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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2015-12-01 01:11 pm

( december intro log )

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 DECKNOMO DECKMORO 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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the cold stuff

[personal profile] abide 2015-12-02 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a few days. Not many, and certainly not enough to figure anything out aside from the basics. Most of the people here were just as stuck as he was, having spoken with a few of the other crew members had made that more than clear, and the captains — Steve still couldn't get a read on them. It didn't help that they'd been MIA since he'd arrived and any sort of attempt at contact had failed. (He needed more time to figure out the tech and how to use the MID properly, which is what he'd spent half the night before trying to do.) Only part of his team was here too. Maximoff and Banner with Stark having disappeared or... well. Wanda hadn't made it clear what had actually happened, and he still hadn't seen Bruce to talk to him.

He's put it on his to-do list, separate to the one that hadn't followed him here. So, it's the first thing he has in mind when he rolls out of bed, feeling less than rested. The temperature drop is noticed immediately, grateful that he'd somehow managed to find a pair of boots that fit. It doesn't help his clothing situation much, keeping to his uniform's pants and one of the shirts they'd given him--tight but functional enough. Making his way to the mess hall is more an adventure in staring at the wide ceilings and trying to shake off the lingering disorientation from his arrival than anything else, and when Steve finds the room covered in ice, he almost turns around to leave. But he sticks it out, keeping an eye on the people going in and those sliding their way out. He's sort of established himself just near the door, shoulder against the wall and arms crossed.

He looks up at the guy asking the question and glances back inside the mess hall with the slightest shake of his head.

"There seems to be a lot going on we don't know about." Which is slowly getting under his skin, an unease he's not comfortable with. "You talk to anyone else yet?" His roommate had offered plenty of information, some he shouldn't have been surprised to hear, but not much else was making sense.
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[personal profile] soldiergenes 2015-12-02 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
It seems that this stranger has posted himself here for one reason or another. Maybe to help those who got caught in the mess hall make their way out, if they needed that. That would be the altruistic thing to do, at least. Snake would prefer that explanation to the possibility that the man is here just to get amusement from other people suffering.

Judging from that response, though, this guy is probably just as new as Snake is, which isn't necessarily a comfort. They're in the same boat, sure (or on the same ship, as the case may be), but this adds yet another person to Snake's mental tally. Just how many people are these captains going to "recruit" before they're satisfied? It's no better than a military draft, even if there hasn't been any mention of them having to fight yet.

Yet. Snake's waiting for the other shoe to drop there.

"A few people, yeah." His equally new roommate, and a man by the name of Niko who'd had a fair amount of information about their situation. Steve crosses his arms and shifts his weight, closing his eyes momentarily as he speaks. "It sounds like this isn't the first time that things have gone wrong on this ship. And the captains aren't exactly rushing forward with explanations, either." Steve's tone is laced with bitterness. He already doesn't like these captains on principle, and they've done little to sweeten the pot since he arrived.