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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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This feels... dirty?? It doesn't feel right, at any rate. The game is all fine and dandy when the hypnotism is intact, but there's a real conflict of interest here for Venom when he looks straight into those wide, expectant eyes. ]
—You won't need to pretend. [ His own words feel nauseating. They're platitudes; Big Boss wouldn't resort to them, he'd be upfront, straightforward. 'Losing your limbs was your choice.' They're soldiers, they all signed up for this. Pity is cheap, courage is a necessity.
Still. Again, it's nauseating. ]
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Hey, Snake. It's okay, you know me, right? Willing to do whatever it takes to win. So... if I did what it took and I won, then I did good.
[He rests his arm around his back again, scooting his way under his left arm to do so and pulling that bionic arm up to rest on his shoulder.] Look, you can thumb wrestle Zadornov in the afterlife. I want front row seats to that.
[Humor meant to make Snake feel better.]
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Whatever he feels about himself can wait; a Boss doesn't wear those uncertainties so candidly. ]
...Pretty sure Zadornov would run for the hills before I can meet him down in Hell.
[ Him and his escape fetish, ok. Venom breathes a quiet sigh, one that isn't quite disapproving so much as it is a way for him to release the tension from his own neck, shoulders. ]
You're gonna have to track him down for me. [ And here he goes again, back down the hall and towards their destination. ]
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Hey. Either of you know where the hell we are?
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I don't know either. I just showed up here. Sort of? Snake knows more about what's going on.
[He probably should disentagle himself there. Like some dance move he grabs the metallic hand, ducks under Snakes arm, and only lets go when he's twisted away.]
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Anyway. The situation's gotten slightly more complicated with the addition of a third party— or, you know what, possibly less complicated, now that Venom can segue away from depressing topics about how their lives suck. Thank you, merciful Boone, who's also younger and as clueless as young Kaz is, probably. ]
...Difficult question. [ He breathes, as he untangles himself from his not-yet-XO. ] I can give you the long version, or the short version.
[ please say that you want the short version ]
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[The response comes out sounding a little confused, but hey, he won't turn down a compliment on his shades. And luckily for Venom, Boone figures he can make do with the short version, and ask questions after that if he needs to.]
Short version's fine.
[It's better than the nothing he has right now.]
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The short version of 'where are we?' is a very unhelpful: ] ...We've been accidentally transported to space. [ uh ] It's a temporary situation. Try not to panic.
[ UH ]
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Okay.
[He'd kinda figured that much out for himself, but now probably isn't the time to get sassy about it.]
How about the long version?
[Hey, he wouldn't have asked if the short version had been any good.]
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Not that it makes anything less confusing.
[He really doesn't want to be thinking of other versions of people. Which makes who he's standing next to a little ironic. Loosely he gestures towards Snake.]
Normally I know him with less scars. [The horn is new too, but he doesn't want to point it out despite it being a glaringly obvious part of his head.]
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Alright. Attempt number two, after Kaz makes his very helpful input about the shrapnel in his head. ]
Long version, then.
[ His jaw works, as he attempts to find the correct words with which to articulate. ]
We've been pulled onto this spaceship by a machine called 'The Ingress'. Can't say for sure how it works, but from what I've heard, it's not functioning at full capacity. [ He refrains from using the word 'broken', because that doesn't exactly invite confidence, huh. ] It can't be worked in reverse. Which means we're stranded here until someone figures out a course of action.
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[This time, his response is less sarcastic. Now, he has some information. It's not much, but it's more than what he started with.]
So you're saying it's broken.
[No, it doesn't invite much confidence. But Boone has always been a blunt kinda guy. He lifts a hand to his chin, staring intently at the floor for a few moments. There's not really much exciting going on in his head, he's just trying to process his situation. Eventually, he nods.]
Guess there's not much we can do right now, then. But thanks.
[He looks back over at Kaz.]
Another version of you?
[Apparently, being pulled into space is one thing, but other versions of the same people is where it gets a little more confusing for him.]