thisavrou_log | ( 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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course, if he knew that she was robotic, and that the suit was anything other than some sort of uniform armor, he would have a very different reaction. Ordinarily, one might start with questioning who would wear such a thing working out. But his processing isn't at full speed, and everything is strange right now. It is possible that she might be some sort of ship official.

Not really. His brow furrows a bit in thought. That is exceptionally abnormal. He crosses his arms, currently wearing only the base thermals distributed to him. "I guess. What else can we do for now? Thought the first place I would go might offer something besides conversation and more physical stimulation."

Yet here you are, Lee, talking to a complete stranger. "Well, here I am. Are you...hot in that?" What a stupid question. Start over.

"Is that suit some sort of requirement you had to sign for?"

Oh, maybe it's less guts and more ignorance. Or rudeness. His earnestness is amusing though, that's something. It's kind of cute.

She's not really in the mood for cute right now, but they're here. Might as well talk.

"It wasn't a requirement. Actually it's the only thing they let me keep from home." Such as it could be called 'home', or the armor could be called a possession. Armor that's identical to her old robot body, that does her a lot of good. She doesn't want to be in a human body, and there are a lot of bad implications by the fact that the body exists in the first place. She looks down at her body and then back at him, shaking out her shoulders. "And it's not hot, it's climate controlled. Actually...I'm probably more comfortable than you are."

She approaches a few steps, and tilts her head. "As far as what we can do? I for one am going to ask some more questions before I settle in and do everything they tell me I should." She's already been one man's unquestioning drone. She's doing this on her own terms now.

Ok great, more female specimens who can't take direction or follow orders and are just itching to get thrown in the brig, or Hold, rather. The Hold which apparently he was supposed to work in. Lucky him. The new occupation hadn't really sunk in yet, and hardly seemed to matter.

His face stays blank, which either makes him look thoughtful or stupid, depending on the preconceived notions of the observer, and the lighting.

He might be slow, but it comes from a desire to understand things before forming an opinion or saying anything else stupid about them.

"They let you keep...armor?" He isn't going to assume or suspect it is literally her body, or she is any kind of AI unless she spells it out for him. Mostly because that would make her a threat, and labeling someone a threat upon first contact is only slightly more rude then unintentionally insulting their body.

"...I'm...glad you're comfortable. I doubt that would be true if you tried to cause any problems. We just got here. We haven't had time to assess, well, anything really."

She doesn't think he's slow, just has...odd priorities. Like valuing a cooling fan over her principles, somehow. "They didn't take it, so I guess they let me keep it."

She changes stances, a bit, crossing one arm over the other. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything if I didn't know I needed to." Assessment of the situation is obviously the important part that comes before that.

Note to self: Keep an eye on all these people. So far as he knew, he was one of the only Hold officers, and he didn't have any means of defending himself or enforcing any policies. They'd taken his gun, but left his extra bullets. If a lot of these rebellious new arrivals, or people who were just anxious and acting out, ended up in the Hold, he'd have his work cut out for them. Especially if they had remarkable defensive attire, and all he had were bullets to throw at them.

He sighed, "Yeah, that's good to know. I'm not even sure I want to start trying to understand what I was just forced to sign up for." He removed the tight thermal shirt and wrapped it around his shoulders in place of a towel, sitting at one of the cycles.

"What is your plan then? For now?"

"Just keep that in mind. We don't know what this is."

As far as her plans? She doesn't need to reveal every inner working of her mind, does she? Figuring out what happened to Omega, her rage-fueled AI, is a priority. So is any information on where this meat body came from. But the more they talk, the more she's starting to hone in on an understanding that it's going to be easier to work some of these things out if she doesn't get herself thrown in the brig.

Instead of answering that question, then, she returns to hitting the bag.

A skeptical look. Which always flavors so intensely condescending on his face.

He stalled on the cycle. "Well, we do know what this is. This is a ship, that needs people to run it. Whatever else is going on, whoever might be behind this - ulterior motives or ...worse - we all have an incentive to cooperate. How else are we going to keep the Moira running?"

No answer at first. He's right, and she really doesn't like it. She just punches the bag, punches the bag, gives it one final powerhouse kick, and then stops. "I'm in defense," she says. "In the bow." And she goes back to hitting.

This woman's aggression is amusing and admittedly familiar. He leans back in the machine's chair and crosses his arms. There is no effort to mask an amused expression.

"And I am assigned as Workforce officer in the Hold. Was that supposed to be informative?"

Maybe sassing a stranger was a bad idea. Oh well. He had no idea what else to do right now, and engaging familiar behavior patterns seemed like as good a way to distract himself as any.

MJOLNIR armor can be remarkably expressive—she tilts her helmet in a way that seems to indicate a sarcastic eyeroll. "It was informative for me. Now I know why I shouldn't threaten to kick your ass. You know, if I'd been thinking about it." And another punch, a hard one, that makes the bag shudder on its chain.

A small chuckle. "I don't think that would result in disciplinary action. I'm not the one who sends people there, just the one who makes sure they regret their poor life choices."

And clean their potty holes. Because I can't think of what else to call them.

"You're welcome to try, in any case. Haven't had a good spar in ages. Assuming you ever want to even the odds and come out of your 'climate controlled' ...whatever that is called."

"If I decide I want to. Sure." She'll feel vulnerable without it but everything about being in a human body is making her feel vulnerable. The armor can be slept in but she doesn't know how comfortable that will be over time. She's still feeling this out.

In other news...she's been working out for a long time, and she's been feeling a little weird. Climate controls might dry the sweat but they don't do anything about replenishing moisture. She's been ignoring it for a little while but eventually the knowledge swims up out of the part of her that contains human memories—she's thirsty.

She doesn't want to look vulnerable in front of this guy, especially since he just mentioned her getting out of her armor, but this feeling has become impossible to ignore. She has stopped hitting the bag since her last remark, sure, but how to do this without looking like she was making good on his suggestion?

The only way she knew of was to leave the area, and she didn't want to do that either. She lowered her visor, indicating a glare, before swinging around to go to where she'd left her kit, including her hydration pack. She unfastened her helmet and set it down, then passed her hands over her face and hair, shoving it back out of her face. Finally she sat down on the weight bench nearby and started drinking.

( september intro log )

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