( december intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: Throughout the Moira
What: Repercussions of Caducus Primary + New Arrivals + The Unknown
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning

SHIP LIFE

"In nature, there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences."

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and various machines line the walls on either side, though they are not accessible from where you stand. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and sign a contract that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

MERO DECK ● NOMO DECK ● MORO DECK

☄ Due to the circumstances of Caducus Primary, the captains appear abnormally absent. Unlike before, they will not be seen or heard from after processing the newest members of the crew. They can still be contacted via their MID devices for emergencies only, but otherwise, they have retreated to their rooms and clearly do not want disturbed. They are displeased with the events and will be less accommodating in regards to resources and rank privileges. In fact, they may feel less like a privilege and more like a punishment.





☄DRUM THRUM THUD

Reverberations of what has happened to Caducus Primary are still being felt despite having left the chaos behind. After the initial influx of new crew, there seems to be the occasional flicker of the power all throughout the Moira—like a pulse, a breath. Do the shadows move, or is it just a trick of the light? Several hours pass, and a message flashes across all MIDs. It is labeled urgent and comes directly from Thán; however, any responses will be automatically rejected.

Our ship has sustained minor outer damage, and the systems are fluctuating as they reboot themselves individually. Take care of darker areas, and travel with other crew if you need to leave your room.

Crew safety is severely stressed this month, especially after what's occurred, and anyone in need of medical attention is to report to the Medbay posthaste. Yet, the crew may soon realize it's not only the power that appears to be having issues as the days progress in their travels.

☄IN THE FRIDGE

From the 3rd on, things start to grow a bit chilly. With current power issues, a problem that even those in areas responsible for its function cannot seem to solve, there has been a steady decline of less vital life support systems. It soon grows cold enough that sections of the ship that house any sort of water systems may find them slowly freezing over, and even showers don't seem as warm as they should be. ( Those in Mero Deck may find their communal bathroom a rink. ) In the mess hall, late in the evening after all shifts are finished, several pipes rupture and create particles of ice (snow) and a solid slippery sheet across the entirety of the floor. Melting it may be a temporary solution, but as there is no way to keep the water in its liquid form, it might be inadvisable to try more than once.

Other areas of the ship are also open to exploration, though they may be affected by the power and temperature changes as well. Please advise the captains' warning.

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Comments

[hatesimprovising]

[ Wash purses his lips at that, taking the comment a little...more harshly than it's intended. ]

No, no, it's not like that-- I just mean, you should see these guys, they're crazy good, and only getting better. And now most of them have AIs helping them, which makes it even more unlikely that I'll ever be able to touch their level of greatness.

[ Especially since his own AI implantation failed. Mentioning the AIs was a bad idea, actually, because it makes him think about that, makes his mind go there, and brings up memories from that day. From when Epsilon--...

No. No, he won't let himself go there. Wash gets a slightly pained expression on his face and shakes his head a little in an attempt to clear it. It works, to an extent, and to improve it, he points his focus back on Snake and their conversation. He's Wash, he's on the Moira, and he's totally, completely fine. ]

I couldn't say. I don't know anything about inter-dimensional kidnapping, or whatever you'd call this. [ He shrugs a little, offering a slight smile. ] But in my opinion? I think it'd take more power or whatever to take people from different places, if we're talking different universes here. At least along the timeline would still just be one universe.

[soldiergenes]

[ While Wash speaks of these AIs as if they're a huge asset, the mention of them only causes Snake's back to straighten with suspicion. It's not like any of Wash's teammates are here, so there's nothing to be immediately concerned about, but Snake definitely doesn't see artificial intelligence as the next step in warfare. ]

Expecting a machine to do all the work for you... [ Snake scoffs and shakes his head. ] You're probably better off without that. Relying on your own instincts as a soldier, that's what'll keep you alive.

[ Snake doesn't miss that moment when Wash looks like he's just mentally stumbled on something he really would have rather avoided. They all have times like that, so Snake doesn't think too much of it, but it's something to file away for later.

When Wash gives his own theory, Snake only shrugs, not willing to argue the point when both of them are just speculating. ] Maybe we'd be able to get some real answers if the people running this ship would give us the time of day. [ But that doesn't look like it's going to happen any time soon. ]

[hatesimprovising]

It's not all the work. [ Wash is quick to counter that, because while he currently has his own issues with AIs, it doesn't stop him from thinking they're a good idea. ] They just help. Make you more efficient. Improve your reflexes and your aim and all that. I'm not arguing that a soldier's instincts aren't important, but having some help from something that can think quicker than you? I think it's useful.

[ Not that he has a personal interest in trying again. Not after the attempt they made. But he still doesn't want to think about that. He's just arguing for the sake of the program he's in, the one that he believes in--or believed in. He's...a little unsure about it now, but again, not the point.

Shrugging, he moves back on to the other topic of conversation and nods his agreement. ]

Yeah, maybe. They're awfully secretive and...kept to themselves for captains, don't you think? They should be out here with us, not hiding away.

[soldiergenes]

[ Despite Wash's argument for the benefits of an AI system, Snake isn't convinced, and he isn't one to hide how he really feels when it comes to something like this. He shakes his head vehemently. ] And what happens when that AI fails? When something in your armor gets damaged? You need to be able to function without that crutch to fall back on. Manufacturing a soldier's skills is a quick way to get you killed.

[ Harsh as Snake's being, he actually has good intentions in what he's doing, and after a pause he tries to make that a little clearer. ] My point is, you're better off without it, kid. [ So Wash doesn't need to feel inadequate because he doesn't have the same kind of tech.

As for the captains, Snake doesn't have much faith in them improving any time soon. He leans back on the bed and then folds his arms behind his head, kicking his feet up. ] Guess we'll just have to figure things out for ourselves. [ While Snake has gone out of his way to avoid being in this kind of situation (thrown into something with no proper briefing or guidance), at least he's got experience with it. ]

[hatesimprovising]

Well, that's why we didn't get the AIs first. We start out as soldiers, and they train us to be even better than the average soldier. Then they give us the AI, and only to the top agents, so there are skills there even if something goes wrong.

[ Wash's voice is merely matter-of-fact, not offended or angry in any way--he kind of just feels like Snake doesn't fully understand the system, or something. However, at the point that the other says he's probably better off without it, Wash pauses and glances down at his knees.

With the way things had gone for him? Snake is probably right. Except he's still left with the side-effects of that defective AI, even if he doesn't want to admit to it... ]

...But yeah. Maybe you're right.

[ Back on the topic of the captains though, Wash winces at those words when they leave Snake's mouth. Figure things out for themselves. That's essentially improvising, which he really doesn't like doing. He much prefers having an idea of what's going on, getting that briefing and intel, to being without it and having to deal. ]

Unfortunately, yeah. Kinda seems that way.

[soldiergenes]

[ Snake can admit that sounds like a better system than training soldiers from the ground up with VR, but he's never going to be a complete convert. Wash can remain a supporter if he wants, but it's a moot point here anyway.

He doesn't seem that thrilled with the way that they've been left in the lurch like this, and who would? Snake lets out a sigh. Sometimes he wishes he didn't see himself in every young, well-trained soldier without a clue. ]

I've been through a lot of scrapes -- not quite on this scale, but I don't have any intention of dying out here.

[ He doesn't quite say it, but the implication is there: we'll be fine. Whether or not it's true, it seems to be what Wash needs to hear right now. ]