( 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

YAY 83 Bel seems so cool~~

[tearmeanewone]

Elizabeth winced when she realized she'd caught the sleeve of this--...

Man's? Woman's... uniform? She couldn't tell and for a moment, she was embarrassed. That passed quickly because wow, they were handsome. Everybody is hot in space.

"Uh..." Name. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth DeWitt." Most of the liquid had already been absorbed by the cast before Elizabeth could blot at it with her other sleeve. "Yes, I'm fine, I've handled warmer before believe it or-- Oh, you mean..." The cast. "I broke it during the evacuation," she offered as an explanation with a small smile.

Aww, thank you!~~

[hellsbel]

Betan to the bone, Bel had no worries about the close contact, smiling at her with one hand still under her elbow to steady her. One of the civilians, from the posture and gentle reaction; her momentary bemusement did not go unnoticed, but her immediate condition was the important thing.

"I'm Bel Thorne. Captain of a fighting ship, back home." Civilian or not, everyone was crew here, but she seemed to have the same rank as Bel. "Did you just arrive too?"

The smile slipped unhappily at her mention of the disaster. "I've been hearing about that. Here, let me carry that for you; shouldn't let it get cold before you get to where you were going." Her movements seemed stiff -- more injuries than she'd let on? Or just the exhaustion of the recent trauma?

Bel's movements wouldn't really help with her bewildered assessment, the lanky form and sharp features offset by the uniform jacket, too tight around the bust. Away from Beta, it was easy to slide into more masculine mannerisms during a crisis; too many galactics weren't used to respecting anything else.


[[omg, so did I XD;;; Sorry for the switch! I keep going to past-tense because the characters are written past-tense in canon, probably. #bookcanonproblems XDDD]]

[tearmeanewone]

"No-- no I've been here a couple of months," Elizabeth said, noticing that there was still a hand under her elbow. Bel must have just arrived though, Elizabeth hadn't seen them before now-- and with a crew as small as the Moira, she was vaguely familiar with just about everyone.

Glad for the help, Elizabeth smiled and let Bel take the cup from her. "Pleasure to meet you, Captain Thorne." With few mannerisms to examine, Elizabeth's continued assessment of Bel came up with nothing. Well, there was Starflight, Ratchet, Doctor Yewll, and Clark on board already-- it wasn't so outlandish to think that there were people out there who didn't display as strictly male or female. She figured if Bel said something, she'd just go with that. For now though, it wasn't important.

"Thank you, it's been hard keeping warm and only using one arm," she says with a small sigh. "I was just heading back to the library, if it's not out of your way?"

[hellsbel]

"Ah, my pardon. The ranks here are still confusing me, honestly." Elizabeth had a lovely smile and a sweet voice -- though clearly suffering from the cold -- and Bel offered a smile in return, turning to match her step. It hadn't escaped Bel that her movements were more ginger than the cold might warrant; was there more than the broken arm? What had she been doing with herself?

"The pleasure's all mine. Oh, you're the librarian?" An eager spark lit the brown eyes. "There are some books in my quarters -- all antique page-turners. Not a disc or vid in the lot. Is that the norm around here?"

[tearmeanewone]

'Antique page-turners'. Elizabeth has to laugh at that description, mostly because it feels like Bel is talking about her. She'd gotten the same surprise from Ratchet, Peridot, and Miles in regards to the nature of the library.

"I'm assuming by 'vid' you're referring to film?" Elizabeth asks, leading the way to the library with Bel in tow. "Yes, paper is 'the norm'," she confirms with a grin. "I'm starting to realize it's not everyone's 'norm' though."