( 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

[pompous_today]

"I hope we can't expect such things to happen here on a monthly basis," Simon sighed. He could just imagine an infirmary of injuries patients on a regular basis, and he had yet to get a bead on how many medical staff this ship had at their disposal. Who knew how many people would keep arriving, as well?

Simon sighed and began looking around for some sort of scanner or piece of equipment that looked familiar; he finally had to step away briefly and found what looked like a portable X-Ray, bringing it back over and tinkering with the buttons.

"Lie your broken arm as flat as you can, please," he instructed, then gave the man a stern look. "I can at least scan them and make sure you are not in danger of a punctured lung. Then I can dole out the painkillers. Sound good?"

[forwardmomentum]

"I think I'd know if I had a punctured lung," Miles says acidly, but he does as he's asked, gingerly laying his broken arm out for Simon. He looks about as bored as someone with several broken bones could possibly be, but he still winces a little to lay his arm out. Painkillers sound good right about now, though. In fact, they sound heavenly.

"I wouldn't get too comfortable sitting in that station chair, I can tell you that much," Miles offers conversationally, albeit through slightly gritted teeth. "I might've had the worst of it from the last week, but I wasn't the only one taken. I think this ship's destinations are a little more dangerous than we've been led to believe."

Miles manages to prop himself up on his other elbow, watching Simon carefully. "So, new med tech, you got a name?"

[pompous_today]

"True, but if a broken rib is at the wrong angle, you could get one," Simon informed the man, brushing off the acidity; as he worked, his tone became more professional and even. "I appreciate the warning, though. It's good to have some sort of idea of what I might be dealing with... I hope I will have time to assess how well-staffed we are in the meantime, at least. And learn all the equipment we have."

He waited to answer the question until the scan of his arm was complete; after giving it a professional once-over, he smiled at the man.

"I'm Simon- or Dr. Tam if you prefer. Want to see the damage, or do you just want me to get it over with so you can get to the painkillers part?"

[forwardmomentum]

Miles can't really object to that logic, so his grumbling dissolves into wordless mutters as he lets Simon do his work. And when the doctor takes his scan, he'll see the evidence of Miles' brittle bones and the hair-thin patterns of many old breaks still visible. He's lost count at this point.

"I've seen enough med techs around that I'm not worried. And I think Captain Cúrre oversees the medbay, so I guess you'd want to talk to her if you've any questions." Miles keeps his arm laid flat, though his feet tap against the bottom of the exam chair restlessly. He squints up at Simon. "Huh. Wouldn't pin you for a Simon."

[pompous_today]

"I'll do that, thank you," Simon said, grimacing as he took a closer look at the X-Ray. It told quite a story, and if the man had gotten this many injuries, he was definitely bound to be a regular. On the other hand, at least it meant he was used to having his bones set and was less likely to jerk around or otherwise make it difficult for Simon to do what he needed. He then had to smirk, finding the supplies he needed and bringing them out of the cabinet. "Oh, really? What would you have pinned me as?"

[forwardmomentum]

Miles shrugs with one shoulder, as best he can with a broken arm laid out, and looks Simon over judiciously. "David?" he suggests lightly, cocking his head. Better this inane thread of conversation than a lecture about his injuries. He seemed the lecturing type. "Michael, maybe? Peter, if I squint. But definitely not a Simon. You lack that general air of withering patience. You're nearly as bland, though," Miles adds, helpfully.

[pompous_today]

Simon listened as he dug around in the cabinets for the proper supplies to set the arm, looking back up and laughing.

"What you call bland I would simply call professional," he replied. "I AM a doctor, after all- some people are afraid to see me and some can get quite beligerent, so I've learned to cultivate a mask of calmness and a level tone."

[forwardmomentum]

"Calm and bland aren't the same thing," Miles remarks, raising his eyebrows. "I've known my Simon my whole life, and trust me, I know bland when I see it." He about bites his own damn tongue off when he says my Simon, though, brow crinkling at his own words. He wouldn't call Simon Illyan his by any stretch of the imagination. Such implies a fondness that isn't...well, given the trouble Miles causes Illyan on a daily basis, he can only imagine the look he'd be getting right now if Illyan were in the room.

"I'd still pin you for a David, though," he adds, giving Simon a smile that could easily be categorized as a shit-eating grin. "Do you know any Davids? I'm sure there's an opening somewhere. 'Must be this educated to apply.'"

[pompous_today]

"Well, then, perhaps I can do something to change that first impression if I am here long enough," Simon commented mildly, noticing the way the man bit his tongue at that. If there was a bad association with his name... well, he could understand it a bit better. "Mmm, not yet. If there is one on the ship, I would hate to change and cause confusion, though," he winked.