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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2015-09-01 12:26 am

( september intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: September 1st and on
Where: The ship and on planet
What: Getting acclimated to ship life and exploring
Warnings: Please label any warnings you have on your threads



SHIP LIFE
"It is not the ship so much as skillful sailing that assures a prosperous voyage."


The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and various machines line the walls on either side, though they are not accessible from where you stand. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and sign a contract that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and into the main hall with specific instructions not to leave.


MAIN HALL ( 09.01 to 09.03 )
After everyone is gathered together, you learn that these are your accommodations for the night. The captains explain that the Moira is not readily suited for such a large influx of people, and that this is only temporary. Placed around the room are a variety of blankets, sheets, and mats in lieu of beds, and crates of MREs have been provided along with H2O hydration kits. Some time in the “morning hours”, all MIDs will receive a message designating rooming assignments and areas of the ship that are open to exploration.

GALLEYMESS HALLREC AREA


All remaining areas accessible to crew members are open later in the “evening hours”. Crew are also informed that the Moira is approximately two days from their current destination.


DESCENSION
"A force of nature unto itself."



From a distance, the planet’s reddish atmosphere slowly becomes more transparent the closer the Moira ventures, and mountain ranges, volcanic fields, valleys, ice caps, canyons, deserts, and impact craters are visible in stark detail. The remnants of a lone moon hangs in its outer orbit and impedes the ship’s ability to dock close to the planet’s surface. As the crew prepares to disembark, there are noticeable changes in gravity as well as some disturbances in energy output.


EXPLORATORY EXCURSION I ( 09.04 to 09.11 )
Due to unstable atmospheric conditions, crew members must utilize the transporters located in the Cargo Bay to descend to the surface. Each craft holds upwards of six passengers and is piloted remotely via Navigation. Once it lands, orders will be sent to MIDs detailing mission directives. These include: scouting surrounding areas for potential threats, determining if the mile-long road from the transporter to the nearest inhabited area is free of hazards, and assessing local friendliness.
Planetary Environment Details
● The air is breathable. However, there is a pleasant sweetness to it that generates an overall invigoration.
● Vegetation is sparse due to dry and windy weather patterns. It’s dusty, and the ground itself is rather gritty in texture.
● The initial temperature feels hot and causes the skin to prickle with sweat. Yet, the longer one is exposed to the elements, the less you are inclined to notice.
● There is an overall lack of civilization, and what populace there is remains centralized in one area. Crew members may stumble across the occasional explorer returning to their own ship; they are friendly and welcoming but also eager to leave.
● The sun does not seem to set. Even in the “later” hours of the day, it is still as bright as it had been at “noon”.


EXPLORATORY EXCURSION II ( 09.12 to 09.17 )
A thriving marketplace that was found during the initial search has been deemed an appropriate place for trade and much needed supplies. Crew members are encouraged to engage in local customs while continuing to maintain their current duties aboard the Moira, and they must assist in the delivery of goods to the transporter. They are more than welcome to explore this new area.
The Marketplace
● There is no monetary system in place; if there is an item you want, trade for it. (Locals will accept anything as payment.)
● Booths, shops, and tents line both sides of the pathways weaving throughout the area. Signs with written language are not recognizable; however, MIDs will translate any spoken languages so they are understood. Vendors are an eclectic mix of species, and not all of them are humanoid in form as they are from varying parts of the universe.
● The smells of foreign foods are everywhere. Yet, that familiar sweetness seems to occasionally overpower it. It is also loud as others bustle about their business.
● Natives are not unkind, but they are not as overly welcoming as strangers in the market are. They are quiet, reserved, and helpful to some extent. They are easily recognizable by the plain masks and hoods worn over their faces.
Seedy areas are found in the depths of the market. Drug and sex trades are not uncommon but not openly displayed.



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narcissistictendencies: (Mute.)

[personal profile] narcissistictendencies 2015-09-18 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, you're in luck, Buck. You haven't tried to kill him where he's from, or at least if you have, he doesn't know it or it hasn't happened just yet. Give him a year or so and we'll see if that changes, but for now, the answer's 'no'.

He appraises Buck again, briefly this time, and shrugs lightly. "If they don't turn up, I'm pretty sure we can come up with some kind of replacement for both. Perhaps no sentimental value, but let's focus on functionality first. Sentiment can be worked on later. Siiiiiiize...?" He squints for a moment. "Eleven? Twelve, maybe?"

But the next question has him thinking back. Why does he recognise that name? "Howling Commando, part of Rogers' unit during the war? Not much. I remember my dad mentioning his name once or twice, Bucky. Not as often as he went on about Cap, but enough." Bitter? Maaaaybe a little, but he brushes right past it. "So, Bucky Barnes, huh? Tony Stark, but I think you knew that already. Does Rogers know you're here?"
anotheroldsoldier: (disbelief)

[personal profile] anotheroldsoldier 2015-09-18 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Small blessings, he'll take a 'no' on that. People take it so personally when you attempt murder on them, god. "I think I'll manage without for now. I'm sure I'll find some before I have to go anywhere." He's not sure if that's a good sign or if Tony will try to kill him with a malfunctioning mad-science pair of boots.

He's expecting some kind of answer to the question, of course, and yeah, it'll make things a little easier that Tony ties 'Bucky' back to him, but one part in particular has him a little taken aback. "Commandos? No, that was Nick's bunch of assholes. We collaborated, but- no, I was no Howler." So this is definitely not his Tony Stark, because the timeline, he can tell, is off. "Howard Stark was your dad, right? I only met him once. Some press thing."

He's not sure if this is better or worse. At least the differences are becoming clear. "Yeah, I guessed you were Tony Stark, but I don't think we're from around the same place." He's gonna deftly side step the Rogers question.
narcissistictendencies: (What the hell was step two?)

[personal profile] narcissistictendencies 2015-09-19 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you know. It's a thing that happens. Especially when your last name is Stark. "Suit yourself." He shrugs and lets it go. Hey, he wasn't going to invent a pair of murder boots. Not on the first date, anyway.

"Nick? Nick Fury? The super spy? The guy whose hidden agendas have hidden agendas? He was a Howling Commando? Wow. I just... Huh. Yeah, we're not from the same timeline, that's for sure." His tone is flippant, not really sure how to take this, but he'll roll with it for now. "Yep, that's him. Dear ol' dad. Not sure he ever met James Barnes either, but Cap talked about him thus my dad talked about him. That's kind of how good old Howard worked."

"Not the droid you're looking for, huh? Right name, wrong universe. Fair enough, I guess." He sees you being sneaky there, but he doesn't mind much. Not yet, anyway. "So, you know the other me? I thought it might've been a glitch, but now I'm starting to wonder." He subconsciously fidgets with the MID on the back of his hand. "Two Starks in one place. I'm not sure these people know what kind of disaster that could be."