( 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

[makeherdance]

"Someone who will definitely not answer to 'mission control'," the voice comes back over the comms, wry and vaguely bemused. It's easy enough to thumb open a channel with the Transport he's maneuvering from Navigation, and carrying on a conversation doesn't detract from what he's doing. In fact it probably makes it better. He was getting a little bored up there.

"You can call me Joker."

[realitywarped]

"That's a shame. I was rather looking forward to getting to talk to Mission Control. Give myself a very silly codename, like- hmm, Green Fox?"

Too many movies and video games, really. He quirks an eyebrow at the name, leaning back in his seat to be more comfortable.

"But Joker works quite nicely, too. Real name, gambler, or just prone to what most people consider an unfortunate sense of humour?"

Because with a name like that, it's probably one of those three. It's still a name Loki can appreciate, whichever way it is.

[makeherdance]

"You've watched too many spy vids," Joker informs him with a snort. "No one actually does that. At least not anyone sane."

There was Garrus and his Archangel gig of course, but he was a Turian. They had questionable levels of sanity anyway.

"The lack of one actually. Originally, anyway. Then it stuck. Personally I think I'm just misunderstood." He's not. He's just gotten to where he wants to be and can let his sarcastic side out more. Not that he'd ever done much to stifle it.

[realitywarped]

He laughs at that, short and with something dark in it. Sanity is... sometimes an issue with Lokis generally. He remembers being insane, at least, even if these days he's no longer burning.

"Ah- my apologies. Private joke. And you can call me Loki." He sounds as off-hand about it as ever, although at least part of him is sat forwards, waiting to see if he gets a reaction or not.

"Nicknames do tend to do that, yes. It's a very old problem, and not one I've ever found an easy solution for." He pauses, considering for a moment. "Still, your culture can't be that dissimilar to the Midgard I lived in if they're handing out sarcastic nicknames. Some species really don't appreciate a good sarcastic comment."

[makeherdance]

Well. That wasn't a worrisome laugh at all.

Joker vaguely gets the reference as ancient human mythology, although he doesn't know much beyond the name and the vaguest connotations it's meant to imply.

"Well, at least it sounds like I'm in good company in the sarcastic humor names then," he remarks, chuckling as his fingers fly over the Navigation panel, checking for gravitational pull, making sure he's got all his numbers and calculations right as he takes the transporter into atmo. "Not that I have a lot of experience with humans from other realities just yet, but where I come from, most humans are usually... pretty humany. Maybe that's universal. Multi-versonal? Whatever."

"So Midgard. Where - or what? - is that? Country? Planet? Galaxy?"

[realitywarped]

"Humans do tend to be much the same wherever you go, yes. Frequently prone to reckless behaviour, mostly. Not quite as smart as they like to think."

There's a very slyly amused undertone to Loki's voice, because sometimes it's fun to play 'poke the mortal in the ego and see what response he gets'. Even, yes, when that person is in control of the tons of metal moving him through space.

He's the trickster god. Finding where the lines are and just sticking one toe over them is what he's meant to do.

"Realm. There are nine realms hung on Yggdrasil, at least these days, of which Midgard is the mortal world. It overlaps with the planet Earth, though, so perhaps that's an easier marker point."

Cosmology is a little confusing in Loki's dimension, sometimes. Realms and dimensions and dimensions and they're all very different things.

[makeherdance]

"Hey, some of us are exactly as smart as we think," he's quick to retort, his own hint of wry sarcasm in the words, because false modesty isn't something Joker ever wastes time on. He's spent too long getting to where he is. And besides, other people tend to dismiss him plenty at first sight without him adding to it. Still, it's said with a lingering note of humor, because he takes it in stride and parries it back with a comfortable ease, making it clear the sort of exchange is something he delves into often.

'A little confusing' might be an understatement here, Loki.

"Overlaps?" He squints at the screen for a moment as he tries to make sense of that. "Yeah, whatever science that is, it's probably a bit beyond me. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the time inconsistencies here. Toss in alternate realities and multiple dimensions and we're venturing into what my world still believes is science fiction."

Then again, they'd once thought that about aliens and space ships, so what do they know?