listening to the song, before he speaks him. ]
It's sad. [ the song is. and yet, weirdly mesmerizing. ]
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The assessment prompts a vague expression that he can't quite decipher, even if he's the one making it. Is it melancholy? Dryly amused at his own expense? Knowing?
Sometimes he forgets how to be human, so he covers for it by crooking a finger and asking to have the item returned to him. No point in making Andyr upset. ]
David Bowie sang the original. [ No comment on it being 'sad'. ] Heard of him?
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David Bowie… [ Schools had given a lot of history, but musical sensations weren’t a big part of them. Something more out of pop culture, and Andyr was perhaps too young before Hapsburg to really dig into much of it. ] Sounds familiar. Don’t really remember why.
[ at the request to have it back, there’s a mild frown, but he takes the headphones off and hands them over regardless. ]
Didn’t say I didn’t like it.
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The song keeps him focused, but it also keeps him hollowed. He's not sure what to say about the calm that follows it. "Didn't say I didn't like it" is a good way for him to sum up his feelings, also. ]
...This one wouldn't be one to train to. [ His voice comes a bit clipped, and he has to reel himself back to normalcy, increments at a time. ] I'll find something else for you, sometime.