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( february event log )

Who: Everyone
When: February 16th and on
Where: Throughout the Moira
What: After an exhausting month and a half, the crew tries to relax.
Warnings: Please label accordingly!

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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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[He's suddenly very glad for the suit; it can hide how pale he's turning. What he's done is beyond stupid, far worse than thinking a prison break would make for a fun weekend. All he can think, for a long few seconds that tick away an infinity in his brain, is that he might have put a target on her back. His sister. One of the few people in any universe he gives more of a shit about than himself.

He let's himself have a minute. A real, reality bound minute, to silently panic. He imagines the worst case scenario, wallows in how badly he's screwed up. And then he pushes it away, locks it up and forces out a laugh.

Deflect. Deflect. Deflect.]

What the hell are you on about dude? Don't know who taught you about regular people, but guess what? Not all humans are related.

[That's an awfully suspicious stall, user. Rinzler will return the favor. One micro, then two, ticks by with no answer but the quiet whir of sound. Rinzler even forgets to move slowly for a while.

Then? Peter will hear a quiet chime from his MID. Message, delivered. A quick examination will find an unnamed audio file, easy for even an unskilled user to open with one tap. Rinzler will even route the output through Peter's suit to keep things private.

Open, or leave it?]

[When the chance comes, Peter is hesitant. The logical solution would be to cut and run, leave the conversation where it was and try to focus on the situation at hand. Wait until training ended and hope he got a chance to speak to Wanda first.

But Peter rarely worked on logic and Rinzler, as far as Peter was aware, couldn't do anything from out here. They had hours before they would be brought back inside and he knew he'd break down, start talking before then.

He opens it, giving Rinzler a quick nod in acknowledgement.]

[A moment's crackle, and voices come across the feed. None of them are Rinzler's, though. Nothing that could even be mistaken for the program. In fact, if Peter listens carefully... it shouldn't be too hard to recognize himself.]

"Wait, where are you from? Past? I mean, yeah I guess Wanda's from like way in the future."

"You can cook?"
"I had to. My Pietro was too impatient for it."
"I'm probably not much different."

"I hope the first space favorite is pretty cute."
"...It's my sister."

[The file ends, leaving nothing but the enforcer's quiet whirring. And a few lines of text, scrolling off to the side.]

Relation: sister.
High probability: duplication, alternate system variants.

Confirm/deny?

[Peter has very, very rarely felt time in the way people are meant to, not since his abilities first showed up all those years ago. But sometimes, when the stress was too much, when the fear hit just right, he felt like a kid again, seeing the world suddenly speed up to match his mind. His universe gets thrown off axis.

Right now he's feeling the fast-forward, heart pounding so loud in his ears he almost doesn't hear the voice pouring in over the MID. Almost.

He hadn't thought anything about talking to Wanda over the watches, hadn't thought anything about talking about her. Things weren't so sophisticated in his day; Peter didn't realize his little chats could be hacked or recorded or thrown back in his face. But it was and it was on him. And now it might be on Wanda.

He takes a few steps forward, moving faster than he should for safety's sake, trying to crowd the program. While part of his mind is reeling from shock and guilt, the bigger part is blaring a warning loud and clear. Making sure Wanda stays out of this is the number one priority. The only priority.]

You listen to me, fucker. You're going to stop right now. You're going to delete whatever you've got recorded and you're going to back off. You don't go near her, you don't speak to her. You don't even look at her, you hear me? Your fight is with me. Not her. You're not going to do anything with this.

Edited 2016-02-19 23:29 (UTC)

[With the equalizing limit of the spacesuits, the user's speed advantage is much less. Still, Rinzler doesn't move away. Instead, as Peter steps forward, there's a minute shift of the program's frame. Leaning. Coiled. Most of all? Ready.

He hadn't been planning a fight here, but if the user wants to start one, Rinzler's not planning to back down. And he told it already.]

Don't answer to you.

On this you do.

[He's speaking through gritted teeth, trying vainly to keep his voice even. He wants to scream it, beat it into the guy that Wanda was off limits. It was only pissing him off worse that there was so little he could do out here. The suits, the crowd; nothing would go well if he took the swing now. He was just having a hard time reminding himself of that.]

You do anything to Wanda and I don't care how fast you think you are. How superior you try to act. I'll hunt you down and show you what happens to rabid dogs where I'm from. You leave her out of it.

[As furious as Peter might be, Rinzler hasn't made a single threat. He was never planning to, though it's been more than amusing to watch the user make assumptions. Wanda might not be an ally, but Rinzler doesn't mind her, and he doesn't fight his battles secondhand. He doesn't need to. If he decides the user needs deleting, he'll attack it in person. And he won't fail.

But if there's anything that could possibly make him change his mind? Anything that could make Rinzler willing to target an outside party, that could make hurting someone else more valuable than facing up to his enemy directly?

It's the words Peter is saying right now.

Stare meets stare, noise ticking up to a low snarl. Rinzler's not an animal. He's not glitched, he's not owned, he's not one of their pets to be killed or claimed at their convenience. He's spent most of his runtime code-chained to obedience, but Clu isn't here, and he'd rather die than let this glitch treat him the same way. He'd much rather kill. Anything and anyone it took to prove it wrong.]

Try.

[The word is harsh, choked with static effort and cold rage. He's breaching permissions. He doesn't care.]

[He's taken aback by the sound, having thought by now the other simply couldn't speak. But he shock is short lived as the fury over the word set in.]

Try? There's no trying here. I'm telling you what will happen if you don't listen to me.

[Everything's going from bad to worse quicker than he expected was possible. Pushing Rinzler was only making him push back harder. But Peter didn't know what else to do. How else to fight this. Panic, the idea of what Rinzler could do to Wanda, was overriding any rational thought. And that panic was coloring his voice, making him vibrate in his skin.

He advanced again, just another step, just another attempt to intimidate.]

You can't go after Wanda. You can't. Don't be a coward and take this out on her.

[For the most part, 'couldn't' isn't wrong. Rinzler's limits are hardcoded in, as much a part of him as his physical body, and with far more layers of reinforcement. The rattling growl that answers Peter's continued threats doesn't manage any vocals, even if the twitch of fury in the program's frame suggests he wants to. It takes a lot for Rinzler to break himself enough for words. Memories. Rebellion. Hate.

Congratulations, Peter. You're the second person on the ship to manage.

Step answers step. They're close enough to reach now, close enough to strike or grab or kill, and if Rinzler's stance is any sign, the program would like nothing more. He's not afraid of this user, and he's not going to submit. There's no voice, no words at all, but neither should be needed to understand the sharp, deliberate angle of the enforcer's mask.

Can't he?]

[Peter hesitates a moment, weighing the options. It's a terrible idea to fight here. If Rinzler pulls out those rings here, if he can do that out here, Peter knows he's not quick enough in the suit to dodge. If they ruin the suits, Peter's nagging little human need to oxygen and compatible atmosphere would spell death. If they hit the cord keeping the group tied to the ship, it could spell something worse.]

If we do this out here, it could hurt them. Can you deal with that?

[He jerks his hand back at the group that's long since advanced without them. He's not sure the program will care, he's not sure how much he does at the moment, but it's giving him something else to focus on other than the urge to bury his fist into Rinzler's helmet.]

[Them takes a moment to parse, and when it does, caring is at least as much a struggle. Those users have nothing to do with this grudge, but Rinzler has similarly little reason for concern about their presence. Apart from the obvious risk of interference, that is. Really, that seems much more likely than any hazard on their part; Rinzler has no doubt at all of his own precision.

Shoulders twitch in a faint shrug, stare not moving from the threat in front. Rinzler's not worried. If the user's just looking for a reason to back down, it should come up with a better excuse. Or better yet, say so outright.]

[The fact Rinzler doesn't care just pisses him off that much more. Fine. He doesn't care, Peter, well, still does but he can just try to kick this guy's ass before it causes any trouble for anyone else. It will just take a good plan.

Peter walks back a few steps and, with all the speed he can muster in the clumsy suit, rushes Rinzler. Tackling is a good plan, right? Or at least it sounds good to him and that constant loop of bad thing that could happen to Wanda going on in his head. He'll just try to roll them both away from the tether, keep the crisis averted.]

[A plan might help. Combat experience would also be a bonus. But what might really be an asset to Peter's plan? Training on space maneuvers.

And this is Rinzler's second walk.

Peter charges forward fast, and the enforcer gives a light, quick push on the surface below, letting the rotational force spin his body out of line from the attack. Harder to change direction out here, and he's more than tempted to let the user run off into the void. Or help it on its way. Nothing to step off there, no way to dodge a thrown disk.

But they're still tethered together, and for now, Rinzler's not planning to break the line. He snatches ahold of it instead, hooking one foot around a protrusion on the hull to anchor his own spin as Peter's charge takes him forward and past. As the line comes taut, all that forward energy, all that speed? Will be converted. Angular momentum, with Rinzler as the pivot point. It can enjoy smashing itself facefirst into the hull.]

[He sees Rinzler moving, sees what's going to happen but can't make himself stop. As he watches the ground come up to meet him all Peter can think is that he really should have seen this coming.

He tries to roll at the last second, to at least land on his back rather than risk the face plate of the helmet. He ends up somewhere halfway, crashing on his side and grunting out a curse at the shock going through his shoulder. It takes a moment to recover and in that time the momentum has him bouncing off the hull. Peter scrambles to right himself, get back to standing on something. He's not doing himself any favors with his attention, even momentarily, being off the guy that currently has the advantage.]

[Peter won't bounce far. But he won't make it to standing, either. Rinzler closes the gap with a tug of the cord, tumbling forward from his anchor point with just enough spin to add some angular momentum of his own to the collision. His flip connects with the user's core, the force of their shared exertions focused down to one point: a knee, driving into Peter's ribs.

It's enough force to do damage. Enough to drive through Peter's body and right back, pushing them both off the hull. Rinzler's hand flashes out as they rebound, coiling the tether around an arm, leg, neck—whatever he can reach. So long as it tangles the user up, so long as Peter doesn't have a chance to grab for the ship's surface until they're out of reach. Once they're properly floating, the user will have no way to use that speed at all. Nothing to leverage off but Rinzler.

And that's a contest the enforcer knows he can win.]

[The issue with not being able to physically use his power is that the mental part hasn't disappeared. He catches sight of Rinzler and watches, in pathetically slow motion, as the program nears, tenses and moves into the attack. Feels the force drive up through his stomach and sides, can feel the sharp pain around his lower ribs. He doesn't know if its that or the hit that takes his breath, but he chokes on a lack of air for a moment. He feels frozen from the shock and he doesn't so much as try to react until he feels Rinzler grab at his arm and something rope around it.

Peter flails, get away and get his bearings back so he can think or fight or do anything but float there and take it. But the movement sends another wave of pain through his side and he can't force himself to keep it up for long. His hand tries to find purchase on Rinzler, to weakly push at the other and get some distance. With the tether around Peter's arm its impossible, but he's not thinking of that in his haste to get away.]

[It's too weak. Too uncoordinated. Rinzler twists sideways, sliding past the user's grab as they drift further from the ship, linked satellites orbiting a little closer with each turn. With the line tangled around his target's arm, it's easy for Rinzler to close the gap completely. A hand flits out, aiming to lock around the user's wrist.

Peter might be able to outmatch his speed, but Rinzler's not limited by human strength either. And once he manages that grab, he doesn't plan on letting this prey go. Even without the suit comms active, Peter will feel that ticking rumble vibrate through the program's grip, brushing against his back as Rinzler leverages the hold to slip behind. As he contorts his own body up, planting a foot just above the user's shoulder joint. Coiling. Ready.

All he needs to do is torque that wrist and kick.....]

[Peter feels that slight vibration, but doesn't pinpoint what it is. He's too panicked, too focused on the touch at his back and the pressed at his shoulder. He's too focused on realizing exactly what Rinzler is about to do.

Peter goes stiff in Rinzler's hold, too afraid to keep struggling when there are more bones on the line and more pain coming in the immediate future. He lets out a stream of every curse he's ever learned, tone embarrassingly hysterical. He knows he's not making it out of this one. He just has to hope the program doesn't decide to pull out his weapon at this position and that a few broken bones is all he has to show for this fight. Or, if it comes to it, that its at least quick. He can't imagine anything worse than a drawn out death.

He's waiting for it and wishing, bitterly, that he could at least apologize to Wanda first. And then he hears their instructor start to yell.]

[The voice that crackles across the feed is recognizable. Sharp and commanding, though laced with much more anger than the captain had shown before. It comes with tags of admin and not mine, the wary knowledge that Rinzler should comply and a secret, mismatched glee at being able to choose not to. This admin has no claim on him, and the user in his grasp has given taunts and threats, flagged him as a broken animal to half the system. It attacked him, and finally it can't escape the consequences. He can break it. He can kill it. This is what it deserves.

Still, Rinzler hesitates. He can kill the user. He doesn't even doubt that he could defeat the others present, disable or derezz anyone trying to hold him back. But with the admin here, that means hostilities with the whole system, and a greater than zero chance of losing what choices he does have. He doesn't want to be recoded. He doesn't want to lose his place here—especially for a derezz that might not even last.

....he shouldn't care about his 'place' here. He shouldn't want, or think, or lag. But Rinzler does, just long enough to feel a jerk on his own tether, pulling him away. He doesn't resist the backwards tow, detaching him from the (target) user and hauling them apart. He twists back, mask angling in warning towards the hand that tries to grab him, but he'll follow without complaint when the admin directs them both back toward the airlock.

Rinzler's not sure when his decision tree became this complicated. He's even less sure that he likes it. Still, the enforcer's certain of one thing, and his helmet turns, looking for his opponent as they head back to the ship. Whatever punishments are given, however much delay the admins impose? This isn't anything like over.]

[Peter feels a shot of panic when he first hears the voice. Great, he's going to have an audience for his downfall. He can't go out hoping someone twists this to make him sound better, talks him up at whatever passes for a funeral service on a ship like this. It's a bitter embarrassment that almost makes him wish Rinzler would just get it over with. And then he's being let go.

It takes a few seconds too long to comprehend that he's free and surprising intact. That he's being brought back to the hull and tether's unwound from him. That Rinzler is listening to the instructor's reprimands and following without so much as a complaint. Which is something Peter tucks away to think about later, the idea that there are people the program will follow. For now the same dressing down is being directed at him and Peter largely ignores it, thanks to many years of being sent to principles and counselors, to focus on getting inside without his sides screaming in protest.

He half hears the threat of punishments, glare focused on the back of Rinzler's head as they shuffle inside. Whatever is going on around him, he knows the important thing is right here and waiting. Lock him up now, he can be patient. As far as Peter's concerned, it's just giving Rinzler borrowed time.]

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intervention time, go? /o/

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