thisavrou_log | ( 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 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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

If I tear someone to shreds. Which hasn't happened in the 17 years I've been a werewolf, nor has it happened to anyone I know; and thrust me, I know a lot of werewolves. [He realizes Ade can very well just not believe him, but really, how can he not even mention something like that.] Besides, from what I've seen since I got here, if the captains locked up anyone that could possibly be dangerous, a decent chunk of the crew would be there. Not very practical to just do it from the get go.

[He's just going to continue to look at Tyler as if he was waiting for the other man to grow fur and claws while taking a heavy gulp of his drink. Despite the fact that it was breakfast there was quite clearly something alcoholic about it.] Point mate, point. Guess I forgot that space-kidnapping means we've got every psycho and horror movie villain under the sun. Makes a normal bloke sweat.

[Booze for breakfast, huh? Well, he can't blame Ade, not really.] I wouldn't go that far, but I'll take your word that my point's made.

[He didn't even expect Tyler to notice the alcohol, he just keeps drinking.] Yeah yeah, whatever, you've made your point. An' I'll run with it too 'til we've got ourselves a bloody full moon and you try to eat someone.

[A shrug at that.] Meh, I don't think I'd ever want to eat a human. Pretty sure humans aren't kosher, for one.

I don't even know what the fuck that means mate but I'm glad you don't wanna eat any humans.

No? [Well, he's not the first.] Well, long story short, even if I wanted to look past the whole murder thing, eating humans would still be against my religion. That's what I mean.

[He just lets out the biggest sigh known to man.] Oh great... so our personal safety is relying on you being a bloody religious man. I'd have preferred things if you just 'fessed up and told me you were a serial killer.

[And at that... He really can't help but let out a laugh, because wow! Calling him religious was a bit of an exaggeration.] Oh man, I wish my grandma could hear you, just so I could see her face. I'm really not that religious, dude.

[after a moment he collects himself.] And that's not what I meant. Your safety's relying me not wanting to kill anyone for any reason. I was just saying, even if I did want to hurt anyone, none of you would be on the menu for different reasons.

Oh right then... So what is your idea of a good meal? Is it just that were all too old or something and you prefer your food to come in smaller packages? [He was absolutely convinced of the fact that Tyler was into eating people despite what the other man might say.]

[Yes, he's really starting to see that. He's fairly sure Ade won't believe what he's about to say, but hey, Ade did ask.]

Personally, I'm always a sucker for fried chicken. Great thing about living in Texas, it's really easy to find great places that serve it. Also, machchli amritsari. That's fried fish wrapped in a spicy batter; tastes awesome if you drizzle it with lemon juice. But if I'm looking for something lighter, Israeli salad more than does the trick. [A beat before he adds...] And while they're technically a condiment, pickled lemons are the shit. I can eat them on their own like they're candy.

[Adrian blinks a few times staring at Tyler, he didn't want his confusion to be that obvious but listening to someone describe food in depth or even talk about their favourite things was always going to freak him out. He didn't understand and confusion was one of the emotions he couldn't help but wear openly.]

Yeah mate, I get you... [Except he runs a hand through his hair and takes another drink of his breakfast liquor.]

[And to Tyler's credit, he does a remarkable job keeping his expression the same, without really betraying how much he catches Ade's confusion.

Mostly because it kind of confuses him too, like how was what he said confusing? What happened to you, Ade, who hurt you?]

Well, me rambling about food aside, point is, nobody here is on my menu. Just what's in the kitchen.

[He just narrows his eyes while shrugging.]

Right, whatever mate... as long as we're clear I'm not food mate. You come anywhere near me looking hungry and you'll be getting my fist at best.

[He throws his hands up, part in mock surrender, part to show that yes, he does understand.] Chrystal clear, don't worry. Not here to get punched or worse.

What makes you think I might do worse than punching? I mean you're the werewolf? Worse than punching sounds a bit bloody hard.

Hey, you're the one that mentioned stabbing with something silver, last time we spoke.

Aw right, yeah... kinda forgot 'bout that one mate. Idle threats and all that.

[He chuckles at that. Of course.] Well, if the goal was to put me on my toes, it did that well enough. I mean, I'm not raring to go do anything that'd get me killed by a mob, but you know...

Wasn't exactly tryin'a put you on your toes mate. Suppose it was maybe coming from a place of confusion and what the fuck but its alright. [No he was pretending, he still thought you were a monster and would probably crush your skull in a heartbeat.]

Well, it still worked so... Woo. I'd pop a confetti canon, but we don't have any.

Calm down there sunshine. [Because seriously, confetti canons? Ade wasn't too amused by this.]

[Neither's he, really, but hey!]

Oh, I'm calm. No reason not to be.

Alright then. Suppose we'll leave it at that. [Even if he makes no physical movement to leave, instead he deadeye stares at Tyler while drinking his breakfast liquor.]

[He stares back, barely blinking, for a while, until he lifts his hands and grabs his tray.] Alright, I get the hint. [And he's out of the table to find somewhere else to sit.]

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