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communicate & protect
"The best way to protect something is to set it free."
Since the Moira has arrived on Ceta, things have been (mostly) quiet considering their usual stay on planets before it. The only cruelty about this one is the fact they hunt for both sport and gain, and the creatures of Ceta do not have a voice—or intelligence to defend themselves. However, as the crew of the ship will come to learn, this is an elaborate lie. With the previous problem of the MID malfunctioning, and causing a bit of a miscommunication fiasco, finally solved, it is apparent that whatever had been wrong with this technology had slowly begun to affect the crew prior to exploring Ceta. Only in subtle, unnoticed ways.
With everything beginning to run a little more smoothly, a shift in the air overtakes both the Moira and Ceta in the days following. ☄ A LESSON IN MID COMMUNICATION ( 03.17 - 03.22 )As the translator technology has recently been fixed, the crew will notice that their MID devices now come with an extra feature: a brief explanation of the extra capabilities of the translation technology. Each MID records all language that is spoken near it, stores information on phonetics and linguistics in order to keep each language as current as possible. In the event that an unknown language is encountered, all known languages are applied until the meanings of each sound or word are decoded. In some instances, it’s a long process, and in others, it spans the time of a few weeks.
There is a small addendum that states that no conversations are recorded and stored in their entirety in order to protect privacy.
Crew may ask themselves why this is there, but all they have to do is get close enough to one of the flying, whale-like creatures to find out. Communication is still not quite perfect, and this is where the translator technology needs the crew’s help. The more two beings interact using speech, the further the database will expand. Attempting communication might be futile at first, but eventually, the low peaceful songs filling the misty air of Ceta are broken with words: a cry for help When the creatures have come close to the temporaries before, it was not out of curiosity; it was an attempt to destroy them and save themselves. But remember, even if you want to help, these creatures are skittish around sudden light and it takes time for them to trust, time the Moira might not have. ☄ TRADE FOR RESOLUTION ( 03.22 - 03.25 )It’s common knowledge that this universe runs on a system of trade for either goods or services. If you can provide either of those to another, then you can have anything you want. This includes protection. The closest neighboring planet, like so many others, has a variety of groups that can be hired out to perform a number of duties. In an effort to offer the crew peaceful resolution for something that they’ve learned is discomfiting to many Moirans, the hunting and killing of innocent creatures on Ceta, the captains suggest something a little different this time.
Contact and an initial payment has been made to a team of soldiers to travel to Ceta to meet with the crew. Essentially, if enough valuable resources are offered to this group, they will do whatever is necessary to rid Ceta of the hunters and declare that Ceta is a protected planet. This means that they will protect these giant creatures from future harm as long as a yearly sum is delivered to them. The captains agree to continue payment as long as the rest of the crew can gather enough for the first year. ☄ FEEDING FRENZY ( 03.25 - 03.31 )With everything finally coming to a peaceful close, the Moira and the crew’s routine begin to return to normal. The process for leaving Ceta is spread ship-wide. However, as they leave Ceta’s atmosphere and enter space once more, some odd things appear to have flooded the ship. An infestation of scraplets have led to minor complications that soon start to escalate. Feeding exclusively on metal, they make a mangled mess of the ship's systems, causing them to glitch and stop working altogether as they chew their way through its internal workings. You may notice your door will no longer open or close, or maybe the temperature has gotten unusually warm. Is that a leak? How did that get there? Maybe you happen to be made of metal yourself, or have metallic prosthetics - "living" metal is actually preferred over the walls of the ship.
The infestation will start to threaten critical systems if left unchecked and will need to be taken care of as quickly as possible. It is the crew’s responsibility to band together and figure out a way to stop these scraplets from devouring the entirety of the ship and leaving them stranded or worse.
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thisavrou_log2016-03-17 09:28 pm
Rosethorn | Open!
Rosethorn draws up short when she walks into the garden on the 19th. She hears the humming before she even gets the chance to go close enough to investigate all of the hives. Bees. She wanted some, had talked with Crona about how her recipes would need to be altered if she had no source for beeswax.
She's delighted, absolutely beaming. It takes some time before she even stops to muse aloud, "I'll need beekeeper's clothes. And some way to keep these away from all the toxic plants." Somehow, she doesn't sound the least off-put by the prospect of figuring that out. She has bees!
And new plants as well. The mushrooms make sounds in a way no plant or fungus she's ever encountered has, and she's fairly certain the unfamiliar flowering shrub is one of those toxic plants she ought to keep her new bees away from if the ship wants usable honey. There's also another fungus, very uniquely shaped. She studies them intently, completely engrossed in what she's doing.
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[Communication / Trade]
Eventually, though, she does have to leave the gardens. As soon as she does, the reality of what's going on on Ceta comes crashing in. Rosethorn is absolutely outraged. Her vows say she can't turn away anyone who asks for help, and she can't say she wants to.
She arms herself with vine seeds, mildly concerned that she won't be able to get them to grow in the planet's atmosphere. On second thought, she adds strong sleeping powders and, reluctantly, a poison or two to her arsenal. Other Moirans can catch her on the ship preparing, or down on the planet trying to get close to the whales. If she comes across any hunters, they're in for an unconventional fight.
Rosethorn will also be willing to trade what she can. Among other things, she can rapid-grow plants to harvest seed crops. She might not have much of monetary value, but food is something she's very good at producing. She'll lay aside all of her usual scruples about what's best for the plants, just for a little while, for a cause this important.
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[Feeding Frenzy]
Rosethorn has very little of interest to the scraplets. Her belt knives, which she'll give up willingly enough... and Calendula, which she absolutely will not. The spherical robot has a name, a personality, even if it isn't quite a person. It carries an oxygen reserve for when her lungs give out. It's been helping her a lot all month, and she'd be to blame if she didn't return the favor.
"Oh no, you don't! Calendula is not food," she scolds, pouring magic into growing vines and trying to cocoon the little thing. Who knows if they'll hold, or if the scraplet will be alone for long?
gardens - lmk if this is OK?
"Clark? You around?" Silence answers. Miles huffs, and bends to inspect the kitten tree. "Guess not..."
...I thought I'd tagged this days ago.
She leans over, confirming her statement with the evidence of her eyes. No, no buds. Rosethorn supposes she'll find out eventually what it looks like when a kitten tree starts to bud. She isn't certain she wants to.
Only a little gruffly, she introduces herself. "I'm Rosethorn, another of the gardeners. Did you need anything?" The question is asked as much out of a desire to keep people from mucking around in the garden on their own as to be helpful, because old habits die hard and she misses having a garden to herself.
NO WORRIES FRIEND
"Prolific little thing, isn't it? I wasn't expecting anything to come of those little kitty buds to begin with. I must say I rather prefer this over the alternative." Miles sketches her an exaggerated bow with a little flourish, although the effect is ruined by the slight sway and momentary need to catch his balance. "A pleasure to meet you, Rosethorn. I'm Miles. You wouldn't happen to know when Clark will be in, would you?"
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"And what would the alternative be?" she asks, taking note of the vague wobble in his bow as well. Jacky didn't know much about the origin of the tree, and the kittens certainly don't understand much of where they came from, besides vague impressions of the tree itself. Rosethorn has never heard a full explanation. "I don't expect he'll be long. Clark works hard."
Feeding Frenzy
He's gotten a bit of a vendetta against them, to say the least. After it's been dismembered, he has to spit part of it out to talk. "You alright?"
Kain's still on edge, shifting to glance aside at every little noise in case there's more of them.
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And when she takes a good look at Kain, she adds, "Maybe you should join me. I can do a better job with all those bandages, and I have a medicine stash tucked away." She'd guessed, from the targeting of her knives and her robot, that it was metal they were after. She studies Kain with quiet curiosity. Daja had living metal attached to her skin, but she's the only person Rosethorn's ever heard of with that particular quality.
(Apologies for the late, got a bit eaten - can always try for something newer if you want!
"Fire won't kill them, but I can slow them down with it until we get there."
It was the one benefit of the halls being made of inflammable materials, at least.
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"No fire in my garden," Rosethorn warns as she leads the way, leaving out the fact that the place technically isn't hers. She isn't even head gardener, ostensibly reporting to Clark. "If we can't keep them tied down with the plants themselves, I'll ask you to come back out into the hallway."
Kipos
Maybe that -- along with the unsettling reflective memorial and the Cetagandan kitten tree -- is what's kept them mostly away from the gardens. Today, though, cutting through on the way back to Nomo Deck, the strange sound draws the mercenary off their usual track. Strange sounds on a deep-space vessel are nothing to ignore.
The volume increases abruptly as Bel turns the corner and stops short to goggle at the new installations. Only the cheerful demeanor of their caretaker, looking right at home on the periphery of the terrifying swarm of insects, prevents Bel from turning around and running back to saner parts of the ship at top speed.
[Things Bel has never encountered before in the course of a long and varied existence: BEES. XD]
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The bees are one more familiar thing, as far as Rosethorn is concerned, another comforting piece of home in the middle of the completely foreign environment of the space ship.
She turns at the sound of footsteps, taking in what looks like at least trepidation, if not alarm. She doesn't, at least at first, make the connection of someone who's never seen bees before. Rosethorn has met plenty of people who are unreasonably nervous about getting stung. "Bees are harmless as long as you aren't foolish enough to swat at them or do anything to their hives. They only sting when threatened. And they're so good for the plants."
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There are outliers, too. One zips by barely a foot away; Bel tenses, but manages not to move, casting a perturbed, questioning look at Rosethorn's tranquility. "Aren't they poisonous?"
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She waves a hand dismissively, fighting the urge to laugh at Bel and their notions about bees. "Unless you're allergic, being stung is much worse for the bee than for you. Some pain, a welt, and a dead bee. The occasional sting is nothing to worry about, more than worthwhile considering all their uses. I've never deliberately kept them before, but wild bees were always welcome in my garden at home."
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"I have to admit, I've only seen them in holos. Not that one expects biological accuracy from Radiation Leak XIV: My God They're Everywhere, The Sequel. Does it make a difference that there are so many?"
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She frowns, absolutely no idea what Bel is talking about but assuming it's a work of fiction of some sort. "I've never seen a holo, whatever that might be. Bees are hive insects. They always live communally, with a queen and workers, so it's very common to see them in these numbers if you're near the hive."