( february event log )

[hownkai]

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!

E V E N T

move & lull "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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Comments

[takeitslow]

[And that's honestly just not what Peter wants to hear.]

But we don't have to be slow! Why would anyone want to be slow? Okay, so they probably won't abandon us. But!

[And he actually doesn't have a point beyond whining, so he just stops. Hands on his hips, waiting for the other to catch up.]

[blackblooded]

If you do things quickly, they're not as important. I've never been in space before. Ragnarok hasn't either. [Crona just... stops. So there.]

I'm looking. If you didn't want to take your time, you shouldn't have come out here.

[takeitslow]

Ragnarok? [What?] I haven't either but that's no excuse to just stop! You can see the stars from inside.

[Honestly, this person has a point. He really shouldn't have taken these lessons, no matter how cool it sounded at the time.] Look, can't you just try to speed up? A little? I'm, like, freaking out here.

[blackblooded]

If you didn't want to be here, you shouldn't have come out. Or maybe you should have come out with someone who wants to go at the same pace as you. It's important to go at your own pace. [But really, Crona should know about going at your own pace.

So Crona starts walking forward. It might be (really is) slower than Peter wants, but it's progress.]

[takeitslow]

No one can go the same pace as me. [He's grumbling under his breath, half turned away from Crona. But he sighs a little as the other moves, letting off a little steam.]

Look I'm not actively trying to be an ass here. This is just sucking a lot more than I thought it would.

[blackblooded]

Do you not like looking at the stars? It's better out here than inside, on the observation deck.

[takeitslow]

Never said that. [He quiets, tilting his head back to look up at the stars.] It's a great view out here. I'm just not tied down in there.

[blackblooded]

We don't like it either. But it's worth it, I think. I've never been in space before.

[takeitslow]

[He's not sure about the worth, so he just shrugs and lets it drop.]

Why do you keep saying we?

[blackblooded]

My blood is black. [At least Crona's still moving forward, towards the door.]

[takeitslow]

And what does that have to do with the 'we' thing?

[blackblooded]

Um. [That's a little bit more difficult to explain.]

It's magic. Ragnarok is my blood.

[takeitslow]

[The magic thing is normally something he'd find kind of cool and ask about, but:] You named your blood? Why?

[blackblooded]

He already had a name.

[takeitslow]

[Flatly:] What?

Blood doesn't come with a name, kid.

[blackblooded]

He used to be his own person. Then... Lady Medusa melted him down with magic and used him to replace my blood.

[takeitslow]

[He has to stop himself from saying 'what' again.] Someone melted a person and made him your blood. Right. Now this is totally unrelated, but are you feeling okay? Suit's getting enough oxygen?

[Congrats, Peter thinks something is wrong with you Crona.]

[blackblooded]

If it wasn't, wouldn't there be an alarm? There should be an alarm, shouldn't there? Is your suit getting enough oxygen?

[takeitslow]

I don't know. I don't go out in space that often. It's an expression? Actually, not really. I'm just saying you're acting kind of crazy.

[blackblooded]

Oh.

[Kind of crazy. Insane.]

I don't think so. I don't think I'm insane right now.

[takeitslow]

Right.

[So disbelieving.]

Eh. If naming your blood is worst you're doing, you're still better than a chunk of the people here.

[blackblooded]

I didn't name him. He already had a name.

[takeitslow]

So you said. Still, same thing applies.

[blackblooded]

Oh. [Crona takes a few shuffling steps forward, and then stops, looking out at the stars.]

If we fell off, what would happen?

[takeitslow]

Float through space until the oxygen runs out? Die? Have to be rescued? I don't really know. All of the above probably.