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march event log

Who: Everyone
When: March 17th and on
Where: The Moira and Ceta; various locations
What: Communication, mercenaries, and scraplets
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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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[He shakes his head, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. He lets her have the distance, watching her from the corner of his eye. Her lack of fire is more telling than her appearance, more worrying. He's expecting, braced for a fight and the quiet clam is making his tension feel wrong.

He sighs, shrugging at both her question and the weariness settling on his shoulders.]

Maybe I'm hoping that we're friends enough that you're not going to lie to me again.

You say friends but yet you won't even look at me directly.

[She points out and tilts her head to right. It's not really an accusation as her voice is way too mellow. She watches him, observes his body language and makes a note that there's less of his usual twitching. With a sigh, she extends her arm towards him and gestures him to closer.]

Will you believe if I say that I will be okay?

[He winces at the words, however lacking the accusation is. He looks at her cautiously, slowly. He shifts closer to J at her insistence, letting their shoulder brush.]

Will you?

[This too is not an accusation. It's just worry, seeping through his voice and the way he holds himself. This is something he wants to belief.]

I told you, I'll believe you.

Then that's your answer. I'll be okay, I'm just tired at the moment.

[It's not really a lie, she is really feeling like she could fall asleep on her feet, just leaving out the details of the cause. She attempts to give him a shrug, but manages only barely to move her shoulders, her smiling wavering a little.

The Nomo deck isn't even that far but it still feels like that this elevator ride is moving slower than it normally does. Now the only thing missing is for it to start malfunction and for them to get stuck.]

What about you? You are rather quiet today.

[He looks at her a long moment, wondering how far he could press the issue. If it would be worth it. If he had the energy for it. There are many people here Peter's growing quickly fond of, a combination of his powers making it feel like he's known them far longer than the stretch of two months and the unique freedoms the ship gives. He'd be lying if he didn't put J somewhere on the list.

He feels its more that exhaustion, though he can see that in her face. He wants to ask about her state of dress, the smeared makeup. He doesn't.]

Okay. [He sighs. Peter nudges her gently, nods.] Okay.

[He turns his head again, facing the closed doors. He's not even sure where to start with himself.]

Nothing time can't fix. [It's an echo of how she'd answered him, his voice dropping to match her tone.]

[The nudges earns a small, but impish smile from her. When he turn his head away J moves a little closer, to lean on his shoulder and rest her head against him.]

But there is something. Something you can tell a friend.

[The question comes out more from the need deflect than from concern. Of course, she was curious about whatever it is that's bothering him, but more than that she hopes that they could aim the focus somewhere else than in her chaotic state. To make things even little more normal between them.

To her, Peter was a fun playmate and distraction from anything that made her feel bad. He was supposed to make her laugh, make her feel good about herself and give her those goofy grins and adoring looks. This heavy and awkward tension didn't belong to their relationship.]

[Any other time, that close, simple gesture who have had him freaking out. For now he just turns his head and smiles down into her hair.]

It's a lot of alternate universe family drama. It'll pass. I just got to suck it up and get over it.

[The laugh he gives falls a little flat, but he tries anyway. He knows it's something he has to let go, both the threat of his own mortality and the hero worship both Wanda and Billy displayed. Has to remind himself he doesn't have to live up to their idealized version of Pietro. It's just taking a while.

He puts an arm carefully around her shoulders, giving her a little hug. A bit of physical comfort, something he wonders if both of them need.]

Maybe we could both use a good night's sleep.

[She vaguely remembers seeing someone else with 'Maximoff' as a last name and for a moment she had wondered if they were related to Peter in some way but then just shrugged it off and forgotten about it. Guess she was right about it.]

Well, they do say that the family's worst.

[She jokes with a thin laughter, eyes meeting with him. The way she presents it makes it sound like she gets what he's saying, when in reality she doesn't. Not any of it. Living on Moira has introduced her to the idea of alternative universes and such but she still couldn't say that she understands it. Same with family. It feels like a forever has passed since she had one and the whole idea of it has become so distant to her that it feels just as alien to her as alternative universes.

She welcomes the attempted hug, sliding her own arm behind his back to rest on his waist.]

Maybe. [She murmurs.] Will you take me to my room?

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Not for me.

[His family might be the best part of him and he'd readily admit it. Sometimes he thinks its the only thing that's kept him tied to the world so long, the only reason he didn't run from home and just keep running.]

Just the circumstances with them are.

[He smiles at her when she looks at him. For him, he's glad that she seems to be trying to understand. That she's not prying any further. It's nice, comfortable after the last time their conversation went personal. Even if he's still worried and exhausted, he can enjoy that few moments of amiable closeness.

A testament to how tired he is may be the fact he doesn't try for a dirty smile or leading joke when she asks. He just squeezes her lightly, nodding slow.]

You need me to carry you? The second time I get to sweep you off your feet today.

Must be nice.

[She hums absent mindedly, relaxing a little against him. It'd be lying to say that she wasn't the tiniest bit disappointed that he doesn't want to tell her more about it. Then again, fair is fair, she supposes and it's not like it's any of her business any way.

But then he offers something better for her to take hold on and use. She, too, tightens her grip on his waist and spreading her fingers as she slowly moves her hand on up.]

Hah. Young and handsome heroes tends to have such effect on fair maidens.

[There's now a tiny hint of the usual flirt backing up her voice. She pauses for a beat, giving her dry lower lip a quick lick and swirling her next words on her tongue. Then, she presses her body even closer and adds:]

You do know that heroes always gets the girl, right?

[There's a small flinch when she speaks. That word again. Hero. Exactly what Wanda's brother ~~the real one, the one she misses~~ had been. Who Billy's uncle still is out there. And undoubtedly, the man filling any stories the pair had passed to River would be too.

Not Peter.

He doesn't back away, try to put any space between them. But his reaction wasn't the enthusiasm he knew she was probably expecting. He doesn't have it in him to get too excited,]

Too bad I'm no hero.

[He reaches up and tucks some hair behind her ear, smile too tight to be genuine.]

Guess I'm out of luck.

[None of his reactions goes unregistered by her. She was sure that he'd take the bait and go with the joke, saying something stupidly confident and cheesy. Now she wonders what is it about the word 'hero' that makes him so restless and uncertain.]

Let me be judge of that.

[Her tone is more mellow than before and she raises her hand to touch his, fingers clasping around his and pressing it against her cheek as she tilts her head a little to lean into the touch. Not bothered by his forced smile at all.]

Or is it not good enough?

I’m never going to say that you’re not good enough. That’s not what it is.

[ Perhaps it’s not particularly what she meant. There’s a promise there, something gentler than warranted at the moment. He’s tired, emotional but he doesn’t want her to take his moodiness the wrong way. This time his issue doesn’t lie with her.

He lets a moment pass, watching her handle him. He takes in a deep breath, feels the elevator slow beneath them and the doors start to open.]

Do you want me to carry you?

[It's not exactly what she meant, no. But maybe it could still work as comfort of sorts-- for both of them. She stays quiet for a while, moving her hand a little so that their fingers are intertwined together.

He really has no idea what it meant for her to hear him saying that, even if there wasn't genuine affection behind it. To hear that she's still wanted and desirable even in her current, wrecked state. It's not the first time she's experiencing mood whiplash like this after meeting a patron, but as strange as it sounds she's never had time to deal it. Not like this. Back at home she always had to go straight to bed and then in the morning prepare for the upcoming night's show. Feelings like these were always just shrugged off and replaced by either irritation or frustration. On Moira everything was different, in here there's nothing but time.

As the elevator stops, J lets go of his hand and wrapped both of her arms around his neck.]

Take me away, charmer.

[He smiles briefly, hands falling his her sides. Slowly one slides to cup the back of her head, the other wrapping around her waist. He pulls her in tight, securely both to keep her from whiplash and just because he wants to. He finds her ear, whispers advice.]

Close your eyes.

[He gives her a moment to do so and then he's off. In no time at all they're outside her doorway, and he puts a breath of space between them. His hand slips to her shoulder, touch light.]

Okay?

[He wonders if he should have just gone slow. Many find the speed disorienting until they're used to traveling with him.]

[Well, that sure was certainly unexpected. It all happened so fast that she could barely register before it was over. It suddenly just felt like her skin was stretched, and then she felt nauseous-- as if the insides of her stomach had been left behind when they moved and was only now catching up with them.]

Uhh-- shit. [J groans quietly, her own hands gripping on his shoulders as she breathes out heavily, trying to get over the sudden, violent motion sickness. However, despite the sick paleness on her face and the obvious discomfort in her tense body, there's no sign of disapproval or anger in her eyes when she finally looks up to him.]

Whoa. I mean, yeah. Okay. [She nods, lips curving into a wavering smile.]

So. That's what it's like.

[He ducks to look her in the face, trying to see from her eyes if he's going to need to rush her to the bathroom instead. He rubs lightly at her shoulders to try to ease out the tension, smile apologetic.]

That's what it's like. For the first time, anyway. After a while, my sisters were fine with it.

[They were the only ones to let him ever carry them more that once.]

It'll pass in a moment. Let us inside and we'll get you lying down. It'll help.

Tough gals. Next time you might want to give out a warning.

[She mocks a scolding tone. There's a clear implication that she expects there to be next time for this.

Letting go of him she takes a step back and leans her back against her door. She hadn't actually planned this any further and she didn't know whether she really wants to let him inside or not. Normally, she wouldn't mind but now she was afraid that bringing someone in with her would wake up one of her roommates. And last thing she wants is to have any of them see her in such a chaotic state.]

Do you want come in to help me undress and then tuck me in to the bed? How sweet of you.

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Will do, J.

[Next time. He doesn't mind the idea of getting to carry her around more often. Maybe the more she deal with his abilities, the less she'll think strangely of them.

He watches her back away and tries not to frown. He hadn't meant it that way, honestly. It wasn't that he didn't think that on a regular basis, he's still seventeen, but he'd only been thinking of getting her to sleep. He balks, for a moment all of his awkwardness comes rushing back.]

That's not- I mean, I wouldn't mind, but. You said you were tired. And just, you know, carrying you in.

[He pauses, gathers himself again. He steadies his tone.] Do you want me to come in?

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[Seeing his nearly panicky reaction to her tease makes her the corners of her lips to curve up into a smile, accompanied by soft and tired laughter. It's the most genuine she's had during this whole night.

The more she thinks about it the more convinced she's that no, she doesn't want let Peter in. And it'd be lie to say that it was only because of her roommates. But still, she presses her hand against the lock, which responds to her fingerprints by opening.]

It's okay. But be careful, Sans and the others are inside. [And with that she pushes the door open and steps in, expecting Peter to follow her.]

[Even as awkward as he feels, there's something still rewarding about managing to make her laugh like that. His smile reveals how pleased he is with himself, leaning against the wall as he watches her open the door.]

You live with Sans? Why would I be careful around him?

[He likes Sans, trusts him. If anything it's just reassuring to know two of his favorite people on board are living together.

He follows her into the room, taking care to be slow and quiet. He's already looking around, both to scope out whether Sans is around and to get a look at her living space. It may be the first time he's ever been in a girl's room that didn't belong to a relative.]

At least you guys don't have the weird egg beds down here.

You know how dad's get when girl brings a boy home.

[She says, keeping her voice barely louder than a whisper, and closes the door behind her. She's obviously joking with that comment, but Sans had asked her whether she was going to meet up with Peter earlier when she was getting ready for tonight. The answer she gave him wasn't exactly a nice one-- she's pretty sure that Peter wouldn't be here if he were to hear it.

Even in the dark, it can be clearly seen which side of the room belongs to J. A huge mirror set to hang on the wall right opposite to the door and next to it there's a small makeup table, full of different kinds of brushes, tiny bags, tubes and a jar filled with used cigarette butts. There's also bunch of dresses and shoe thrown around the floor and chairs-- not the tidiest room, no, but the mess was nothing compared to chaos over Sans' side. Med'an and Ryan fit somewhere between these two extremes. ]

Never had a chance to sleep in those. Maybe you'll invite me over some other time.

[He mouths 'dad' at her back, both confused and delighted in the implication. He sweeps his gaze over the things he assumes are her's, the girly items that remind him of Wanda's room at home. The clothes are nicer, a little too rich for Maximoff blood, and there's more makeup than he could ever steal for his sister's from the drug store, but there's a still a homeliness to it. Maybe it's just the mess reminding him of his own room, but he lets his nerves ease. Enough so he only catches half of what she's saying.]

I would but one of my roommates is a real dick. You don't want to deal with him.

[Kylo is a little too hostile for Peter to willingly subject J to him. He's mostly ignoring the guy but the second something was said to J he knows he'd have to step in. He's already got one fight to plan for, he can't start a beef with his roommate too.

He keeps looking around, eyeing some of Sans's mess. Suddenly, he stops and his eyes widen.]

Wait, sleep? You want to sleep there?

["Joking" she mouths right back at him. However, there's some truth to that joke as Sans has become someone that brings sense of normality to her on Moira. Normality, comfort and certain kind of feeling of safety, things that she at least imagined family and home to bring you.

She opens her mouth and is about to comment something about knowing how to deal with jerks like that but then she's stopped by his latter reaction. His voice sounds almost scandalized by the suggestion, which only makes the smile on her lips widen, starting to remind the confident and flirtatious smirk that she usually wears.]

Maybe.

[She whispers softly and slowly walks to her side of the room, steps staggering and tired. When she's next to her bed she kicks the heels off and removes her coat, letting it to fall on the chair, trusting that the darkness of the room is enough to hide all bite marks and scratches on her neck and collar bone from his eyes.]

[He rolls his eyes and mocks a silent laugh, but he can see it. Sans does have that kind of vibe and he supposes he wouldn't be far off from joking about it if he lived with him.

He flushes, looking away and back. And then smiling. That was the J he was used to, the one that teased her way under his skin. He hoped it meant she felt better than whatever was really bothering her in the elevator. He could handle being the fool in front of her if it gave that trade off.]

I might have to kick them out for a while then, if you ever really wanted to come by.

[He can totally kick the guy's ass for that. What's another fight in the long run?

He watches her start to pull away parts of her outfit and likens it to someone pulling away armor. She looks more delicate with the shed layers, though he knows she's no less sharp. He moves an arm length away, reaches out to push at a lock of her hair.]

I don't think I mentioned it but you do look nice, even though you're tired.

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