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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-06-20 09:27 pm

( june event log )

Who: Everyone
When: June 20th and on
Where: The Moira
What: Something seems to be internally wrong with the ship! Caducus Secondary seeks retribution for its sister Caducus Primary!
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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"Follow, and the universe will open where there was once walls."

With the Collectives now behind them, the atmosphere of the Moira seems to have subsided into the general daily grind of ship living. Shifts pass, meals are served, and the occasional tiff continues to hum in the background. However, whether new or veteran, today is not like any other day the crew have seen or experienced so far. The thrum of the ship is a normal one. Those aboard feel it, know it. In fact, whether you realize it or not, the pulse of the engine, its wings, and that of the Ingress is a constant, consistent buzz in the back of your mind and under your feet. Even during planet excursions, it’s almost like a pull to draw you back to the ship and ground you to the present moment. It’s familiar.

It’s late, in the early hours of twilight, that everything begins to feel off. The Moira suddenly begins to drift, tipping gently to one side and resulting in everything on board beginning to roll and tip over. So those in their beds may abruptly find themselves thrown onto the floor. Those walking from a shift back to their rooms or elsewhere on the ship will likely be thrown against a wall. The movement is drastic, but the ship’s systems realign the Moira within several minutes of the event. Anyone near the Ingress room will hear the Captains arguing with one another, and those that go closer will see that Captain Manessah is standing in the middle of a non-functioning Ingress.

It’s off, with no swirling light, and they can’t seem to get it to come back on. It’s clear to anyone that comes by that the Captains are worried, bordering on frightened by the fact that it doesn’t seem to want to restart itself—if that was even a possibility of the Ingress at all. They begin to disagree with each other on the best way to fix it, their spoken language changing to something that the MID can’t translate. Captain Thán exits the room in a rush, not stopping to speak to anyone, and the other two continue to try and find a solution to this problem. Not long after, they send out a ship-wide message informing crew that they are relieved of their duties for the rest of the week except for basic cleaning and cooking. Any personnel with experience in technology and matters relating to the Ingress are asked to come to the Ingress room.




Turn It Off, Turn It On
Anyone who comes to the Ingress room will be asked to clean, repair, and examine the Ingress. The Captains don’t say why it’s urgent that it be fixed, but it’s obvious that they want it to be done immediately. Crew members can assist one another in taking the coolant systems apart to maintenance them or to suggest ways to fix the machine. After a few hours of steady work, that familiar thrum will be felt under everyone’s feet and the Ingress machine will power back on. However, both the Captains and the crew will notice one startlingly obvious difference: the moving blue light and energy has darkened around the edges. There appears to be a person standing just on either side but can’t come through. The shadow remains there no matter what anyone does, and the colors flicker and alter depending upon which crew member is the closest.

And like most things, they always come in pairs. Later that evening, a broadcast is received via Navigation that’s translated across the entirety of the Moira, both over an intercom and over the MID. While it is received as a text, a nondescript voice announces it promptly:
Greetings. We are sending this as a formality on behalf of our sister, Caducus Primary and its survivors. In accordance with our beliefs, the travesty that has occurred in the past must be made equal. That equality means lives given for those taken. While terms are unlikely to be made and agreed upon, they will be heard. A decision to flee will be seen as an act of guilt and cowardice. This is the only warning that will be made. You will be given time to prepare for our approach, People of the Vessel Moira.

With this message received, Navigation also informs the Captains, who then relay to the crew, that a ship bound from Caducus Secondary are within range and have made it clear they are here to settle a “debt” by attacking. Members of the crew are being divided into randomly assigned teams - which can be found temporarily listed in the MID under the directory - and encouraged to discuss plans to help prevent and preserve the lives of those aboard. Reporting these ideas will be the responsibility of elected team leaders, and a final decision will be made shortly thereafter by the Captains.
ersatzeverything: (Default)

[personal profile] ersatzeverything 2016-06-24 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
We can be conscientious objectors and make flower crowns in the garden. I'd look good with a flower crown.

Or maybe you can try to talk to them anyway. Just because you aren't officially assigned to negotiate it doesn't mean you can't have a conversation with them. Maybe it'll help. And if afterward they're still set on getting their vengeance on, at least you'll know that you, personally, tried to meet their threats of violence with peace first.
arcreact: 'eighth' doesn't even look like a real word (tinkering the eighth)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Just as well. All the jokes about my standards requiring a pulse are actually spot-on.

[ Still, Tony takes the proffered hand - with the requisite amount of trepidation one might expect, when reaching for skeletal fingers - but he does so with a renewed gleam of interest in his eye. This guy is full of shit. ]

I'll follow up your question with another question: how does conversation of mass apply between parallel universes? If you snatch all of my devilishly talented and handsome particles from thin air and don't offer anything equally attractive in exchange, haven't you just destroyed matter? My universe has been short-changed, for sure. So, if we're talking practical, I'm not even sure the garish fax machine theory should be allowed. According to the laws of the universe, anyway, and according to the fact that nobody uses fax machines anymore. And all of that assumes the laws of physics are constant between universes. You know I haven't read a single piece of published science from this world? Could be I'm talking entirely out of my ass.

[ As if that stream of rapid-fire word vomit didn't prove he is constantly talking out of his ass. ]

But anyway - [ He stoops for one of the parts he'd discarded earlier, his gaze briefly losing focus, like he's momentarily stepped into his own head. When the moment passes, he's leaning back into the machine with the component in question, and keeps talking like there'd been no interruption. ] Not the kind of stuff a janitor cares about, right? Boring.

[ Quit bullshitting him, Sans. ]
smolaf: (pic#10234950)

[personal profile] smolaf 2016-06-24 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She tilts her head to the side.]

Someone has to. And no one can blame you for taking some time to concentrate on something other than the mess that's happening here.

[As un-involved as Gaby is trying to be, she does admire Clara's commitment to the role. After another pause she speaks again.] Did you need help?
arcreact: i am begging i am PLEADING (bring her back marvel)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tony makes a really shitty attempt to stifle his own amusement, and offers absolutely nothing in the way of explanation. What an ass. ]

Very well, Doctor Adrien. [ Something in the voice's tone implies this might be very subtle, very dry cheek. ] My name is JARVIS. Might I suggest seeking proper medical attention for your injuries?

[ So the disembodied voice is watching, or at least listening, and isn't that comforting? Tony clears his throat, rolling his eyes. ]

Don't let me interrupt. Just trying to spy on a space-age communications hub, here.
arcreact: (dramatic pointing means i'm right)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ He holds up a sarcastic warning finger. ]

Please, no finger-waggling. This is a delicate operation and I've had six coffees.

[ Still, he shifts so the screens are easily visible. ]

Finding an in isn't the hard part - kind of sad, actually - but doing it without getting caught is a little more tricky. This is about stealth as much as clever cracking.
hatesimprovising: ([face] annoyed)

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[personal profile] hatesimprovising 2016-06-24 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ After his run in with Tex outside the bar, Wash is...definitely a little worse for wear. It's taken a fair amount of effort to drag himself all the way to the medbay, but he's managed it. As he staggers in through the door, he's using one hand to brace himself against the wall while the other is pressed against the rib he's about ninety percent sure is broken. There's some mostly-dried blood on his forehead running from somewhere above his hairline, as well as a nice bruise starting to show itself on his jaw.

One of these was actually caused by the ship flinging him into a wall. The rest, not so much. He can't say he's really thrilled to learn that Adrien is one of the doctors here, but he also hasn't got much choice in what to do. Much as he doesn't trust doctors or the medbay, he can't fix a rib by himself, so Wash answers the question with surprisingly minimal hostility. ]


I suppose saying the ship turning on its side and throwing me into a wall won't be believable.

[ Admitting that Tex caused this isn't something he wants to do. ...Mostly because he'd not even managed to land a single hit on her. It's embarrassing, especially considering he'd thought he'd be able to hold his own at least a little. ]
arcreact: while the police let me ride their horse. ((505) thank you for holding my vodka)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Nope. Potentially-imminent. Y'know, "either we're going to be fine or we're going to die immediately," without much in-between. I haven't been in space long, but my understanding is that's usually how things work.

[ No. It's just dumb. The whole conversation is dumb. ]
arcreact: (yes again)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He waves off the apology. ]

Your wife already knows all my dirty secrets. May as well make it a threesome.

[ But - he pauses, reconsidering. Does he really wanna freak this guy out? He seems nice enough. Like maybe he sleeps, sometimes. Why change that. ]

Though, actually, I'm not sure I wanna incite a spousal panic over the unpleasant realities of shrapnel injuries.
arcreact: i'm a snapple bottle. if you take my top off i'll tell you a fact about science ((865) i've found my spirit animal)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a gleam of interest in his eye, even if he affects the same flippancy he always does. ]

Yeah? How amazing is amazing?
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162784)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-06-24 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a small chuckle out of him. Oh, how he would have enjoyed hearing that in his younger, more single days, though ideally with more sincerity and from a female third party.

He grows more serious a few seconds later, though. Does he want to hear it all? ...yeah, he's not hiding from the truth just because it might ruin his mood.]


I can take it. I was there with her when the grenade exploded practically in her face—after that, I figure I can handle just about anything.
arcreact: you start breaking down your body composition into organic molecules ((516) you know you're drunk when)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tony had been torso-deep in the machine's innards when it had finally started operating again, but he backpedals like a bat out of hell when he realizes the power is returning. He's already decide he's gonna die in an epic fiery explosion, probably with some AC/DC blasting, if a heart attack doesn't get him first. Death via Ingress is not on the agenda. ]

Uh—

[ He comes to a halt next to Tex after his hasty retreat, eyes wide and fixed on the figure. ]

Is that normal?

[ It's a giant fucking space portal. He has no idea what's going on, and might even understand it less after fondling its innards for hours. ]
arcreact: (tinkering the first)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no, I'd be willing to put money on that.

[ He has to lean his arms on the table to support himself, and doesn't even care. That's the state of half the crew at this point. ]

I'd lecture you, but - no, who the hell am I kidding? I'm not lecturing you to get some sleep. I'll be a gentleman and offer to grab you a coffee, though.
a_shadow: (Discovery)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-06-24 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
I don't hang around here on a regular basis, but...

[ She takes a small step closer, walking around the platform to face the portal better. Why does the silhouette that shows through the machine remind her so much of Church? ]

I've never seen it do this.

[ She raises a hand, as though to test whether the magnetic field around the Ingress can be felt. ]
morethan084: (smugsmirk)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-06-24 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Amazing as in I hacked into SHIELD from my van, on a laptop I won in a bet.
prorenataa: (Tell me your symptoms)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-06-24 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wait, did he just get snark from an AI? Adrien might have slid a glance towards Tony, who was making a pathetic attempt to not be amused and he pressed his lips into a flat line. ]

I believe you just did. [ He remarked back in a dry tone of his own, which wasn't exactly an answer to JARVIS but ... give snark, get snark. ] Otherwise, it's a pleasure to meet you, JARVIS.

[ Holy heck! He just afforded an AI he can't see, better manners than he does to most individuals he can see.

However, moving on. ]


I'm sorry, honey are we interrupting your favorite vid?
vengeance_driven: game (►►arms crossed against wall)

[personal profile] vengeance_driven 2016-06-24 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not a peaceful man, Deacon. Some other aggressive ship and it would be easy for me to wipe out the population in a heartbeat.

[Sometimes he wants to be a peaceful man, though. But other times, he very much doesn't.]

I tried for revenge for a long time. It left me feeling empty. But somehow, I think this is more than that. I think this is cultural, and even if is seeking revenge to them there is the idea that it creates balance.
prorenataa: (prickly hedgie)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-06-24 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He accepted the answer with a nod. After all, he didn't have much room to talk when it came to working through an injury.

After a careful exam, he stepped back and reached for the datapad. ]


The bad news is, it's dislocated. The good news is, it appears to be a very straight forward dislocation without any additional breakage in the bone of either the humerous or the socket. It also doesn't appear that you've suffered compromised blood flow.

With a minor muscle relaxer, it should respond to closed reduction treatment but it's not going to feel too good.
prorenataa: (Almost innocent looking)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-06-24 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
If it wasn't for the fist shaped bruise on your jaw, I'd have bought it. [ Adrien remarked in a level tone as he walked over, coming up on Wash's good side to offer the man some semblance of support on the way to an exam table.

Seriously Wash, take the nice doctor's arm, least you end up on the floor with more of a head wound than you're already sporting. ]


However, I'm not going to waste either your time or mine in asking what happened. [ Honestly, he still wasn't sure how they'd avoided a physical altercation at the range. ]

Besides the head wound and the way you're hugging your lower torso, where else is 'ouch'?
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-06-24 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[At his expense or no, the joke was decent, and Sans barely stifles a snort before releasing his grip on the guy.]

Oh, undoubtedly. [He adds dryly upon Tony's claims of short-changing, his only interruption as he sifts through a few of the Ingress parts, trying to find consistency and reason. When it's clear Tony was either done or his jaw ran out of batteries, Sans turns back with a shrug.]

Super boring. But seeing as I'm clean out of alternatives, I'll stick around and bore myself a little more. [Leaning back against the machine, he weighs his hands out like a scale, tilting them back and forth as his explanation calls for.] The foundations of quantum teleportation hinge on the destruction of matter, pal. The instantaneous process of destruction and creation. You stop existing on plane A, you resume existence on plane B, but it's not like you actually moved.

Technically, I'd bet that whatever body you had before the Ingress squirted you out is long gone by now. But considering I've read that you humans replace your cells all the time, not such a big deal.

If they're copying, well. I guess that would make us clones. Hard to say when, like you said, the captains don't seem to have schematics on pretty much anything around here. At least not where I could find 'em.
morethan084: (contemplating)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-06-24 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Great.

[Daisy just wanted to get out of here and figure out what the hell was going on. Surprisingly she hasn't had a dislocated shoulder before, which is about the only thing her body hasn't had to deal with as far as injuries.]

How long does the muscle relaxer take to kick in?
arcreact: (i'm gonna star-spangled beat your ass)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ His mouth twists into a brief grimace at that mental picture. It's at least half sympathy. ]

What, seriously? You're lucky you're not part of our little club.
arcreact: explanation? ((508) awoke with 47 flamingos in my bed)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's so fixated on the figure suspended within the portal that he doesn't notice Tex is moving to touch it until she's nearly there. And now that he's actually looking at her - hang on, is this Trish Walker?

Bruce is gonna kill him if she fries herself while he just stood around staring like an idiot. ]


Bad plan. [ It comes out a little sharper than intended. ] I wouldn't do that if I were you.
averagehero: (Stahp)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-06-24 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
That's still an or. It's not both.

[maybe don't argue with an idiot, Stark. They'll make you stoop to their level then beat you with experience]
a_shadow: (Definitely)

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-06-24 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Right. She lowers her hand, steps back just slightly. ]

Well, there's something jammed. Someone's stuck in there.

[ She tamps down the feeling she gets, still staring at that figure. When she steps back the colors change, from lighter to darker. She turns her head toward Tony, but her eyes are still on the portal. She can't help it; she just has this sick, sick feeling that's Church trapped in there. ]

I think it's someone who came through before.
arcreact: that my party was the most epic party they ever crashed ((781) i was just told by a cop)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-06-24 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
That's a terrible example. SHIELD's security is a joke.

[ HE'S........ well, he's not joking. But he's clearly not actually shooting her down so much as seizing an opportunity to shittalk SHIELD's network security. ]
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