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( october intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: October 1st
Where: The mess hall, kitchen, and other locations
What: The crew
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning

SHIP LIFE

”Working together not only helps us move more quickly, it changes the nature of what we can undertake.”

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 to your living quarters.

MERO DECK ● NOMO DECK ● MORO DECK

☄Crew members exposed to Exuo will notice that effects are slowly beginning to taper off. However, most will still continue to feel some agitation over the smallest things. Perhaps a visit to the UV beds will lighten that mood of yours.

☄MINI RECEPTION

Orders have been sent down to the kitchen to prepare something small but fulfilling for the entirety of the crew as a way to thank them for their hard work gathering supplies and returning to the Moira mostly unscathed. The mess hall has been decorated—kind of. There are small, tidy bows stuck to the backs of chairs and “party favors” spread out across the tables. These favors make a room smell sweet but are otherwise harmless. As a gift from Thán, he has provided the crew with a treat of sorts in addition to the foods the kitchen has prepared. All crew scheduled for morning shifts in the kitchen will have helped with these preparations. As a note, there is also a soft, unfamiliar melody coming from an old radio on one of the tables. The captains encourage everyone to relax, have fun, and get to know one another better.

Other areas of the ship are also open to exploration! Privileges for crew ranked Tiruncula** are as follows: (1) shift in kitchen and/or mess hall duties can be skipped each week without repercussions.

( ooc; **Ranks are listed here with an explanation. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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[Nomo 010]

Finding herself standing a moment after she'd been laying on the ground, Elizabeth felt a distinct sense of physical shock. And not the kind of physical shock she had been expecting only seconds ago. She'd been hit once already, yes, and she'd been braced for the second one-- and then everything was bright. And her shoes were gone.

Some voice noted she was in shock, another one asked if she was bleeding but a third confirmed the Ingress had already healed her wounds, the blood was just on her clothing. As people surrounded her, reaching out to help, Elizabeth mutely pushed at their hands and tried to back away. The first voice reiterated that she was in shock, that her mind was experiencing extremely severe cognitive dissonance-- and that sounded familiar, but it was the only thing. Everything else was so foreign it was unimaginable. The fact that she wasn't bleeding on the ground...

Someone shouted that she was getting a nosebleed, another person insisted they get her to the medical bay. There was a count and Elizabeth was lifted, bodily, off her feet and moved down a hall.

The scan, the contract, the new clothing, and her assigned room are all a blur. She held some kind of compress under her nose while it continued to bleed (apparently it would stop soon, according to a nurse/doctor/whoever it had been-- she was just more sensitive to the effects of the cognitive dissonance). Someone helped her out of her bloody clothes in the medbay, and helped her into her thermals and new uniform. She was fine with losing her clothes, she never wanted to see them again, they were covered in the evidence of what Atlas had done to her. Filthy and bloody from being restrained, from being in a coma for two weeks, from being tortured...

All of this hit her as she sat on the bed she'd been given. The events replayed in a one sped-up stream and left Elizabeth shaking on the bed. She hadn't said a word yet, she had no idea what to say. Elizabeth lay down, a hand over her head as though she expected it to start bleeding again, and she closed her eyes. Across the room, from the couch, the familiar sound of a guitar being idly plucked at made its way through the silence-- and she knew then that somehow, she was still alive.

[Reception]

Elizabeth put the facts together quickly enough after her initial meltdown-- after all, she was fairly used to jumping between timelines. Different places, different times, different weather patterns, a few times she'd almost been hit by cars. She chalked up her extreme reaction to what she had been experiencing the moment she'd arrived, in addition to the thought that she'd never step through another tear again after her collapse.

So... this was the next thing. Whatever this next thing was-- she remembered mentions of a library while she'd been changing, but that was about the only moment of clarity because it was a word she hadn't expected to hear. Someone would have to explain that to her one more time, but for now there was some talk of a 'reception'...?

There were other people in this place, and the best way to figure out what was going on was to ask. And given all of these people obviously knew exactly how she'd gotten there, there was no secret to keep. Elizabeth could ask, completely honestly, about anything. It's a relief, given she had been keeping things to herself for years because she'd never truly belonged in any particular timeline.

She walked into the reception, looking around, curious and still appearing a little shell-shocked. But there was ice cream. She liked ice cream, but the radio took her attention first. It was actually familiar, so she wandered over to it to look at it and wonder why it was there when she'd been scanned and thumb-scanned and who knew what else by extremely advanced machinery.

Eggsy was a bit concerned. The bird looked off, which he figured was going to be the normal here, considering how nuts it was to go from one place to another. He'd felt off when he'd showed up, but he'd adjusted quickly.

He kind of thought it was his duty, as a gentleman, to introduce himself to the fine lady and ask her if she was alright.

"Hi, I'm Gary Unwin, but you can call me Eggsy."

And, yes, he brought his space dog with him. The thing, which he's decided to name after a pretty cool guy he met, is sitting by his feet, jaw open and drooling everywhere.

"This here's Stark. He's super friendly, won't be hurtin' ya or anythin'."

There was an uncomfortable moment where Elizabeth stared at Eggsy blankly, which went incredibly well with the traces of her stemmed nosebleed (she'd cleaned up as best she could, but where these "communal showers" were, she still had no idea). But conversation was like riding a bike for her, she could get back on and not fall off-- probably.

"Hi Eggsy, nice to meet you, I'm-- ...Elizabeth..."

Woah. That was... a very strange looking dog. The shape out of her peripheral vision had registered as dog, but it has no ears and six legs. This was unlike any creature Elizabeth had ever encountered, but if Eggsy said he was friendly she'd believe him. The huge open-mouthed drool-grin helped too. After the initial trailing-off surprise, Elizabeth bends down a little and presents the back of her hand for Stark's inspection.

"And hello to you too."

That gets her a wide grin, bending down a touch to pet the dog, too. Dog probably isn't the right word, but it's what it looks like. Sort of. A little bit.

Eggsy's an animal person though and he thinks of himself as a people person mostly, so he knows intuitively that Stark is good people. Protective and careful, but fucking fast. Like across the ship and back before Eggsy's even blinked.

"Nice to meet you, too, Elizabeth."

He gently pets Stark's wrinkled back.

"So, I ain't seen you 'round. Just come in?"

"Am I pretending well enough, or are you being polite?" Elizabeth gives him a weary grin as she pats Stark's head gingerly. The strange-dog didn't bite her hand off, and Eggsy's giving him a pat, so why not? "I think it's been... an hour? Maybe two? I landed here pretty rough. Guess I'm still not so sure all of this is real just yet."

But there's a six-legged dog, so... probably real. Elizabeth is fairly sure her brain can't conjure up anything that creative if her strange nightmares only featured airplane bathrooms.

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commontype - 2015-10-03 03:08 (UTC) - Expand

Elizabeth DeWitt

reception;

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hello! *^*

ngl, I wiggled mightily when I saw there was some Kingsman on this boat. 8]

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[Nomo 010] (Does this work?)

(Totally! :D HI ROOMIE~)

(Awesome! ;D HEY ROOMIE)

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Re: Elizabeth DeWitt

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reception!

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hello! ^