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"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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thisavrou_log2016-11-05 09:00 pm
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Drink slow. Not all at once.
[Once the cup is secure in her hands, he’s up again, looking for extra blankets which he deposits on the cot in turn. Hopefully once he’s done that, she’ll be a little more coherent and be able to tell him what might have happened.
If she even knows.]
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Her brow lowers with the warning, a touch exasperated, but she's cradling the cup as if it would restore life to her and she takes careful sips, allowing it to move through her mouth and warm her before swallowing, heat racing through her. Not as effective as she'd hoped, but 76 is off again and returning with more blankets and a huff of amusement slips out of her. She's a little rejuvenated, at least. She's replying belatedly as she draws the blankets up over her one-handed, layer after layer until the shivering subsides. ]
Thank you, Doktor.
[ Sincere, even if she's (very gently) chastising him. Another few sips, and that fog is gone— it unfortunately did not burn away the lethargy, though. At least she's gradually warming up. ]
What— ...Is there anything I can help you with, 76?
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Not knowing what’s done this is what gets him. He’s not leaving until they work this out.]
Wanted to make sure you were all right.
[Uncharacteristic of him, perhaps, but she’s frigid, and that’s enough to make him want to stay.]
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I'll get there. It will likely be a while; I won't ask you to endure my company. You're uncomfortable, 76. I'm in the business of body language.
[ The blankets are pulled closer, finally shivering with one quick, weak little shudder. It was all she'd mustered energy for. She sips more of her water, still curling with steam and rushing through her, but it feels cold by the time it hits her stomach. Bizarre and uncomfortable. ]
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[He pointedly ignores the comment about his own body language, mostly because he's pretty sure that 'uncomfortable' is just his state of being, nowadays. What he doesn't want to do is leave when it's clear that the hot water and the blankets aren't really doing much for her temperature.
76 peels off a glove and presses a calloused palm to her forehead. It's brief, but his touch is not insubstantial.]
This ain't right.
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[ The drain of her energy has just left her increasingly slow in all things; circulation, metabolism, movement. Even her words come with a ponderous drowsiness to their pacing, but she isn't injured or in any particular pain.
She doesn't even register him removing a glove until the rough texture of his hand is against her forehead, and he's warm. Angela leans right into it and closes her eyes with a drawn out hum— at least, for as long as it lasts. She barely catches herself when his touch withdraws, but she's sitting back upright and her eyes open with some measure of effort. ]
Hm?
[ He'll need to elaborate on that a bit. ]
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It becomes fairly apparent fairly quickly that he doesn’t know where anything is kept in the medbay, but it seems he’s not so proud as to avoid asking for assistance.]
You got heating pads around here?
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...He's going to make a mess. Why is that the first thing to swim to the front of her mind? Maybe there was reason to be concerned. She's still slow and numb. ]
They're— mm, other side. Bottom drawer.
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Here.
[If she does, he’ll fit them inside the makeshift cocoon, with little regard for any objections, verbalized or not.]
What’s the last thing you remember?
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Her "thank you" is mumbled so softly he likely won't even parse it, between the chatter of her teeth and the quiet pitch of her voice, but the sentiment is clear enough as her shivers ease down to nothing and she slowly regains herself. A better grip on her thoughts, her processes— about time, really. ]
The last thing I... [ All right, perhaps not entirely recovered, but. ] ...I was taking Eiger out to exercise. I thought there was just another power ration in place, but Eiger began to slow, and yawn— I picked him up and... didn't get much farther, I suppose. I don't recall running into anyone, or anything...
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Then it's right back to being distant as he stands from the cot, content to fold his arms and watch her--a stark contrast from the sudden closeness of a moment ago. He takes her words into consideration, frowning when it seems like this is going to continue to be a mystery.]
Something was wrong with the hall where I found you. Like it was falling apart.
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It fades as she listens to him. ]
Falling apart... and glowing, no? Where it was softest. Where you stepped. It glowed beneath his paws... It wasn't the lights, there was something... [ Her brows pinch with her concentration, trying to remember. It's foggy. ] Something coating it.
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[Almost organic, but definitely wrong. His eyes are still on her, taking note of any shivers and shudders, making sure that the heating pads are doing their job. Everything she says and he observed points to a substance, but he seems largely unaffected. He's not sure if he can attribute that to his enhancements or not, and the uncertainty makes him anxious. Would he have succumbed just like her if he stayed for a few more moments.]
Think there was something in the air, maybe?
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Mm, Eiger hadn't wanted to leave the room with the hallway as it was, but he didn't react to any scent— the air was as stale as it's always been, short of going through medbay or the gardens or mess hall. Once I picked him up, the effects faded, but he had only been walking for a short distance on the ground.
Perhaps my contact with his paws hastened it along for me; otherwise, our shoes should be doing a decent job as a barrier, but skin or clothing, if you bump into the walls...
That is my best guess. A coating on the walls and floors?
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As long as it doesn't spread.
[Because right now, it seems to be contained. 76 doesn't really want to think about what might happen if this creeping decay starts to overtake the whole ship.]
You gonna be okay, Doc?
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[ In medbay, at least, there seems to be no commotion; none of the other doctors are rushing about. No one seems any wiser. She'd have to tell them so they could forge back out and ensure no one else has fallen to it. The thought of it alone seems to sap her energy and she sighs, tugging the blankets a bit tighter about her as she squeezes the warmth and energy from the little heating pad in her arms. Eiger, too, is beginning to rouse, but he seems perfectly content to remain where he is. ]
I will, 76, yes. Thank you— for everything. Once I'm a little more coherent, I think I'll be heading back out to ensure no one else is caught as I was. Get them back here. Please, if anything happens— please contact me. Let me know.
[ Because she has an inkling he'll be doing much the same, and she doesn't want him to fall somewhere others won't easily find him. ]
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[He doesn't address the fact that she plans to go back out--and will likely end up back in this state, just by trying to seek out the decaying areas.
It's completely futile to ask this of her, but given the unknowns surrounding the situation, he's not sure what else he can do.]
Don't push yourself too hard.