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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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Like it just makes kids? Doesn't that kind of bother people? How do they decide the parents? How do you explain that to a kid? Hey you don't have any parents because you just appeared in a field one night.

[And he'd thought asking about his dad as a child had been hard.]

Not like it's impossible. I might not be a witch, but I managed my abilities on my own. But, you know, I guess it works out better for your people to try training them. Must be nice to have a community like that.

Its actually quite an honour... not having parents or a lineage, being directly of magic, of the gods, of nature... its something quite special in itself. Luckily though, when they're adopted into a clan its more than a simple name or concept, its a ritual. They quite literally become a part of a family. [He smiles.] There are those among my own coven who look up to me as their father as it were, despite the fact that I've never bred.

[Eric nods.] I gathered there was something about you, I'd thought that perhaps I just hadn't been paying due attention but you did appear seemingly out of nowhere, no? [And he's grinning.] You should see what happens when they neglect their training, such small minds capable of such great feats. And the community? Its everything. Witches only survived as long as we have thanks to our ability to bond together.

Sorry, dude. But it sounds like it would suck. Like, put them around other kids and you know what kind of shit would get said. You don't have a real dad, you don't have a mom. Kids can be evil, man.

[He might be projecting here, honestly.]

But you know, opposite side is kind of cool. Adopting and all that.

[He gives a smile and a nod.]

Not out of nowhere. I'm just fast. [It's clear he thinks there's no "just" to it. He's proud of his power for what it is.] Well, what does happen? Can't just hint at it, man.

[Eric shakes his head.] Perhaps among normal children, maybe... most witch children however recognize the respect it garners- sometimes they may react out of jealousy but they're often quite welcoming.

[He shrugs though, he hadn't been born out of pure magic so he wouldn't quite know. The instances still proved to be quite rare.]

Just fast? I'd say its a bit more than simply fast but okay. [Because it made it sound like Peter was just saying he was good at sports, really.] Just last week a younger cousin of mine froze the entire floor of the kitchen on account of the fact she wanted ice cream... So many small disasters can occur thanks to the whim of an untrained mind laced with magic.

And don't your kids ever interact with other kids? You know, non-magic folks.

Okay. How about faster than anyone I've ever seen? Probably faster than anyone on this ship? [And here he hadn't been about to brag.] Last week like, here? You have family here?

[If so, Peter really doesn't feel that surprised. He'd gotten Wanda, after all.]

Disasters can occur to mutants when they don't know what they're doing either. I mean, I'm assuming. Can't tell you how many times I ran into walls or ran into someone when I was younger. I get it. Kind of cooler though, having all those different powers at the ready. And probably a lot scarier for the adults then just seeing your kid trip into the side of the house.

They do, eventually... We tend to educate them at home for the first few years before allowing them to go to integrated schooling. [It wasn't always nice but it was the way things were. Plus the human children needed to learn about the SRM before a lot of parents were happy with them integrating.]

[He shakes his head sadly.] I should probably have made that much clear- occasionally I still see my home, through visions. [He gestures to the signet ring on his left hand.] This keeps me linked to my family. It isn't always exact, just glimpses of things that could be happening now, or in the future, or even in the past. I'm not sure how time works while I'm here.

[Eric does seem quite interested now though.] And are all mutants fast like you?

Integrated. [He doesn't like the sound of the word. It brings up the idea of there being a division. Different treatment, separation.] I don't know, man. Far be it from me to tell you how to do your own culture, but it just. I don't know. Sounds like something I can't wrap my head around.

So. Psychic. [That's territory he understands. Sort of.] Lucky though. You can still see the important people. If you could communicate, you'd have the best set up here.

Nope. Well, don't think so. I haven't met all that many. But no one I've seen yet is like me. It seems like they all get different abilities.

Most people can't... we haven't actually had the choice until now. [He seems a little guarded at turning the conversation in this direction.] After all, it can be difficult making amends with a group that hunted your kind for over five-hundred years. It doesn't exactly engender trust.

[Eric shrugs.] Its quite the problem, yes... back home communication wouldn't have been difficult, not at all... but here, somehow, I can't make the connection.

[Eric seems quite interested by this, at least.] Ah, so the mutation isn't one specific thing? It opens the door for powers but doesn't make all of them the same?

I don't think separation helps that. [He grumbles under his breath.] But, like I said, whatever. Not my place.

Think that the Ingress is stopping it? Or maybe the people here are doing something to you?

Something like that. [He looks sheepish.] I don't really get it, honestly. It's not like people talk about it openly or go showing off research. I just now with the few others I've met, no one's like me. And they're nothing like each other. Some are way more useful and more powerful. Some look like they suck.

[Eric shrugs.] I suppose we'll never know... [Which was the best way of running away from that particular difficulty, ne c'est pas?]

I'm not sure. It could be that I'm in an entirely different plane of existence from my own.

[He actually seems super interested in the whole mutant thing now that they'd moved past the part where it might look like an insult.] That is very interesting indeed. That each mutant is decidedly different. [Except his expression changes slightly, more inquisitive.] And its not being spoken of openly? Is it some form of secret?

[He lets that thread of conversation drop.]

Like we're in another universe. Makes sense. We seem to have a lot of those.

Mmm. Yeah. You don't really want to tell it to a world that will hate you for it. People are scared of us. To them, we're freaks. Humanity doesn't have the best track record of dealing with things maturely when scared. So people keep it quiet, wait until there's more of us, I guess. Enough to start changing things.

[He nods.] Apparently so. I didn't believe that the planes were quite as expensive as this before I arrived aboard this ship but I've been proven wrong time and time again.

[He nods then, realizing exactly what kind of situation Peter must have come from.] Of course, I understand. It wasn't always that witches such as myself could be so open, either. The time always comes, eventually, where the oppressed garner the ability to change their circumstances.

[He snorts.] If only the price of air travel was the only difference. We'd all have a lot less explaining to do.

I'd imagine. I mean, I don't know anything about magic being around but we'be all heard of Salem back home. [Though, in his context, he thought they were likely mutants and people just got the wrong idea of their powers.] I think we'd have to have a lot more than we do now to change anything at home. Maybe the next generation will get it figured out.

[Eric chuckles along with Peter.] Now that would be decidedly simpler. The fact that many of those who I've talked to so far have been from planes with entirely different core elements though, that one has been hard to get my head around.

[Eric can't help it, he lets out a groan at the mention of Salem.] Oh, Salem... gods. [A heavy sigh.] The biggest disaster and most horrific publicity stunt the world has ever seen. [And of course it happened in the states. He treads away from that matter though, thinking instead of Peter's situation.] Perhaps... or the generation after them. After all it took us over a thousand years to figure things out.

Like what? I mean, if the people won't mind you talking about it.

[Peter shrugs.] I think that depends on your respective. I know some older people who'd say the same about the second world war. And some upset mothers who'll say the same about Vietnam. Generational thing, I think.

[Every new disaster was always the worst, too fresh in the mind for people to look past.] Yeah. I don't think I can wait a thousand years. All that makes me think is to never have kids. They don't need to go through all that waiting too.

Well for example its been incredibly difficult knowing that other worlds haven't had to deal with things like witches, werewolves, any element of the supernatural world that isn't fictitious. And I imagine they won't mind me saying, after all discussing how different worlds can be is one of the most important parts of the integration experience here.

[And he's shrugging.] Believe me, Salem wasn't on those levels for real witches, it had nothing to see with regards to the five century hunt itself. [Because a lot of what happened in Salem had nothing to do with real witches. It had to do with rumours and human nature.]

[He smiles but its a sad one.] Of course, that's the hardest part... waiting.

Yeah, but you never know when somebody is going to want to keep their home life under wraps. This whole place doesn't foster a lot of trust for some, you know? [He would have had a much harder time deciding to trust anyone if one of the first people he ran into hadn't been Wanda.] I can't say I'm surprised though. I haven't met anyone who's used to hearing about mutants either. At least not in a good context. [Billy doesn't count, since he's trying not to mention his family to anyone after the trouble that got him in.] We all seem to be something far-fetched to everyone else around here.

So no actual witches got caught? All just people they thought were witches?

[He plucks at his jeans, shaking his head.] Not something I'm very good at.

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I learned a long time ago that being open and upfront is usually the easier route through these things. It means you can categorize those you come against quite neatly. [And he contemplates it for a moment.] There are, of course, those who might be safer keeping quiet- but not everyone has that luxury. [He's thinking of Tyler now, announcing who he was over the network over fear of how lunar cycles may affect him while he's on the ship.] And yes, all worlds tend to have their eccentricities, it seems.

[And he's shaking his head slightly.] Not exactly, no. Hedge witches, maybe. By the time Salem came along my kind had already been hiding for hundreds of years- if a witch doesn't want to be caught, they don't tend to be.

[He can't help but chuckle ever so slightly now though.] Ah, of course. For a young man as quick as you waiting must seem absolutely endless.

What do you mean "luxury"? [He could imagine that people like the man who'd blown up the last planet had be outed. But no one was talking about who that was now.] Makes you wonder if anyone here is really from someplace normal or if this place just likes bringing with, as you said, eccentricities.

Hedge witch? Kind of makes it worse though, right? Just people killed for no real reason.

You have no idea. [The idea of waiting was something like a personal hell for him.]

Luxury? Its quite luxurious, no? Being able to keep your most intimate details secret. You and I, for example, are rather lucky. You could put us in a line up and no-one would immediately assume something was different about us. [He cards a hand through his hair.] I assume there are at least some truly normal people.

[He shakes his head.] They weren't killed for no reason not really, they were killed thanks to human nature. Human nature coupled with centuries old biases, judgements, hatred and anger.

[He has to smile at that though.] I believe I might have some degree of one.

Other than the hair. [He snorts, but he knows that people just assume he's dyed it. Another teenage punk following bizarre fashion trends.] I guess I get it. Some back home, you hear about having physical mutations. The kind of stuff that's a lot more noticeable then being gray at six. Never seen any but, that's what you mean?

[He quiets a moment.] But all humans aren't like that. You don't think that, right? Because I don't think that's human nature. Just how people are.

I have a hard time believing anyone without these kind of speed powers know what it's like. No offense dude, but I really don't think you do. [So much of it is a teenage thing. A firm belief that no one could possible understand his own unique circumstance. And some comes from repeated attempts to explain to his sisters, his mother and their inability to really grasp it.]

[Eric nods at that, actually.] I hadn't realized the hair was a side effect of your mutation, as it were, I'd assumed rather that it was a stylistic choice... [Even witches knew about doing weird things in the name of cosmetic value.]

[Eric bites his lip for just a second before continuing.] I suppose I'm not the best to ask, I've witnessed... many things wrought by humanity. Things that change a man's perception of the world.

[And he chuckles then, because that was such an aptly teenage response.] Everyone has their own version of these things. For example from the moment I hit puberty I was forced to witness visions of the full history of my bloodline through dreams... you might say I spent what felt like thousands of years sleeping.

No, man. As cool as it looks, there's no six year old out there that wants gray hair as a style. [He could have dyed it to fit in, if he'd really wanted. But the older he got the more he hadn't seen a point in changing. He already had to 'hide' what his was, he didn't want to hide everything.]

So we'll just not go there. Because I don't really feel like getting into an argument with you over it.

Yeah? I know some kids who would like to spend that long sleeping. But I guess that sounds like it could suck.

Six years old? That must have been quite disturbing. [Because wow he was thirty-seven and even he didn't want gray hair any time soon, never mind having already lived with it for a couple of decades.]

It would probably be better then, yes. [Because Eric didn't exactly need to broadcast his feelings on humanity, either. Not in a ship as varied as this one.]

Could suck would be quite an apt response to it, if a little on the subtle side.

Oh, no. That's not when it went gray, I'm just saying. You know, it's when school starts and you realize it's not normal. I'm been like this since birth. [He gives a small laugh.] Probably more disturbing for Mom at the time, you know?

Noted. [He wouldn't be able to listen without getting angry. His mother, sisters, they were human. He couldn't hate humanity when humanity had made him what he was.]

I'm not the one who's good with words, dude. If you want a good speaker, call my sister in. I'll just say it sucks.

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