( september intro log )

[hownkai]

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.

GALLEY ● MESS HALL ● REC 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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Comments

[whatdidisay]

Ivan himself is described by his cousin as a military recruitment poster come to life, although his face is pleasant and handsome enough. He blinks, eyes going from Eggsy to the MREs in his hand back to the ones Ivan's clutching in his own. "All it is is just some waving around and saying 'don't get into fights' and saying 'oh, right, sorry about the fights we got into' when they go and do it anyway." That's what he's telling himself, anyway, although the trouble makers doesn't really help him there. Well. They couldn't be worse than Miles, surely.

"Lieutenant Lord Ivan Vorpatril," he says automatically, not even aware that two of those things are meaningless here. "Dunno. Stores, probably. A lot of ships back home carry ration bars even if they're not part of the Imperial Service. Easy to carry and don't spoil."

And then the fact that the person he's talking to introduced himself as Eggsy finally clicks. Like the food? Eggs? "What sort of name is Eggsy?"

[commontype]

Lieutenant. Lord. Well, Eggsy's got himself a posh military man here, and he's not displeased in the slightest. Kind of familiar, in its own way.

"Pleasure."

His brow raises, shrugging a shoulder.

"Nickname my mum gave me." Then his voice lowers, cheeks flushing. "Cause she called me her lil' egg."

Then he's shrugging again, gesturing around them.

"Anyways, so like you was in the military?"

[whatdidisay]

Ivan makes a very unflattering face at that admission. "Eugh. Makes me glad m'mother never went for Vanya or even worse, Ivanushka." He shudders. Embarrassing nicknames are not Alys Vorpatril's style. Thank god.

"Barrayaran Imperial Service. Ops." Desk work, which he fancies he's damn good at. It keeps him off of the front lines and away from trouble and danger and death. Ivan's a big fan of saving his own skin.

[commontype]

"Never heard of it. Ain't surprised though considerin' where we are."

He nods once; he didn't want to share too much of his own background, he wasn't a snitch, but unless there were Kingsman Agents in space, he didn't figure he would be revealing anything that anyone here would care about.

Still, to his grave.

"Gotta bit of trainin' myself, but didn't finish." He grins, shrugging again. "Strange that you's military but they didn't give you a military job. Could be worse though, I suppose."

[whatdidisay]

"Yeah, guess I should be getting used to that." It's both a relief and very, deeply weird. On one hand: no one knows who he is, so that's one constant threat gently removed -- no one's gonna kill a potential heir if they don't know about it. And yet everyone knows about Barrayar back home. You can't do what Barrayar did and not have people not know who you are.

Ivan shrugs in a mirror of Eggsy, although the corner of his mouth does turn up slightly. "Just got off a stint in our embassy on Earth. Maybe that's why. What'd you get, half-military Eggsy?"

[commontype]

"Yeah, maybe. Who knows why they do what they do."

Eggsy shrugs halfheartedly, pretending he really doesn't care. He does, of course, but he doesn't want to freak anyone out by being top paranoid or overly cautious.

"Intelligence officer. Not sure what intel I'm supposed to be gatherin', but whatever, gonna figure it out."

[whatdidisay]

Ivan doesn't and he's in no rush to find out. He'll leave that for Miles to sort out, thanks but no thanks. Paranoia and self-preservation work best for him when he doesn't know anything. Easier to claim it's not his fault, and to be an innocent bystander.

"Sounds like ImpSec to me," he mutters, and shrugs. "Probably everything, if the same rules hold."