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( 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.

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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After arriving in an unfamiliar room and having a bit of a tense initial contact, Tony has since calmed down. He was probably a sight in retrospect, arriving in full armor and ready to fire on the captains in defense. But once the situation was explained to him, he dropped the attempt. Still, he wasn't sure how much good their medical assessment would do for a genetically-modified body (the doctors at home mostly left him to people like Pym now) and he wasn't about to explain Extremis to any of them. Once he left the Medbay, Tony was pretty sure whatever impression he'd made on the captains was awkward. But at least all that was over with.

The main hall is uncomfortable. Crowded, like their all having some kind of emergency and are bunked together in one place, complete with MRE's and sleeping mats. Tony looks around at the other unfortunate people presumably drawn in by the Ingress and says a little more loudly than necessary, "You'd think we could at least get some coffee while we wait. That's just good manners."

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There are two Tonys listed on the directory in the MID (which he had taken a few minutes to play with, since the fucking thing is spidered over the back of his hand getting in the way and being uncomfortable), and he's really hoping that at least one will recognize him. It's been a while since he's seen Stark. Actually... does the other man know he isn't dead? This could get awkward.

He's scanning the crowd gathered in the main hall and spots him quickly - the right height, the right eye color, and yeah, that's definitely Stark's voice. He has to say he's a little relieved that it's not just him and Matt Murdock.

Bucky leans back against the wall he's set his mat against, takes the hard biscuit out of his MRE, and chucks it with precision at the back of Tony's head.

"Instant packets in the MREs. Ain't that bad."

He gets hit in the back of the head with something light but decidedly hard. So much for having advanced technology or being a futurist--neither of those things helped him avoid the biscuit attack. Lucky for Tony, he recognizes the voice that follows the projectile and he turns to greet the man it belongs to.

"About time I got to see a familiar face. Sorry about your luck, though."

Tony shakes his head at the comment about the food. How Bucky can brush it off so easily is a mystery. He frowns as he looks around the room, judging the general state of the ship from where he is. It's clear that the captains need the help, but he's not thrilled to be there.

"Are we even sure that they're edible? We don't know who made them or what they really are."

"Sorry about my luck being here, or in general? Because I'll take either." His life has been a general shitshow since Sin put a hammer through his chest. It never really looked up from there. And now he wonders just when Tony is from, since today seems to be a game of timelines and futures/pasts. He pulls himself to his feet and comes closer, leaving the discarded bits of an MRE (all uneaten at the moment, he was examining it) sitting where he left them.

"Earth MREs are barely edible as is, these can't be any worse. If they wanted us dead, they could have offed us as we came out of that portal." Which means there's a good chance the food isn't poisoned, since. That's pretty counterproductive on a space ship, poisoning resources you yourself might need just to kill some people you could have done in with a gun or a knife earlier. "Nice to see a familiar face, though."

"Take your pick. I'm sorry for all of us getting pulled into an unfamiliar corner of the galaxy without warning. I'm just glad we're all here in one piece. That kind of tech can be unstable."

He can almost see the wheels turning in Bucky's head as he looks at him. Trying to figure him out and decide if he's from the same place or not. He could be from another world. One of the realities like theirs, but not the Tony he knows. That caution is reassuring. He offers Bucky a thin smile and tilts his head as if he can give the man a better look at him and confirm his identity. And Bucky did say he liked seeing the familiar face, so Tony is letting him have a good look.

"They could have. It's certainly a complicated charade to pull if all they wanted was to kill us, but that doesn't mean that the food is any good. Have you taken a look around yet?"

He knows that Bucky. The man doesn't take well to being told where to stay (and that he remembers from experience). He's probably already made a mental map of whatever places he could get to. Maybe he's found something useful.

"You're tellin' me," he remarks dryly. He's got some experience with alien tech these days, has a whole database full of shit it's going to take him months to get through. And now that's all on hold, apparently, because someone can't control their fucking teleporter.

"Good? No. I'd kill for a food truck right about now. But I don't think it's unsafe." Bucky would be doing a lot more than he is right now if he thought it was. "The food, at least. Everything else..." Well, he can't speak for everything else, and he shrugs his shoulders blandly. "I've snooped a little. Nothing too out of place so far, but nothing useful either. I still need to go deeper."

There are a lot of nooks and crannies in a space ship, of course, it'll take him longer than this to delve its depths. "What about you?"

"Well, at least we're not going to die of poison."

If Tony sounds a little wry, that's only because he's still sore at being brought somewhere against his will. He isn't as suspicious of the food as he is of the ship's mission in general, which still remains vague. The captains are hiding something as far as he's concerned.

"The computer is a mess. It's going to take a while to get anything out of it." That might be intentional. He's not sure at this point. Either the main computer is damaged or the security is just built on redirection, which is unlike anything Tony is used to. It seems wrong, but he can't discount the possibility.

"We're both going to have to do some more digging."

"Hey, that counts for a lot," he remarks, picking out the second biscuit from his MRE and taking a bite. "Try bein' somewhere you don't wanna be and starving."

He chews thoughtfully, swallows, the gears in his head turning as he thinks that over. If Tony's having trouble in the computer system, that's not a good sign. "Anything I can do to help with that? I'll let you know if I find anything relevant but they're going to keep their eyes on me if I spend much time where I'm not supposed to."

Two Tonys. That was the first thing Steve noticed when he scrolled through his MID. It was enough to make his head hurt already. He was fond of his Tony, and dispite the odds stacked against them they had become friends, but the thought of two...well he was going to try and reserve judgement until the met the other one, for all Steve knew they would be nothing alike.

He was scanned the room for any familiar faces when his eyes landed on Tony, not his Tony either because he had slipped out early to go exploring, not that Steve was keeping tabs on him (old habits die hard and he had to keep track of his team). They are similar enough but this Tony is...well buffer, there's a lot more muscle definition there, and he has blue eyes, very blue eyes. He's staring and he realizes that but he's taking in the differences in the two and he doesn't realize he's probably being very obvious about it.

Tony has been cautious since his arrival. Being contracted within minutes didn't leave him with a lot of confidence in the Moira or her crew, since they were so quick to make him part of it without knowing who he was. He's already eyeing the rest of the group, so it's not hard to notice when the pair of blue eyes fixes on him. He meets Steve's gaze across the distance and raises his eyebrows in surprise. He was hoping to see someone familiar, but this isn't what he had in mind.

Nevertheless, he can't avoid Steve. Any Steve. Tony smiles and heads over to the blond as if he's a lot more comfortable than he feels, even waving as he gets closer. From the look Steve was giving him, he's probably got a lot of questions going through his head.

"I thought for a moment I hit my head when I landed, but now that I have a better look... You're a little lighter than our boy."

Of course Tony notices him staring, because he's obvious and oblivious at the same time and Steve doesn't have any time to panic because Tony is walking towards him and a wave and a friendly smile. That's slightly new.

It takes Steve a moment to realize what Tony means. He's lighter than their Steve? "Am I heavier in your world?" Was that a polite way to ask what lighter meant? Was Steve not in shape in this Tony's world?

That question. Ah, Tony can just imagine his own friend's expression already. He makes a mental note to tell Steve about this meeting when he gets back--he has to get a little entertainment out of this. He fights a grin and raises his hands to gesture as he answers.

"He's... more filled out. Just a little. Nothing you can't catch up to in a few years."

Might as well see how good this Cap's sense of humor is. He and Steve make fun of each other in turns all the time, but he has no idea what this other guy thinks of him yet (aside from a little sizing up). At least if he pushes the limits now he'll know where he stands.

"Don't worry, you look fine."

If Steve learned nothing else in the two years that he's know, and become friends with, Tony Stark, it was not to get defensive when Tony teased him. His Tony sassed people every time he spoke and it may have taken some missteps but Steve was used to it now, he even was able to snark right back at him. So Steve couldn't help but huff out a small laugh at this Tony's words, taking in the somewhat amused look on his face.

"I wasn't worried, till now. Are you calling me scrawny?"

God bless this man.

"I would never." Tony grins at the response, thankful that at least some things remain constant between universes. Steve Rogers is still the same, even if he's a bit younger in another life. He puts a hand on the blond's shoulder and gives him an affectionate pat.

"You don't look exactly the same, that's all. The resemblance is close enough. Your friends wouldn't confuse anyone else for you either, though, right? You're one of a kind."

Something told Steve that Tony would actually call him scrawny and that made him smile. Seemed like Tony retained that part of his personality in all universes, sassing Steve.

"I could say the same for you, no missing who you are but you're-" He gestured to Tony vaguely. "You work out more?" Tony never tell the other Tony he just said that. "Plus the blue eyes." That was definitely something he couldn't miss.

"Not sure how one of a kind I am, I just met someone who knew two different versions of me, at the same time." And that was really hard to wrap his head around.

Steve takes his teasing well, without missing a beat, and Tony senses that this Steve is much like his own in that regard. There's not much that can get the better of Captain America in any universe. The counter observation surprises him, though. It's not like the Steve he's used to doesn't compliment him. It's just that this time--with someone who is basically a stranger--it catches Tony off guard. He falters, flustered by having the attention put on his body instead.

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment, Captain. I'm not really regulation standard." If he turns his head slightly to be demure and it happens to hide his eye color, then that's only coincidence, right? Would this Steve think the differences were disappointing because they weren't his?

Tony laughs at the last comment, though, getting back his rhythm. Whatever doubt he has is shaken off and he turns back to grin at the other Cap.

"One of a kind," he insists. "Even the universes can't seem to completely replicate you, and nearly everyone in all of them have tried. Although I'm a little jealous of whomever you just met. That's certainly an honor."

If he knew what Tony was thinking he would have rushed to reassure him. Differences in appearance wouldn't be disappointing. Maybe differences in personality- if this Tony was a super-villain or something- but he couldn't tell that yet.

"Steve," he says, when Tony calls him Captain. Out in the field its one thing, he's used to being called Cap or Captain, but normally he's more comfortable with just Steve. Unless this Tony will also call him by a never ending supply of nicknames like his Tony does.

Now its Steve's turn to get flustered. "People have tried to replicate me?" He knows they have tried to replicate the serum but he's not sure thats what Tony was saying, though he kind of hoped it was.

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The air tastes funny, but the planet is overall pretty nice for a desert. Tony wanders the open ground, sometimes flying away from the transporters for short distances to get an aerial view of the place before returning. Once he's pretty sure there's nothing to see in the immediate vicinity he checks out the marketplace, which is curious in a different way.

"This place is certainly unique. The food smells great, but the economy is a little suspect. How do you decide what anything is worth? I mean, what I have to offer is worth a lot more than lunch."

He's trying to explain this to one of the locals, who looks none too pleased with his reasoning. That could mean trouble for Tony. He's trying to help, but he's mostly just stepping on toes here. The conversation is just getting worse as it goes along.

"Not that I doubt your cooking skill. I just spent the night eating unidentifiable freeze dried material, so it has to be better than that. But I don't really have any trinkets to barter at the moment. Uh. Can we possibly work out something else?"

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Okay, he can hear this guy talking himself into an early grave. Even he can tell this is not how you 'people', guy. And he's kind of the worst at people, so that's pretty bad. Tony walks up, resting a hand on the other guy's shoulder with his 'public appearances' smile at the vendor.

"What he means is, he already paid waaaay too much for his own trade goods and now he's trying to make up for that severe loss. Don't mind him. That favour you owe me for the repair of your high-tech grill? Pay it off to this guy. Lunch is on me, okay?" He pats the man's shoulder and glances at his 'dinner date' only to realise why the vendor was giving them a slightly odd look. He jerks his hand back almost as if he'd been burned. Thank God this wasn't Time Cop. Then again, judging by the lovely blue of the other man's eyes, this wasn't a paradox.

"You--I--huh. I'll be damned."

He's trying to be honest. It's not his fault that his skills are worth more than a free sandwich, after all. But before he can point that out, Tony's conversation gets interrupted by another guy, who steps right in and apparently already made friends with the vendor. He's about to tell the man he's got things under control when he realizes just who it is standing between him and the grouchy alien. Suddenly he understands why the guy stopped in his tracks.

"I thought something was funny when I was browsing earlier. I guess this means it's not a glitch. It's good to finally see you in person."

The smile Tony puts on is cautious, but sincere. He's intrigued and that much is evident in the way he's eyeing the other Stark over. Not quite the same, which is strange, but close enough to count.

"Are you rescuing me?"

"Yeah, I was wondering when you'd show up. Didn't expect the eyes, though. They're interesting." Tony shrugs. "I was hoping never to meet myself--I hear I'm not the easiest person to get along with. But I also hear I'm a bit on the narcissistic side, so who knows? I'm sure this would be the worst nightmare of quite a few people back home, either way." He feels like he should be uncomfortable under the scrutiny, but he isn't.

Rather than explain himself to the vendor, Tony just raises an eyebrow at him and shrugs. "What, never seen nearly identical twins before?" Tony slings his arm over the other's shoulders and smiles easily. "He was blessed with our mother's eyes while I got her charisma. Win some you lose some." He winks at his not-twin.

"You're admitting you need rescuing, then? I am a superhero, it's what I do. Grab your lunch, hot stuff. Let's talk elsewhere." Because quite frankly, it was just weird to be having this conversation in the presence of others.

He doesn't get to answer that remark about his eyes before the other Tony is brushing off the vendor with a smile and a joke, pulling him away from the market crowd. Despite the pushy approach, he just rolls with it.

"Sure. If you want me, I guess I can't refuse."

He turns back to the alien, who looks even less impressed by their exchange, he thinks, with one Stark claiming they are twins while they're flirting and the other asserting that they might as well be dating. He gives him a faux-innocent smile and a shrug, mouthing What can you do? as he's led away with his dubiously acquired meal. Once they've made some distance, though, the first thing out of his mouth is far more even and composed.

"I hope you weren't implying back there that I'm late. I've been all around the ship. If you wanted to meet me, you should have just called. And for the record, my father had blue eyes. Although I guess that means we've both learned something."

The little differences are strange. Not so much disconcerting as fascinating, and Tony glances over at his not-really-twin with one eyebrow cocked, sizing him up as they make their way to a quieter spot. He notices that they also don't quite meet eye-to-eye, and that gets a little smirk out of him.

"I'm not saying I needed rescuing, but your way did make things easier. But I was also just being honest. Really, he was overreacting."

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"I knew I was irresistible."

He steers them away from the most crowded areas, still content to keep his arm slung around the man. It was like a subtle funhouse mirror. Just the slightest differences physically, but different enough. On that note, the personality section seemed quite varied.

"I wasn't implying anything." He pauses. "I was pretty sure I said it outright." But it's just easy sass. "Would you have really answered a call from me? And for the record, neither of mine have blue eyes, so that's fair."

Tony finally lets the man go, smirking coyly at him. "Uh-huh. You don't do business negotiations very often, do you?" Yeah, he noticed the height difference, but he was trying to ignore it. You bunch of mammoths. The height, his eyes, the slightly different trim of his facial hair, it was all obvious to Tony now that they were up close and personal with nothing to divide their attention. "When they're overreacting, you soothe them with compliments, not make it worse with insults to their product." He may not be able to talk to people, but he knew how to work a business transaction.

"So tell me, out of idle curiosity, if you were curious about the double name glitch, why didn't you reach out?"

Tony isn't sure if he likes having another version of himself getting so familiar with him, but he really can't argue with it. Who knows him better than himself, after all? He lets the other man keep his arm over him, aware that it must look strange since they are so similar.

Not a perfect match, but similar enough. And here he is, being sucked right into that charismatic rhythm of light sarcasm and gentle interrogation. It actually makes him smile in spite of himself.

"So the worlds don't completely overlap. Huh. Maybe you're just a copy." He's teasing, though, gaining more humor now that he's getting used to him. "I do plenty of business. Where I'm from, people know what they're buying. It shouldn't even be a question."

He glides over the first inquiry about whether or not he'd pick up if the other Stark called him, but that second part, asking why Tony didn't initiate a conversation himself, gets a thoughtful pause in his defense.

"I wanted to get a lay of the land first," he decides. "We were going to meet sooner or later. I just had other things to take care of first." He sounds unsure, as if he himself wonders if he was avoiding this meeting somehow. Maybe he was just uncomfortable with facing himself.

"Was I making you feel neglected?"

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