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.)
|
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hownkai) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thisavrou_log2016-11-05 09:00 pm
no subject
[Though that might be his own fatigue talking. He's always been the type to sleep only a few hours a day, yet he feels like he could easily sleep away a week along with Jim.
He stops just short of the dorm area.]
I believe we made it.
no subject
[ Jim is seriously starting to hate that about this ship.
Once they get close enough to his quarters that he can open the door for them, he extricates himself enough to do just that, and waves Venom in. ]
Come on, you can go back out there after we both don't look ready to fall off of our feet.
no subject
I am humbled by your invitation, but I must decline. Please rest well, Jim.
[He should be on his way after that, but he's leaning against a random object, trying not to pass out.]
no subject
No reason to be humble or shy, man. Come on. It isn't like there isn't an extra bed if cuddling isn't your thing.
[ He's honestly seriously concerned about the other man right now. ] Humor me for a little bit at least?
no subject
If you insist.
[Yawn.]
no subject
I do. Now come down here already.
[ He reaches out to tug at the assassin's sleeve. ]
no subject
Soon he's lying down next to his friend, noting the comforting warmth.]
Is this satisfactory?
no subject
Shifts, and drapes an arm around Venom, still fighting off the urge to fall asleep right there, and hooks his chin over the other man's shoulder. ]
It is now.
no subject
Within a few moments, he's relaxing as sleep is threatening to take him away. His hand tentatively brushes against Jim's arm before settling on his wrist. This is how people react to being cuddled, right?]
A-ah, well...
[Paauuusseee.]
Good night, Jim.