thisavrou_log | ( 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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[There's something... deeply moving about seeing at least some part of the void of space filled with light, especially given the meaning behind the ritual; X's spent since the time of it beginning on the observation deck, watching. Not just the floating lights, either: X's done a bit of people-watching, too, though he's been as surreptitious about it as can be managed, compared to his open gazing out into space. Might be easier said than done, in some cases, especially when, later, there's another, far different light that joins the memorial river of lanterns; X follows the most likely path given a lack of real variables, out of simple curiosity, to find the source and... Oh.

Loki quite certainly has what appears to be a curious teenager watching him thoughtfully. X has straightened some from the relaxed lean he's taken on the railing, arms not quite straight and hands loosely curled over the bar.]

[He watches the lights for another moment before he turns, straight into the gaze of someone watching him. Well, that's slightly embarrassing, given how little Loki likes to be seen doing anything remotely like caring.]

Can I help you? I'm sure my face isn't that interesting.

[Busted. X flushes in his own embarrassment, faint and the colour's slow to settle.]

I'm sorry.

[Sheepish but smiling.]

I've just never seen something quite like that light, before, and was curious who was responsible.

[...Yes, X, he probably knows that much.]

Loki, Norse god of, mostly, getting into trouble. Magical expert, head chef, a vast and varied collection of other mostly irrelevant appellations.

[He folds his arms across his chest, smiling in a very slightly forced way. No point scaring anyone off just yet, not if they're merely curious about what he can do and not the reason why.]

Any other questions I can answer for you?

[God? Well, he's met a witch, so... X's own stance on the existence of any kind of god is pretty nebulous, and he's not inclined to question the nature of htings at this point. It might as well just be another kind of human, or someone gifted, or any number of things. He has no data on that, but said appellations go straight into the file with some tagged with a request for further data at a later point.]

"Getting into trouble"? Sounds like you'd get along with a friend of mine.

[Then, after a second's worth of consideration (you get: curious robit)...]

What exactly was that light?

[Loki doesn't actually get on with a vast number of people, mostly because he's a little too inclined to poke. Still, he does have a small slightly softer spot for fellow troublemakers. Sometimes.]

Perhaps. I've found people who say that overestimate the amount of trouble I'm likely to cause.

[He holds his hand up palm out and fingers spread wide, turns it round to show the back and then back to the palm again.]

Nothing there, yes? Nothing up my sleeve- not that I could get to, at least.

[Not with his glove covering the cuff, anyway.

He shakes his hand, sharply, exactly like a street magician producing ping-pong balls from nowhere- except between Loki's fingers there are green spheres of light, translucent and glowing softly.]

Magic and memory, mainly.

[X is pretty sure Loki'd get on just fine with Axl, at least on some level or other; but there's no telling, now, given the current situation.]

And just how much is that?

[But X is quiet with the demonstration, if gently amused. There's probably an expected sort of surprise when those lights appear, and X is... well, kind of enchanted by the whole thing.]

Really, that's...

[He shakes his head, a little embarrassed.]

That's incredible. There's nothing close to "magic"--and you're the second person I've spoken with here with any ties to it--where... I'm from.

[Still having a hard time with that.]

Do they have myths, where you're from? Tales of trickster gods?

[Robots and myths rarely mix, especially if the world has no magic, but it's worth asking, if for no other reason than satisfying curiosity and knowing how much he needs to explain.

He moves his hand, leaving the lights floating in thin air, before catching them all in his closed hand one by one. When he opens his hand again, one light hovers on his palm. A magic trick, with real magic- it amuses him, a little. And the appreciation is always very pleasant, he will admit.]

It's not so common in my world, either. Not the inherent kind I wield, at least. Most people could learn it, with time and effort, though. Your world was rather more technological, then?

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...that feel when you notice a typo too late-- /cry

I didn't even notice, I promise