( october intro log )

[hownkai]

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)! )

Comments

your other prompts don't suit!

[commontype]

[No fucking way.

Eggsy was going crazy, he was sure of it. He would be less surprised if someone like Roxy showed up, even less worked up if it was someone like Charlie. But, Harry?

No. There was no fucking way.

It was a trick or it was fake somehow. Or maybe even some kind of messed up prank.]

Who the fuck are you?

[He'd watched him from across the mess hall. Talking like Harry. Looking like Harry. But he wasn't. And Eggsy couldn't take it anymore. He's standing in front of him, a hand stuck out, finger waving.]

I said. Who. The. Fuck. Are. You.

your face doesn't suit!

[wordstoliveby]

[ Harry doesn't so much startle when Eggsy snarls at him, merely tenses up on instinct. There were several ways one could incapacitate or kill and aggressor with a drink glass. Thankfully he registers Eggsy's voice quickly and simply turns to stare at him. ]

Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to point, Eggsy?

[ After one more sip of his drink he sets the glass down on the counter with a light clink. Then his hand is snapping out to grab Eggsy's finger and start bending it back towards the young man's wrist. ]

I can understand your alarm, truly. But I have had a very trying day and if you keep pointing at me like that I will snap your fucking finger off. Are we clear, Eggsy?

[commontype]

[He bristles when Harry mentions his mother, because he worries about her and his sis so much and he can't do anything for them here.

Eggsy doesn't back down when fake!Harry stands up, and he tries his best not to flinch when the man grabs his finger and bends it backwards. He could handle pain, nothing new there, but the guy was even closer and it was even harder to tell he wasn't Harry.]

Do you? I don't think you do, 'Arry. [Then he sputters, shaking his head.] I mean, not Harry. [He grimaces as he carefully says his mentors name this time, trying not to give this guy anymore leverage over him.]

Let me go. I don't know who you are, but let me go.

[He's breathing heavily, and he thinks he might be about to have some sort of fucking panic attack.]

You ain't him. You ain't.

[wordstoliveby]

[ He releases Eggsy's finger since the point has been made. He takes a breath, trying to steady the ragged edge of his nerves. His attempt at quiet drink to quiet the echo of Valentine's words had obviously failed.

Christ, he was a fucking mess. ]

I understand quite well. You assume I'm some attempt to compromise your mental health because I- [ Slaughtered over 50 people in a church. Was shot in the head by a maniac. The hysterical knowledge of it threatens to overwhelm. ] -I died.

[ His voice gentles. Eggsy's reaction is natural. Returning from the dead is a miracle only possible when your brain hasn't been turned to pudding by a bullet. ]

Ask me something only I would know, Eggsy. I'll prove it.

[commontype]

[Eggsy's eyes widen and he would think it comical, the situation, if everything about this wasn't ten shades of fucked up. He shakes his head back and forth, eyes dropping to the ground. He needed to process this, and fast, so that whoever the fuck this was didn't get the better of him.

It made sense the guy knew Harry had died, easy, but finding a question to ask that only the real Harry would know, hard. Not impossible, but really difficult because Eggsy hadn't really gotten the chance to get to know his mentor very well.

He knew Kingsman stuff, but that meant he'd have to trust Kingsman more than anything else and that was still up in the air. He trusted people, Merlin, the Real Harry, Roxy, but Arthur had been a right prick and that meant other areas of Kingsman could have been compromised as well.

So, no, it couldn't be Kingsman. It had to be personal.]

What's in your bathroom in your flat? On the wall.

[wordstoliveby]

[ Of course he would ask that question. That exchange after Eggsy washed out still sharp in his memory. If not for the church he would have been working to fix things so Eggsy could still live up to his potential.

You shot your dog and had it stuffed? ]

My dog, Mr. Pickle. He died of pancreatitis 11 years after I became a Kingsman.

As I recall you thoughts on the matter were that I was a "fucking freak".

[commontype]

[Eggsy steps back, frowning. It's right, but it's not quite enough yet.]

Yeah, um.. well.

[He takes a deep breath.]

What's the first thing you ever said to me? The first thing.

[He raises a brow.]

[wordstoliveby]

The first thing?

[ That memory always troubles him, that small home filled with christmas cheer that he might as well have dropped a bomb on with the news of Lee's death. He'd been such a fool. ]

I asked what your name was. And then after I said hello I asked if I could see the snowglobe you were playing with.

[commontype]

[Eggsy's shoulders relax and he steps forward before he catches himself.]

How're you here, 'arry? I don't get it.

[Different people from different places, but dead people? He didn't understand.]

Ah, fuck. M'sorry. So sorry for everythin'.