( 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

[fight4theusers]

[Now there's a loaded question. Tron hesitates briefly... answering it would reveal completely what he is, but it seems she's already deduced as much.]

The only one here. [He pauses again, determining how best to answer without having to explain too much detail.] As far as I know, there is only one other of me, back in the original system where I was compiled. I was copied into a new system, and given an upgrade as well.

[He tugs one of his gloves off, discretely laying his hand on the table in front of her, showing the glowing blue circuit lines traced over his skin.] I haven't seen any other programs aboard the ship, as of yet. [His eyes meet hers again, studying the hexagonal shapes, so similar to that of a program... could she perhaps be from somewhere like his Grid?]

[imaginary_wife]

[Her own hexagonal eyes train on his hand, on the circuitry, and back to his face.] You're not an android, but a program? Still an AI, but how are they manifesting your body here?

[Hologram? Solid projection? Grown in a lab as she was? Or maybe she was unconscious.]

[fight4theusers]

I'm not sure. [Tron folds his hands on the table, one glove still off.] Apparently whatever brought me here... this Ingress... took me as through through a portal directly from the Grid. My system. This is how I appear there. [He frowns slightly, brow furrowing.]

Flynn... ah, my friend, a User, he often spoke of digital transformation into physical space, though I was never quite sure what he meant. Perhaps this is something like it. He was able to exist on the Grid, so perhaps a program can exist in the User world, if properly transferred.

[Clu thought it possible too... he'd planned to bring them all out, using Flynn's disc... destroy the User world and build Perfection there... Tron quickly pushes those memories aside.]

Apparently it is possible, at least with whatever technology this ship is using.

[He focuses back on her, gaze quickly skimming over her strange skin, the patterns there.] But you... you are not a program? [He's not disappointed, really, only intrigued, wondering just what she is, since she seems to understand him.]

[imaginary_wife]

I would love to know how that worked. It sounds like your friend was pretty advanced for a human... no offense. [Coming from a race where one was meant to function with the accuracy of a computer and an organized mind, one's race tended to develop a slight sense of superiority about their intelligence.]

Does it feel differently to be here than there?

[fight4theusers]

He'd created a portal to the Grid, though he never explained to us how it worked. Flynn is... unique, even for a User. [Tron smiles a bit fondly, thinking of his friend, before it fades. Had Flynn even managed to escape to the Portal, in the end? Had Tron's sacrifice saved him? He didn't even know...]

[He pushes those thoughts to low priority, focusing on the next question.] Existing here? No, it doesn't feel too different. Obviously the world itself is strange, and there is not the ready supply of energy that I could find back in the system. But my body is the same, even if everything around me is not.

...you haven't really answered my question, though. You are not a program, correct? But you can communicate with a computer, with other programs. [He's just as curious about her as she is about him...]

[imaginary_wife]

Something in between. I was grown in a vat to both control machines, to study science, and originally as convenient fodder for a carnivorous race. [She sounds a touch bitter about the Omec- it doesn't matter her history, the Omec "harvests" were generational genocide, a horror that came regularly every 75 years. Being made by the Omec, even if they were also prey, was almost an insult.]

But everything in me is biological. It just also happens to give me the ability to interface with most complex computers.

[Some Indogene were distorted beyond recognition as bipedal beings in order to control a ship.]

[fight4theusers]

[Tron can't stop the horrified expression from slipping across his face at the last mention. Being created to serve is one thing, he understands that, being a program. But being created only to die, to be consumed... that is another entirely.] It is good that you escaped that fate.

Hopefully we can find a way for you to have access to this ship's computer. Would you like to see the communications array now? Or plan for a later time?