( november mini event )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: November 4th and on.
Where: The Moira.
What: The crew begin to make preparations for the Midway Hub.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

in the corners "all we see is nothing but empty spaces" Since leaving the Mini Colony behind, the crew has been as busy as ever trying to find a quicker way to the Midway Hub—thus a faster way home. With the help of several people, as well as the presence of the Captains (both old and new), some progress has been made. Through this process, a vote was taken to name the “new species” that Ploiatos has become due a malfunction of the Ingress, and the general consensus has settled on Mirtis (meer-tees). While the research continues to move forward at a startlingly fast rate due to the crew stumbling across Ploiatos’ workroom, the Moira’s Navigator’s health has been slowly declining. After learning that Manasseh was intricately connected with the ship, it’s easier to see why harm to the Moira had affected her; like the effects from the Caducan glass. Crew can see her going to and from the Medbay, her outward appearance slowly shifting into something that is eerily similar to that of Ploiatos. After a remark from one of the crew members about this, the Captains realize that either Ploiatos itself, the Ingress machine, or a combination of the two have begun changing Mana. And not for the better. In an attempt to keep the Moira functioning properly and to remove Mana from danger, Medbay and any tech staff, led by previous Captain Cúrre separate her completely from the Moira. In what seems like good fortune, the disjunction goes well for the Navigator, and the ship continues to run for a few days without any hitches. The Captains had announced prior what the procedure was for and when it would be completed and have sent out a follow-up message informing the crew of what’s currently going on. Unfortunately, in true Moiran fashion, Ploiatos had been using a tenuous connection with Mana to try and gain hold of the ship, and ultimately, the Ingress. When the Navigator is separated, Ploiatos’ hold becomes complete as she, unbeknownst to anyone else, had kept Ploiatos at bay, and the ship begins to change. ☄ DEEP IN DECAY When you wake up, everything aboard the Moira is dim. Maybe it’s not so unusual given the time, though there are some peculiar things about this day on the ship. There’s an acrid smell to the walls, as if something is growing where something else has died, and the air is denser, sparked with a strange energy that can be felt all around—like the static before a storm. It doesn’t take long to learn that there are also visible differences to parts of the ship. The ground has a spongy feel to it when you walk, and each step you take glows softly underfoot before slowly fading away. Too many times across the floors like this, and you begin to feel tired, sleepy. As if the very energy inside you is being drained away. Anywhere that you come into contact with the ship results in the same drowsy, exhausted effects. Luckily, certain areas will be less affected than others and offer a safer place to rest, regroup, and wait it out. ☄ PACK IT UP Even with the current events and how they’re affecting the ship, preparations still need to be made for their arrival at the Midway Hub. In an effort to keep on track with these plans, Captain Ira and First Mate Egan introduce a device that makes carrying personal belongings easier and more efficient. Each crew member is given a small, palm-sized disc with a single impression in its center and its corresponding holding container. (Usually, this is a clear carrying case, but some have converted the disc into a more wearable option.) When the first is placed on an item (clothes, bed, ship, etc.), it scans and then readjusts the matter, shrinking it down and placing it inside. Anything crew want to take with them when they leave the Moira should be stored and packed away. If there is a public item on the ship that crew believe should go with them, simply ask the other Moirans and then store it inside the PacDisc for easy travel. (A PacDisc code can be found here.)

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Liquid Snake | ota

[saveyourserpent]

[SLEEPWALKING PAST HOPE]

Liquid's dog isn't exactly a puppy anymore. He'd been growing up to begin with, but when they had their 'year of partying' issue, the dog had grown along with everyone else. He still acts like an overgrown puppy, but Liquid's got him mostly under control. Mostly. He still likes going for walks, of course, so despite all the weirdness going on (when isn't there weirdness going on?), Liquid's got him out on the new leash he got for him.

The lights seem to be malfunctioning, and someone must have put something disgusting in the vents, and some of the floors just feel bizarre, but whatever. He's used to weird shit.

At first, he's pretty sure the tiredness just comes from all the training he's been doing, trying to figure out his stupid new powers. But he's been dealing with it ever since the night before the championship, and it had never felt different before. And even Mantis (the dog), who's usually so full of energy, seems to be lagging a bit. So what gives? Maybe their big fix screwed something up. Isn't that how it always works?

After a while, he just leans on the wall, trying to get a little rest, looking particularly frustrated. "I've had quite enough of this," he grumbles.

[PICK IT UP PICK IT UP PICK IT UP]

Now that the new guys haven't been so big on making people get rid of all their stuff, and since Liquid went on a lovely shopping spree after winning it big in the championship, Liquid's collected... well, quite a few things. Not to mention all the gifts people gave him once he made it big.

Ah, the perks of fame.

There's one thing he doesn't have, though, as he's collecting his stuff into that... weird kinda magical thing they've given out. Despite the fact that parts of the Moira seem to be draining energy or something, it's not unbearable in small doses, and he's rested up plenty. Ready to deal with whatever's going on around here, he sets off for the cargo bay. It's time to reclaim his knives.

[WILDCARD]

[he'll still be dealing with working on his smoke powers (it's gonna take him a good amount of time to really harness them because where's the fun in him quickly figuring something out, right?), so he very well might poof into smoke while he's doing things. and complain a lot. otherwise, he can be found around the ship as usual. plot with me here or at agentkaz]

[justice_from_above]

Sleepwalking

Fareeha hasn't even really had time to recover from the sleep deprivation she'd suffered as a Maleficus, and now this? In an attempt to push her body to wakefullness, she's taking a jog around the ship, but even then every step feels like she's made of lead.

She rounds a corner and comes to a slow halt, putting a hand out on the wall as she takes a breather. It's not until she notices the dog that she realizes she's not alone, and looks up at its owner.

"I see I'm not the only one having trouble getting started today."

Padmé Amidala | ota

[democratically]

i
[It has taken Padmé a few minutes to realize that it is indeed time to get up when she woke. Not that she is used to waking in complete brightness, even when planet side, but there is a certain lack of light that goes beyond the normal. Yet Padmé has gone about her typical morning routine, intent on making her way to the mess hall first to grab a bite to eat.

The changes had been subtle to begin with. The faint hint of a smell she can't quite place, and she does pause partway between her room and the hall, stepping gingerly on the floor. It almost seems like... She might look a bit of a sight as she presses her feet upon the floor. After all, the floor should be solid beneath her feet and not quite so springy. Perhaps you find here there? Her first reaction is that it is something wrong with her, yet as she progresses a bit further, the floor starts to light up beneath her steps.

It does draw her to a sudden stop, forgetting that she is within a traveled hallway, twirling, to see her fading steps behind her. With a perplexed expression on her face, her mouth hangs precariously open, as she presses her foot several times in the same spot, watching as it glows brightly with greater pressure, only to slowly dissipate when she lifts it.]

That is- [Well, Padmé isn't entirely certain what it is. New, certainly, and she isn't certain if it is meant to be this way or not. Somehow, with this vessel, she thinks the latter, yet what it foretells, she cannot say.]

ii
[Later, as she is making her way to the medbay for her shift, she finds herself yawning. It is subtle to begin with, and Padmé doesn't think too much about it. It will not have been the first time that she has yawned, although most of the time she has had a regular sleeping pattern since arriving here. There are no late hours pouring over bills for the Senate, or meetings that would run all day and get no where.

Yet, she finds the yawns coming more, and even Padmé is thinking that it is a bit strange. There is a sluggishness to her though, and she finds herself tripping over her own feet. Perhaps, accidentally, in to you?]

iii
[Later still, she has managed to work her shift as a counselor, although with nothing too pressing remaining, she had taken off a little earlier. Retracing her steps, she makes her way instead to the library, wanting to research a bit of information Padmé had found of interest before. She is still yawning, something that seems to have grown again, and with several books in hand, she finds an empty desk.

She does well enough at first, finishing with what she needs with the first book, although partway through the second, she finds her eye lids growing heavier and her head slowly but surely nodding forward. Blinking owlishly, she does attempt to remain awake, yet it is a moot point and the battle is lost. She doesn't even notice when her arm brushes a pile of books from the desk, spewing them across the floor.]

2

[brokeassgoing]

[funnily enough (there's nothing funny...), he's on his way back fromthe medbay as well. Don't ask, he'll only tell you its space constipation.

(or a suspicion)

but like in one of your high school animes, a woman trips over on her feet? on how shitty the floor has gotten? either way she tips over and Badou only has seconds to grab her by the shoulders]

Oi, oi! Don't go fainting now.

iii

[ex_forcechoke292]

[Anakin finding himself in any library is a rare enough sight--even back home, he'd been more of a visual, tactile learner than someone who benefited from endless blocks of text even when he had learned them sufficiently--but on the Moira, his presence within has been next to non-existent. Event after overwhelming event has resulted in a lot of soul searching and distraction, leaving little thought spared for the higher intellectual arts.

So of course it's fitting that it's Padmé that draws him there first. It's a weak tug, one he has to strain to find and follow through the exhaustion that seems to slow and impede every step of the way. (Because, naturally, the effect of the change to the ship had been curious and alluring when it started, and now all it did was annoy and obstruct and harm.)

Well, hopefully not harm. It's the precise reason he's tried to seek her out, to hear from her directly how she's faring and if he can help. He would forego sleep entirely for that if he had to. When he finally makes it, his steps and movements are sluggish as he approaches. He strains against a yawn, and kicks a book out of his way instead of stepping over it, finding he has little patience to bother.

He reaches out to gently shake her awake, to whatever avail.]

ii

[backsassin]

[Zam’s feeling pretty out of it herself when another crewmember practically falls onto her. Zam’s hands instinctively come up, catching the woman by the arms to steady her -- and then just as quickly let go when she recognizes who she’s stumbled into.]

Senator, [she says flatly in way of greeting. There’s no heat in her voice -- not like she has the energy for it at the moment.] Going somewhere?

Shiro | OTA

[shiro2hero]

>> DECAY-ISH MODE
[Maybe it's stating the obvious but... this doesn't look good. Or normal. It looks more like the ship's turned into some kind of hideous, rotten version of the Balmera. Which is saying something, since it had been in its death throes when he'd actually seen it.]

[Needless to say, he's armored up as soon as possible. Better to be prepared in that respect than caught off-guard. It's especially alarming when his footsteps suddenly glow as he passes by a particular stretch of floor.]

[He's still going to explore, though. To make his rounds and check in on people. Gently and slowly easing his way through the ship. With one hand glowing like a flashlight.]


>> ESCORT
Hey. Are you all right?

[Part of his exploring means looking for people who might need a hand. Literally or figuratively. Should he find anyone, he'll be stopping to try and help them up. Ignoring the fatigue in his own face from all the exploration.]

Come on. Let's get you to somewhere safe, all right?



>> WILDCARD / PACKING
[He hasn't been onboard long enough to really have any items worth packing up, except for clothing. So he's likely to be found bopping around, trying to assist roommates or other people with their packing.]

[Otherwise, hit him up with anything!]

escort

[diamondslap]

[at the idea of seeming like someone who needs help, aurelia looks absolutely disgusted.

she doesn't look as tired as this idiot does, and she pulls her hand away from him.]

Don't assume I need a hand just because I'm a woman, darling.

Reinhardt | OTA

[grandpaladin]

+ I AM YOUR SHIELD
[Reinhardt has been out and about ever since he figured out something was different about the ship. Out and about and in Armor. Because if something has gone horribly wrong, it's best he be prepared.]

[Never mind the growing feeling of fatigue. Or crackling static. There is a massive, armored man prowling about. Something just feels wrong. Invaders? An attack? What could this be?]

[He'll have to sit down eventually, though. Even Reinhardt's strength and stamina can't continue on infinitely.]


+ PACKING?? HOW??
No... no, the armor must be worn... Hm.

[You've run across Reinhardt in his room. Contemplating the belongings he's gathered since his arrival. Clothing. Some music discs. A little stuffed lion he found on the colony.]

[He's very concerned with how he's going to fit everything onto this tiny Disc. Please help him.]


+ WILDCARD
[Choose your own adventure!]

Packing

[grammascookies]

[Stopping by Reinhardt's room....well, if anyone was going to do it, it would be Ana.

And as she looked in, she looked a bit amused by the fact that Reinhardt was certainly giving packing a lot of thought. It wasn't unexpected, considered how well she knew the big guy, but that didn't make it any less amusing.]

Knock knock.

[She thought it would be nice to announce her presence.]

Sidesipe | OTA

[redshitlord]

PACKING FOR TWO
[Sideswipe may have left the door to his and Riptide's shared room open while he contemplates the... various random things both of them have gathered up. With Riptide injured, he figures it's up to him to try and cram as much of their stuff together as possible.]

... can you pack an ant house?

[Or does he have to pack the ants by themselves? What about his dragon -- which is currently watching him from a shelf above -- thing? And Riptide's weird furry thing? And all the souvenir's he'd collected to cheer up his boat?]

[Sideswipe pauses to look down at the Disc in his hand.]

Man, you really better hold more than you look like you can...


ROBOT DOWN
[This place looks like a spooky haunted house. And zaps like one, too. Of course that means someone small and yellow might get himself hurt -- or Drift might -- or Riptide again.]

[That's why this idiot, well-meaning, teenbot has been on his feet for far too long amid the energy-sucking ship parts. But he figures it'll be fine. Really. Maybe if he just takes bigger steps.]

[Nope.]

[Nope he's sure falling on his face right now.]

[And deciding this is a fine place for a nap.]


WILDCARD
[choose your own adventure!]

idiota down

[knaval]

[fortunately for sideswipe, another teenbot is following him. not intentionally, just mostly "hey there's people here! i like people!" and then also when sideswipe clangs down onto his face.

riptide crouches down next to him, putting a hand on his back.]

Hey. B-bad place for a nap, dingus.

closed to tony;

[voicelog]

[True to the nature of Tony Stark, T and Tony have brought their attention to one of their favorite projects – the Iron Man suit. Tony needs to upgrade his, so T has graciously offered to help him. It seems they both feel like they don’t already have enough things to do. Between Ingress and Engines, no one knows how they even have time to squeeze the armor into their to-do list.

But let’s face it, they will always have time for the suit.

Even if they wake up one day to find the Moira has been blanketed in the smell of death and decay, they will always have time for the Iron Man suit. And, okay, sure, maybe they should care more about what’s going on with the ship, but, considering all the crazy shit that has happened on board, is it really that big of a deal anymore? Is it really that alarming? T doesn’t know about his alt, but he’s pretty underwhelmed by it all. He’s still keeping his eye on the network and he has checked on a few people. Aside from that, he’s more focused on their plans for Tony’s new armor.

They’re still working out the design, but they have everything they need to get started.]

I made some adjustments. [Entering Tony’s room, T takes a casual sip from the cup of coffee in his hand, giving the place a cursory glance. It’s dim like the rest of the Moira.] By the way, if you’re having trouble sleeping, I highly recommend taking a walk outside. It’s guaranteed to knock you out in minutes. [Jokes.]

I AM HERE

[arcreact]

[ Tony's seated cross-legged on the floor when T sweeps his way in, eyes firmly fixed on the component he's currently toying with - T'll immediately recognize it as wiring for one of the gauntlets. One half of the room is almost entirely claimed by materials, tools, and armor components, which is pretty much the agreed upon way of things in this room.

So, yeah, if they all ground to a halt whenever the Moira is enduring some kind of bullshit, nothing would ever get done. Hence Tony's lack of concern for the current lighting situation, letting the blue glow from the arc reactor act as a silly kind of chest lamp. Whatever works. Get shit done.

He glances up when T announces himself, giving the coffee a longing look. ]

I'm comfy right here on my ass, but thanks for the protip. Wanna elaborate on those adjustments?

Sam Alexander/Nova | ota

[newnova]

[ As soon as he started walking around and feeling achey and tired, Sam realized that whatever was going wrong with the ship was effecting him, and decided to forgo walking for now. He donned the Nova helmet and began hovering as his primary method of travel, not touching the ship's walls or floor.

He doesn't have much stuff to put in the PacDisc, just his clothes and his bed (what, it's a comfy bed, he doesn't want to lose it), so he roams the ship, trying to find a way to help. If he sees a character looking particularly sluggish as they walk around, he'll offer to carry them wherever they're going so the decaying ship won't drain their energy. ]

Need a lift?

[brokeassgoing]

[the entirety of what's going on isn't...so impacting as it is for other residents of the ship. they've been here longer, had time and memories here. for badou, this is one move to another.

of course, slumped over on his face in the hallway, feeling like a junkie gone wrong, that's not. the normal kind of feeling from moving.]

I need a lotta things. [he croaks, looking up]

Ronan Lynch ☘ OTA

[nightmarist]

[It's not that Ronan is more sensitive to the changes than others, but he is more attuned. More aware. It isn't the first time he's felt this kind of shift in energy. As with fluctuations in the ley line back in his hometown, everything has become suddenly strange. And while such a shift isn't always a bad thing, Ronan feels that this one in particular might be.

Especially when it begins to affect him.

His sleep has already been limited since he arrived on the Moira, his nightmares too frightening to survive in for very long. The result has been that Ronan's remained in a constant state of exhaustion. Now he's on a rapid decline, his limbs feeling like something is literally dragging them toward the floor. As he walks the halls, he sways like he's been drugged. He's trying to find his way back to his assigned room, to check on Chainsaw in her cage, but he's beginning to feel like he won't make it that far.

God, but what if he falls asleep right here in this hall? What if he dreams? What if something escapes his mind out here, where it can't be contained? He fights to keep his eyes open, trembling with the effort of each step. If he can just make it to his room...]

[deconstruct]

[ for the last week or so, andyr had been in a similar kind of sleepless state, though more out of paranoia of what this place is and fear he'd never actually left home. the same fear and want to keep himself awake in order to keep from missing anything still lingers, but it's lessened some in its intensity. at least, he isn't declining so rapidly as to start collapsing in the halls like Ronan is.

andyr's on his way back from working on the vents, pacing somewhere behind ronan in the halls, and gets to watch the whole sequence of teetering from one side to the other, stumbling steps and waiting for the make to just fall over and bust his head open. their last conversation hadn't been too cheery, and part of him wants to just ignore the kid.

but what better does he have to be up to? fine, fine. picking up the pace, andyr makes his way up to Ronan's side, just as he looks ready to fall over, and yanks one of his arms up to pull over his shoulders. typically he's incredibly adverse to most kinds of contact with most people, but he isn't impractical about it. ]

You look dead on your feet. Where's your room?

KYLO REN || OTA

[obumbravit]

          DEEP IN DECAY

 

 

Each step he takes leaves indents in the floor, a faint glow edging around the shape of his bare feet and leaving swaying trail behind him. The ship is dark and humid, and he can't help but feel a tinge of aggravation at the muskiness of the air. Of all the ships to find himself on, it had to be garbage. That figures though, as even with the pain still edging in on his senses he can feel her here. The medical unit had tried to keep him contained until they deemed him healthy, but that did not last long.  Something itches at his mind, just around the edges, and it tastes like copper, distorting the presences he feels in the force. So many ghosts. 

Kylo Ren runs his fingers through his hair, his damaged mask dangling in one hand and his bare feet sliding every so often in the muckiness of the halls. He inspects it, lips curling. It was useless now, but wouldn't take much to fix, unlike the light saber tucked away at his side. First things first though, he's not about to keep mucking around without shoes. Those though should be easy enough to procure.

 

          WILDCARD

(Meet him anywhere about the ship?)

decay

[ventifact]

A connection to the Force isn't necessary to know that something on the ship is wrong. The deterioration assaults each of her other senses without mercy. So she doesn't search for any answer besides the fact that the Ingress is still broken, that the creature trapped on the ship was creeping out of it cell somehow. It frustrates her to know end that they still haven't managed to fix the damn transporter, and it's the only thing that occupies her mind.

She doesn't even sense him until she's almost on top of him.

His presence strikes her right in the gut and takes the breath from her lungs. Rey freezes just around the corner, fists clenching to stop her hands from shaking. He had been almost docile, so easy to avoid the last time he had been here--she had hardly ever seen him, had stayed safe (like her masters had told her to, because it wasn't worth the fight). But they aren't here to keep the two of them apart. They aren't here to mediate and talk some sense into her--because as much as she wants to run, the urge to confront and deal with him is stronger.

Rey exhales and rounds the corner, the floor squelching beneath her boots. Her shoulders are squared, one hand close to her saber--because she doesn't doubt that she'll need it. This is stupid and reckless, but she's not about to let his presence terrify her into submission again. Hazel eyes burn into him as she approaches, pace steady.

"I thought I was rid of you."

[worn_wings]

a familiar sort of stench. . .

The change in the air is impossible not to notice, though it takes him embarrassingly long to place exactly what it is. Even a few years out of it, the backdrop of rot is familiar enough to be ignored. He doesn't get it, not really, until he hits the first bad patch of hallway, foot sinking where it should strike. Like mud and moss in the swamp, and that's what does it-- that makes him think of home, puts him on guard.

(Not that he's ever not on guard, but now he's more focused-- more worried about what might be in the hallways that shouldn't be.)

Hand never straying far from the knife on his belt, he presses onward, if only to get a sense of how much of the ship has changed, whether anyone's stuck there, if there's anything else here.

Anyone pausing to catch their breath or rest against a wall, he'll check in on them.

"You seen anything--" weird doesn't really cut it, this is pretty damn weird. He shakes his head, tries again. "Never mind. You need a hand?"

carry that weight . . .

Much, much, much later, Daryl finds himself in the cargo bay, arms folded, regarding a ridiculous vehicle. It's the one thing he can't really carry on his own that he might want-- problem is, he's not sure he trusts the disc as far as he can throw it.

[kidjoy]

Like Daryl, she here for the one thing she can't stuff in her bag. The Trans Am is the only thing she has of real value and the only thing she can't let be left behind. Outside of her pet, of course, but she planned to carry him with her until they disembarked.

"Lemme guess, you ain't so sure 'bout these weird things either." She walks up behind Daryl, holding up her own disk and frowning. "That funny lookin' bike what you're takin'?"

[straightouttacarbonite]

intergalactic packrat

Han has picked up an awful lot of junk in his travels. It's just a fact. Fortunately, packing isn't quite the ordeal it might be, because half of what he's got is already stowed on the Millennium Falcon. The smuggling compartments are full of Corellian brandy and Alderaanian wine; the forward hold sloppily converted into cozy living quarters, Leia's moss painting hung on the wall in her absence; the rest of the ship isn't quite full, but apparently he's doing what he can to change that.

Whether he can bring himself to use the Captains' little device to shrink his rusted pride and joy remains to be seen, but you can definitely find him going to and from his quarters on Mero with bags and boxes destined for the freighter.

i've got a bad-- you know the drill

His overall good mood at the prospect of maybe getting a few steps closer to home is considerably deflated when he finds a hallway that squishes underfoot.

"Who the hell skipped their cleaning shift?"

Grumbling to himself, he keeps going... feeling less and less confident about it being normal grime as he does. Great. Just what they need.

[dust_of_life]

Fatima wasn't doing so well. For all of the work she'd put into her hardened, jaded exterior, she was really starting to feel numb. Well, no, not numb exactly. More like lost. Disconnected. A ship without an anchor, slowly being blown off course into oblivion.

Having a task or two always helped. Not a lot. But enough for her to forestall the inevitable introspection.

Unfortunately, when she threw herself into the work--in this case, moving a few of the hydroponics supplies--she had a tendency to do it all the way.

It was inevitable that she would bump into someone in the hallway, with all the not paying attention she was busy doing.

Ravage | OTA

[crankycat]

Packing light

[Really, it's not like Ravage has been aboard the ship long enough to acquire anything. Besides the clothes he was given when he woke up here. His double room was mostly empty aside from them. Them and the bed sized for a normal sized Cybertronian. He may be relishing in having such a huge bed all to himself.

But now they were getting ready to go to some hub. Which meant leaving the ship. Which meant packing up what he had. He's intending to take the huge bed with him, cause why not. Or at least he would, as soon as he figures out how to work the disc thing he was given. The door to his room open as he prods at the device

They didn't take into account people on all fours when they designed this stuff, did they?]

Cat nap time

[Of course he has to move through the ship, and encounters the affected areas. His sensitive nose taking in the odd smells that now inhabit the areas. There was something wrong with the scents in these areas, with the smell of decay. This wasn't right, this is a ship. They don't decay that easily, and certainly not like this.

He can be found in the halls carrying his pacdisk the only way he can: in his mouth. Eventually the fatigue starts to catches up to him. He's seeable, because his system is too fatigued to use his deflectors, even if he wanted to hide.

Eventually he might be found taking a cat nap, using the disk as a makeshift pillow. Do you dare disturb?]

packing light

[knaval]

[riptide peers into ravage's room, carefully and slowly.]

Um. S-so, I know you hate me and s-stuff but-- I can show... you how to use that?

riptide / ota

[knaval]

a. decay

[it's the second time riptide even goes across one of the affected areas that he even notices anything is different. crouching down to poke it, he frowns. then starts writing rude words, grinning slightly at the glowing effects.]

Y-yeah, [his vocaliser isn't 100% repaired, unfortunately.] frag you t-too, wall.

b. pack that shit up

[you might be just walking along, minding your own business, having an alright day. then suddenly you hear what sounds like autotuned gibberish.

and then two double beds come flying down the hall and into the wall just next to you. a couple of seconds later, a 32ft robot will run down the corridor, looking panicked.]

Sorry! Sorry! I-I didn't hit you, right? [he grins awkwardly.] J-juggling with those PACDECKS is a b-bad idea!

closed to magnus

[riptide is sitting on a stool, legs crossed, idly reading a datapad when the unthinkable happens. ultra magnus, piloted by minimus ambus, enters a place that contains alcohol and doesn't immediately arrest everyone present.

it's a relief, because right now, riptide is the only one present. he tries to seem natural as he slowly looks up, putting the datapad down and tenting his fingers.]

Ultra Magnus. I s-see you've decided to... join me. I've been expecting you.

[he hasn't. he's just opening his mouth and as usual stupid shit is coming out.]

A

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Riptide.

[He hadn't really meant yo sneak up on Riptide all ninja like but hey. He sounds a bit unamused and just stands there with his arms crossed like come on kid.]

That's really inappropriate.

angela ❝ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ❞ ziegler ( open )

[cadeuces]

( deep in decay ) and ain't it good to think about the weather
doesn't seem to be time for that no more

[ The dimness of the Moira seems almost nostalgic for her; hadn't it been this way on her arrival? She'd entered to low power mode, rationing, and the off kilter sensation of worry all around. This isn't much different in that regard; the air is heavy, charged, something that Eiger seems to sense the moment she opens her door and he's letting out a quiet whine and backing up to fit himself between her legs, the pup's ears flattening back in uncharacteristic fear. It sets her on edge near immediately, the smell in the air leaving the fine hair at the back of her neck standing on end just as Eiger's hackles rise. There otherwise seems to be nothing wrong, though, and she has to get to the medbay regardless— she steps around her dog carefully and calls him along, certainly not failing to notice the glowing paw prints he leaves behind as he walks just in front of her.

Before she's even halfway there, the drowsiness kicks in and she notices the pup yawning and listing before she's scooping him up in her arms, his weight more than she seems capable of handling despite him not yet exceeding 20 pounds and it isn't long until she's easing toward the wall, knees buckling and shoulder thumping just before a corner and lowering to her knees, head falling heavy to her chest. Perhaps just a quick rest would be all right; it must be something in the air. But wasn't the smell stronger now...? Try as she might to fight the effects of the ship, she can't seem to get back to her feet. ]

( doctor's orders ) it's hard to hear when you're busy saying what you want said
what you want said, it ain't clear

SIDE A ( AROUND THE MOIRA )

[ Fool her once, shame on you— once Angela's managed her way out of her first debacle, she'll be doing her best to monitor around the safe areas and limit her contact with the energy-draining surfaces, sprinting full-tilt through the affected areas and helping anyone she may come across, nearly scooping them up in passing and urging them to their feet to get them out of danger. There isn't much to offer to restore the energy sapped away other than a bracing rub of the arms and offering water or coffee; anything to warm a person back up, get their engines running again.

Has an angel swept you away from the darkness and back into the light? Is some stranger assaulting you with her touch? Does she have to flick cold water in your face to get you out of the near-comatose state you've almost fallen into? She's here to harass you in some form or another! ]

Are you all right? Let's get you out of here, come on— it's just a little further and you won't feel this tired.


SIDE B ( MEDBAY )

[ Fool her twice, shame on her. The medbay remains, at least insofar, safe from the energy sapping atmosphere plaguing many areas of the ship and she's had her fair share of heroics and near-brushes earlier. She has a fresh stock of blankets to bundle up anyone who may make it in, or who others drag in— there's hot coffee and water for tea on standby, and leftover Halloween baked goods for a bit of sugar and chocolate to lift the spirit as well as the blood sugar; anything to help draw others from that crash.

Are you one of the brave souls taking it upon yourself to find those stragglers to drag in? Are you a straggler, saved by a kind passerby and dropped off at the medbay to recuperate? Did you get here "your damn self, thank you" without any assistance, or are otherwise just dropping in to try and assist with fresh coffee top-ups or more blankets scavenged from empty rooms? Any and all help is appreciated! Eiger has recuperated as well and will be visiting anyone amenable to dogs, following at Angela's heels and large ears bouncing with trotting steps, offering up warm fluff to run your hands through as she checks people over and ensures they have everything they need. ]

( wildcard ) you wanna be where they still open doors for you
it's not hard for them to remember you at all

( ooc: come at me!! Angela's always free to find around, run into, or otherwise concoct a new prompt just to pet her dog or give her a hard time. I can be reached most easily at clegane or on discord at gauche#5968 if anyone wants to doublecheck things! )

that first one

[mylawn]

[Yeah, so, this is gross and weird. 76 reacts to the recent environmental change much the same as he would to all the other strange happenings aboard the ship--he picks up his gun and tries to get to the bottom of it, letting his paranoia take over. Even if he didn't run entirely on suspicion, there's something strange in the air, an energy he can't quite pinpoint. It's not right, and he tries to stay away from the affected areas as much as he can.

But he's as curious as he is paranoid, so he's not above a little exploring. It's not long before he finds not only one of the altered areas, but the silhouette of what seems to be a person, slumped against the wall.

Whatever's going on is a little beyond him, but he does know that no one would fall asleep in these hallways on purpose. Maybe an overtired Angela, but not her dog, too. His first thought is that she's been poisoned, somehow, lulled to sleep by the smell that his mask can't quite filter out. With no idea what this is or what it's doing, his best bet is to just get them all out of here, hopefully before it's too late. Hopefully she's just asleep, and nothing's been done to her that isn't reversible.

He doesn't wait for Angela to acknowledge his presence, just scoops her and the dog into his arms with all the ease of a government experiment designed to lift heavy things. From there, he's making a beeline to Medbay. That, at least, he hopes is safe.]

Badou Nail / OTA

[brokeassgoing]

A. Balls deep in decay

[For those who have met him, no, Badou didn't begin the discovery/realization with screaming thankyouverymuch.

It began with a wee and probably tapping at the lights in the bathroom but that's beside the point. Badou hadn't felt right the entire first day, and that's enough to have him on edge.

Somehow he's so relaxed?? Off? That he's currently so bone-weary that he's currently face down in a tray of pudding (hopefully...?) snoring the day away. If you hear the sounds in the Mess Hall, do you investigate? Walk by? What do you do]

B. Fudge Packing

[this actually doesn't have much to do with either, but rest assured of a few things:
Badou is in the vents. Or, there is a loud, smokey being up there. Watching you. Hopefully not do anything embarrassing because he will not let you forget it.

also rest assured if you're up there things are going to be just as loud. and embarrassing, if you've caught him.

Encouraging notes such as Don't you got some porn to save from the ice berg or meow the inevitable moment you know he knows that you know he's watching you from above]

C. This is a wildcard

[say something do something fart something]

A; it begins

[kidjoy]

[Kids tend to be a boundless source of energy and it goes double when you're a literal human battery. She's a little tired, but it's nothing compared to the lack of rest she's dealt with before. Or maybe it's just stubbornness keeping her going.

Regardless she's fine. Bright eyed and bushy tailed.]

Sleepin' in it is a waste of food. I'm gonna tell KK and laugh when he kicks your ass for it.

[Completely fine. Perky as hell.]

noah czerny | ota

[deadthing]

packing;

[Noah has no possessions aside from the uniforms he was issued when he arrived on the ship, but that doesn't stop him from having fun with the PacDisc. You can find him in the lounge, shrinking and un-shrinking random objects—the bigger the better.]

Look! Now you see it- [he places the PacDisc on a leather recliner and activates it] -now you don't!

[It shrinks out of sight and he spreads his arms wide as if taking in imaginary applause. Almost as quickly, he brings it back.] And now you do!

[He will never get tired of this.]

decaying;

[The dead don't sleep. But that doesn't mean Noah is exempt from the draining effects of those spongy floors. As the energy he depends on is leeched away, he finds himself less and less corporeal. Of course, he stabilizes once he stops being solid enough to maintain contact. He doesn't disappear completely. But that still leaves him in a bad state. There are a lot of things you can only do when you have a body. Like, for example, opening doors. If you look out of the corner of your eye, you might just see a boy-shaped thing struggling with one right now!

You may even hear a ghostly whisper:] Oh, come on!

james t. kirk • ota

[caelus]

☆☆☆ deep in decay

[ Jim hasn't felt anything close to this exhausted in years. The last time he felt like this, outside of a time of his childhood he doesn't like to think on, was when he was recuperating from dying. The physical therapy had been grueling work. When he gets into his uniform to go out into the passageways about his daily business, he takes note of the stench and the changes as he travels along. The air is thick, cloying, and charged like the air before a storm.

He tries to avoid the areas that have the spongy feel, and leave a briefly glowing wake in his steps. It doesn't work out like he planned, and he feels more exhausted as time wears on. Eventually, he'll get to a less affected corridor or room, but feel free to find him struggling to get there beforehand if you like. You can also feel free to have him find your character, or call out to him if help is needed. ]


☆☆☆ wildcard!

[ Want a different option? Hit me up! I'm game for anything. ]

deep in decay

[poolhall_killer]

[Despite Venom's best efforts, the garden seemingly kept getting gloomier. A couple of the plants died off, but others were doing well. Bartholomew still had plenty of healthy fruit and water, thankfully, but the rest worried the former assassin. What's worse was how tired he felt after his shifts, even the shorter ones.

When he finishes up, he secures his pet and checks his water bottle before heading back to his room. The feeling of dread starts to wane a bit, though he spots someone who's less fortunate.]

Jim...?

[He makes his way down the corridor, trying to shrug off the worsening smell.]

Are you all right, sir?

lucifer morningstar • ota

[fallin1]

❝ deep in decay ❞

[ Lucifer doesn't need sleep quite as the average human does. In fact, he doesn't really need it at all. It's something he's rather learned how to do. Bed-partners hardly look kindly on being stared at in the dark of the night, after all. He found that out when he first got to the earthly plane. So, he does it, but doesn't at the same time.

He pretends quite well, usually.

Here, he doesn't have to pretend. He can stay up as long as he likes, whenever he likes, and that isn't frowned upon in the least. It's fantastic. The previous night, he had decided to sleep a bit, but before he even fully woke up he could feel that something was wrong. Very wrong. As he donned his uniform for the day, and headed out into the ship, he stopped at the feel of the air, followed by the acrid stench, and the visible decay around him. A frown marred his features as he began to move in closer to the rot to investigate. ]

If this is some kind of an attempt to make me feel more at home then it needs a lot of work. [ He runs a hand over the wall, glow trailing oddly behind his fingertips, and watches it fade. ] And more ash, thank you.

[ As he goes on, unaffected by the exhaustion that seems to have gripped others of the crew, he grows increasingly perturbed by the goings on. He goes up to a crewman who seems to be having a fair amount of difficulty. ]

Come. Is there somewhere I can help you to?

[ Look at him go. The Detective would be proud of him. It's like helping a little old woman across a busy street. St. Lucifer is at everyone's service again. ]


❝ wildcard! ❞

[ Would you like something else with him? By all means, share! I'm game for anything. ]

deep in decay remix

[carltoaction]

[Carl isn't particularly paying any attention to most reactions of the other crew members as his focus is on trying to figure out what exactly the rot that's afflicted the ship is. His attention does turn to Lucifer, however, as the man speaks (to himself, yet where Carl can hear) as if this all is something something for his "benefit."

He doesn't know what to make of that so his single eye lingers on the demon king, watching the man investigate until he addresses him for, he assumes, looking at him too long or spaced out. He fixes that by turning completely and standing straighter, shaking his head. He was going to be perfectly honest.]

No. Thanks. I'm fine. You were just saying some weird things. [Perhaps his tone comes off as a bit accusing, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get to the bottom of any clue to what or why this was happening.]

Adrien Arbuckal | OTA | MedBay Pack-Up

[prorenataa]

[ Adrien was up to his eyeballs in R&D. Ever since opening Ploiatos room and gathering what organic samples he could find from within, the doctor had been working to try to unravel the medical science behind what had happened.

He wasn't making nearly as much head-way, nearly as quickly as he would have liked but he was trying. Luckily, he now had his own little coffee pot to help keep him caffeinated as he worked.

Around him, things started to change. There was something happening with Mana and Curre, then the ship began to decay and a device was being distributed among the crew. At first, Adrien gave it no real mind, his focus on his work. He knew how to pack light and pack quick when the time came, he'd see it his own personal items the next time he was back in his room.

....

Ever feel like you were forgetting something?

It came in the middle of a 'late' shift. It came late in the middle of a late shift, which meant there was no way of knowing who might actually be around to help. But it eventually dawned on him and the cursing that came from Lab 1 was spectacular. ]

SONOFA ... FATES I'VE HAD MY HEAD UP MY ASS!!!

[ There was the sound of a heavy THUD (probably Adrien punching a hapless, decaying wall (ew) and then the doctor blew through the doors like a small whirlwind.

To anyone he found, he began to strongly advise. ]

We need to get MedBay packed. Not all of it, we still need a lot of this for any immediate patients but anything that is duplicated or we have a deep inventory for, or is small and rarely used ... get it in a PacDisc.

Have field kits packed in their own discs, everything else ... for the love of our sanity try to have some sort of inventory system!

[ Seriously, this was going to be the inventory job of all inventory jobs. ]

[morethan084]

[Daisy nearly hit the wall opposite of her when Adrien busted through the door. She had heard a loud thudding sound, as well as yelling and had gone to investigate. Yet, somehow, she hadn't expected for him to come flying out.]

Okay, calm down.

[Like that was going to happen.]

How much can actually fit in one of those things anyway?