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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"Oh! Okay." Yeah, that's definitely better.

...wait. "What's a mushi?"

"It's... kind of like a bug. Or at least some of them are. They're made of life."

Just in case that part wasn't clear enough already.

"So they're...made'a magic? Like monsters are?"

Frisk isn't sure how else you can be made of soulstuff, honestly.

"Not really." It's been made very clear to him before that mushi are not, by any means, magic. Of course, nobody seems able (or at least not willing) to really explain how they do what they do. But it's not magic.

"They're just mushi." As if that makes perfect sense.

Frisk makes a sort of soft hum, staring at the ceiling as they think that over.

Or at least try to. That ice cream really did a number on them.

"...I don't get it."

"...Oh. Okay."

Apparently he can't be bothered to keep trying to explain right now.

After a long few seconds, he tilts his head to face them, brow furrowing thoughtfully. "...I dunno if you're a boy or a girl."

"Huh?"

Oh, this junk again. Been a while since this happened.

"Nah, I'm a kid."

It takes him a few seconds to process that.

"So'm I. But I'm also a boy."

He's not quite getting it.

If Frisk wasn't so relaxed they might huff a bit with annoyance, but as it is they just shrug.

"An' I'm not neither of 'em. I'm just a 'them'."

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"...Huh. Okay."

He still doesn't quite get it, but he guesses he sort of does.

Frisk nods with a little smile. "You never heard 'a that before?"

"No? I don't think so." He frowns slightly, trying to think it over. "I think everyone I've met was one or the other."

"That's 'cuz people never ask. They just look an' decide that someone is one or th' other." Frisk doesn't sound judgemental, despite the phrasing. "I do it sometimes too, but I try to be nice an' wait to see what they say they are."

"Yeah. I guess that'd make it harder."

And, despite their tone, he adds, "Sorry."

Frisk laughs a little and shakes their head. "Naw, 's okay. You didn't know."

"...I guess. Thanks."

He goes quiet again, staring up at the ceiling.

Frisk hums and looks back up at the ceiling as well.

"...I like you a lot. You're really nice. An' cute."

Ginko's brow furrows, his expression more confused than anything.

"No, I'm not."

Where would you get EITHER of those things, he doesn't get it.

"Yeah, you are."

UM, DUH. They said so, so it's true. Obviously.

He frowns.

"No; I just mess everything up. 'N I look really strange."

"You didn't mess up nothing here. An' just 'cuz you look different doesn't mean you're weird."

"I probably will. Just wait." Even with the effects of the ice cream, his hearts gives a couple anxious thumps. "And it does."

It means he's an easy target, anyway.

"Nuh-uh. You're doing good, you won't mess up. An' even if you do, you can fix it up and try again."

Frisk really, really wants to reach over for Ginko's hand again, but for his sake they hold back.

"You're not weird! You're cute an' really pretty."

A long few seconds pass before Ginko responds, his voice even softer than it had been. "...I don't know how."

Fixing his mistakes. Trying again. The closest he's ever gotten to the former... the only reason he's still alive is because it was the Natural Order that actually finished the job.

As for the latter, it's not like he's ever really gotten a chance, and try as he might some part of him is sure that it won't be any different here. It's only a matter of time before everyone realizes he's not worth keeping around and he's discarded again.

And he still doesn't know where they're getting that last part.

They're getting it because you are pretty, gosh, Ginko, come on. Get with the program!

But Frisk frowns while their slowed-down brain tries to process an answer to that. How do you explain how to fix something that you messed up on? Until recently Frisk was never really given much of a chance to try in any meaningful way, and the method they used then isn't...exactly one Ginko can do. Even without whatever is stifling the timeline, they're pretty sure Ginko is green, not red.

"Um...well. If something happens, call me. Okay? I'll help you, no matter what. Pinky promise." They hold up one hand with the pinky out, smiling kindly at him.

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