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"Sometimes, the thing that brings us together also pulls us apart. "
The beginning of the month was a whirlwind of confusion—for both seasoned and new members of the crew. Link’d Inc’s unsavory methods for obtaining information were revealed, the company’s front runner was murdered and planted on the ship, and with the help of Benjamin Link, the crew was able to free the kidnapped children and unlock the ship so that the Moira could get as far away as possible. It was a mess, but after the refugees were taken to a nearby by planet to start over, things have finally begun to settle down. The ship also has more crew than it’s ever had, and that can only mean one thing: more work. An unfortunate side effect of having so many bodies in one place, everyone is being asked to contribute; the captains implore everyone to chip in and do their share. Clean up after yourselves, don’t miss your shifts, and give fellow crew members a hand with their tasks if they can’t get them done on time. ☄ SPACEWALK ( 02.16 - 02.23 )Eventually, Manasseh comes to the crew with a training opportunity. The captains are well aware that not everyone on board have learned essential skills for surviving and working in space. To remedy that, she has offered to take a week to train groups in the skill of performing space walks on the hull. Those who already have experience are welcomed as assistant instructors. Those willing will learn how to safely don a spacesuit and secure oxygen lines and tethers—for both themselves and others. All skills that will come in handy in case there is a need for emergency repairs, or if the crew encounters a low-atmosphere environment they wish to explore. Mysteriously, there is also a promise of something interesting on the horizon for those willing to learn. ☄ TREATS N' SWEETS ( 02.16 - EVENING )As a way of extending an olive branch to the crew, the captains have cleared out the kitchen and mess hall early in the afternoon. Later that evening, the crew is asked to come down - via their MIDs - as the captains have a surprise for them. The tables are lined with finger foods, sandwiches, pretzels and chips, but the table in the very back is where the captains are lingering. They’ve made desserts for the crew, but they aren’t just any typical sweet concoction. They are each unique, and there are small, hand-written signs in front of each:
•JUST RELAX: Mint chocolate chip ice cream scooped out into bowls and is the most sweet of the three. The first bite does little to the person eating it, but each subsequent taste results in an increasingly relaxed state. The more that is consumed, the more mellow the person becomes.
•BE HONEST: A delicate concoction of science and the culinary arts, this dessert is refreshing and semi-sweet. The fruity flavors burst in your mouth, loosening your tongue, and result in a brief period of honesty. The reactions vary from person to person—anywhere from being more blunt than normal to answering any question that is asked without a filter. The effects wear off after an hour.
•YOU'RE SWEET: A selection of small chocolate cheesecakes offer something rich and decadent to enjoy. Each one brings something a little different in terms of flavor, the taste lingering for some time after you’re done. Some make you feel indulgent, some make you feel romantic; this makes you feel both. Those that sample this dessert will feel lighter, happier, and more likely to indulge in romantic endeavors. The effects last for only one night, dissipating after a good night’s sleep. Those that do not require sleep will suffer the effects for two days. ☄ LANTERNS IN THE BLACK ( 02.23 )The day starts out differently than most. The captains send a message saying that everyone has been granted light duty for the day, and once they finish their necessary chores, they are given the remainder of it to themselves. Around midday, an announcement will be made. The pilgrim fleet of Librae Prime will be performing their yearly Celebration of Life. They are on their way to a system decades away, and each year, they celebrate the lives gained and lost within their ranks by releasing a multitude of brightly colored lanterns out into space. The Pilgrims make a habit of inviting ships within range to participate as it is a joyful event for them.
The entire crew is welcome to watch from the observation deck, the lights dimmed so the view can be properly appreciated, but those members of the crew who have participated in the space walk lessons or have previous experience have a special opportunity all their own. Manasseh invites them to the airlock with a supply of flying lanterns and an offer to put their new-found skills to use by releasing the Moira’s own lanterns. The morning after the flight of the lanterns a special surprise will await everyone in their mailboxes. A small lantern sits waiting for each member of the crew. It casts a soft light comparable to a simple nightlight and will hover in a stationary position when activated.
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thisavrou_log2016-02-15 11:56 pm
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You did say you'd tried one already, didn’t you? Well, if it’s all poisoned, you’re screwed anyways. Might as well chase it with a little more sweetness, right?
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[Kriff!]
I don't know why I told you that. It doesn't have any relevance here and I'm not trying to sleep with you.
[Well, this is fun...]
I don't know why I told you that either.
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[Zam bites his lip to keep from bursting into laughter again.] Maybe you should try the ice cream. It won’t make stop talking, but it’ll make you care a lot less about what you say.
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What kind of job obligates you to impersonate a dancing girl?
[She might be a little huffy there. But then again, she has some professional pride.
Well. No. No, she doesn't. It's her kriffing curiosity getting the better of her.]
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[Getting close enough to the slug to tamper with his food hadn’t been a pleasant experience but at least Zam had looked damn good in that metal bikini get-up. And the actual kill had been something to see indeed. He gets that kind of distant smile on his face that people get when they’re remembering something particularly funny.] I should’ve gotten a medal for that kill. I had to pretend to be part of this slug’s harem, right? And I have my blaster stashed in the corner, so if I really wanted to, I could just shoot the slug. But I’m looking at this guy and thinking that I’d have to blast at him for a good hour just to get through all the fat and that’s not really an option with his guards everywhere. Now, I also have a bomb up my sleeve-- [He pauses.] Well, in my arm actually. The outfit didn’t have sleeves. Anyways. I have a bomb, but there’s too many people to just throw it and duck for cover, right? I mean, the guy’s draped with like three girls at any given time, so it’s just not happening. So what do I do?
[His smile has widened into a full-on grin by now.] Guess. It’s really good.
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No one else...has.
She folds her arms across her chest, eying the stranger with new interest.]
You fed it to him?
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I slipped it to him with his food. Slug didn’t even realize it until-- [Zam makes an explosive gesture with his hands, imitating the sound with a puff of air.]
And thus ended my brief and ultimately un-profitable stint as a dancing girl. All that work and it turned out Jango had killed my employer before I could collect. Figures. [He gives a huff of retrospective irritation, though it isn’t long before he’s smiling once again.]
At least it was funny.
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Well. She doesn't quite know what to make of all of this.]
I don't think I've ever met a bounty hunter who bragged the way you do. How is it good for business?
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It’s not like it matters, anyways. As far as anyone from home is concerned, I’m an ex-bounty hunter now. Got a severance package from the Republic and everything. [He grins at his own private joke. Just because he has to tell the truth doesn’t mean he has to be straightforward about it.]
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[Now he's starting to sound like her grandfather in his delirious moments.]
What the kriff are you talking about? There hasn't been a Republic in over two decades.
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Uh, unless I’m way higher than I thought right now, I’ve only been on this ship for a few months. And when I left, the Republic was still going strong. Strong-ish. It was there.
[He smiles uncertainly at the woman.] Unless you’re trying to tell me you’re from the future.
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[Of course, neither is instantaneous transport, and she still hasn't managed to figure out how the kriff she ended up on this stupid barge.]
The Galactic Empire's been ruling the galaxy since before I was born. I'm from Corellia. One of the core worlds.
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“The Galactic Empire?” [Zam snorts.] What, was “The Galactic Republic” not ostentatious enough for them?
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[Maya's never put a whole lot of thought into politics or history. Not until very recently, when politics and history have both come crashing down on her life.
She's not at all resentful.]
Where, exactly, are you from?
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Except sober Zam is not here at the moment, so he cheerfully answers:] Zolan. What about you?
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[Maya's heard of it, all right. Hasn't gotten a lot of customers of the Zolander or Clawdite persuasion. So it's never been all that important.
...but he isn't exactly green and scaly at the moment.]
Oh. Um, Coruscant originally. But Corellia's home. The Fantasii Bar, just outside of...
[And again, she's oversharing and doesn't know why.]
You're not originally from Zolan, are you?
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[Fantasii Bar, huh? Definitely sounds like the kind of place that would have dancing girls.
And she’s not the only one who feels like over-sharing.]
I am actually. Born and raised there. I ended up getting chased off for “fraud” and “heresy.” [He includes the finger quotes there.] But it was for the best. Zolan isn’t exactly the kindest place for Clawdites.
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Oh. So you are a Clawdite.
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[Maya's never really bought into the Empire's pro-Human agenda. But then again, she can't afford to be picky in her life.]
You just look...
[She makes a vague, all-encompassing gesture.]
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Changeling. The implication's pretty obvious.
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Huh. Not what I expected to learn on this stupid boat.
[It explains a lot, though. Especially his whole monologue about being a dancing girl.]