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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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"I was under the impression that space was supposed to feel like... Like... One of those bouncy castles! This is sort of uncomfortable." She frowns slightly as she floated, trying to keep control of her path.
"How are you doing over there?" Dutch convinces herself that shifting her attention to Trish would make things slightly easier on her.
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Look at her go, trying to be scientific. Bruce would be proud. Or amused. Probably amused.
"I'm, uh... floating?"
Is she doing well or not? Honestly she has no clue.
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Dutch desperately tries to guide her floating to keep herself from going off into space. She knows it's impossible, but she does her best to avoid it, anyway.
"You've never been in space before, is what I mean. Before this."
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Speaking of science fiction. They were from space at least, that totally counts a little, right?
Yeah, she didn't think so either.
Trish just sort of lets herself drift, sending out a prayer to no one in particular that the tether anchoring her to the Moira will in fact hold and not just snap or something.
Wow, there's a thought she really didn't need to be having right now.
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As she drifts out into space, she begins to spin a little creating an uncomfortable sort of nausea. "Ugh. I never get sick on planes but of course I'd get woozy in space."
She starts to worry about getting sick and making a mess inside the spacesuit. It seems unlikely. Right now the sickness is just a vague, nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she's a ball of nerves worrying about it.
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Okay, that's just... yeah, that's gonna take her a while to wrap her head around. Man, this parallel universes stuff is really, really weird.
Also, Trish can relate to the fear of throwing up in her helmet. That would be a really unpleasant little disaster to have to deal with.
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Talking about home, even the unpleasantries of home, helps take the focus off of feeling sick. It even helps her feel a little less sick. As long as she isn't thinking of specific vampires she's fine.
"What were the aliens like?" She asks, genuinely curious.
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She wants to be better at this, being a radio host she really kind of should be, but she doesn't know how to actually paint a good portrait of the alien invaders only using words.
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"I don't know which of us has it worse, actually. Did the aliens stick around? How were you... Well, for lack of a better word, rescued?" If Trish's NYC was saved right away she supposes the city with vampires has it worse. It has an illness that'll linger and fester and possibly spread. If the aliens stuck around though, then maybe Trish had it worse. Then a little voice in Dutch's head speaks up and convinces her it's ridiculous to try and think of who has it worse. They both suffered and it's shitty of Dutch to compare injuries.
Now Dutch has an itch on her eyebrow that she wishes she could scratch. Of course she can't, thanks to the design of the suit. She supposes that's just a hardship she'll have to learn how to deal with now that she's a space traveler.
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The aliens are gone, but the wound still festers. The city is still trying to recover from the destruction caused by the attack, and that tends to bring out not just the good in people, but the really ugly as well.