( june event log )

[hownkai]

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!

E V E N T

doors to windows "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.

Comments

[sketchycharacter]

Nothing but the best.

[He hopes. It shouldn't be shitty, at least, and that's the important part. He takes a long swallow and yeah, it's pretty good. Space Beer: not too bad.]

So what are you doing with those, if it it doesn't involve uncomfortably public pleasuring of yourself?

[peridork]

[She looks in the direction indicated, giving the Doc a curt nod before heading over to start sorting stuff out.

She only manages a few minutes of silence on her own end, before she clunks down a part a bit harder than necessary and looks up, bristling.]

So I have to ask, from one rational, logic-driven individual to another: What do you think our odds are of getting out of this whole situation in one piece? Mathematically speaking.

[Her tone is absolutely dripping with derision. Bellyaching to the network wasn't enough to quell Peridot's anger, it seems.]

[squadgoals]

Good. Then I'll be looking to you to make sure I don't make any bad calls.

[skelepun]

Oh yeah? Well then we've got something in common.

[Sans juts out a hand, inviting him to shake. It is the best way to greet a new pal, after all.]

I'm in.

[Nobody really invited him, but whatever. Semantics.]

Re: FOR DADTRON (again)

[aminerproblem]

[Megatron found himself emerging from stasis into a bit of a sticky situation. As soon as his optics had powered on, his MID has been buzzing with acitivity, including a meeting to more or less resolve everyone's places in the Moira's impromptu defense plans. But that could wait.]

[He needed to tend to his own crew first. Stepping through the cargo bay doors, his expression is solemn.]

Riptide, are you alright?

[knaval]

[megatron probably notices that riptide doesn't flinch away this time, or shoot him in the face.]

Not really.

[and gives a straight answer! wow, what happened.]

[arcreact]

I've looked at everything the science department's gathered on the thing. Which, by the way, isn't a lot. I figured it was a bunch of brainiacs showing an uncharacteristic lack of nerd interest, but I think I get it now.

[ An expansive gesture at the Ingress. He's exasperated, true, and pretty well disgusted with a lot of their findings so far, but his morbid curiosity has only increased. It's obsessive, the desire to understand what makes this thing tick. ]

They're not lazy, this thing just makes no damn sense, and is currently being held together by the patch jobs of people who also don't think it makes any damn sense. It's the only explanation.

[arcreact]

"Huh." That's all he offers in response to the last bit, because yeah, that makes sense. He'd been vaguely considering the establishment of a foundation for such things, which is possibly a little morbid. Are the Avengers going to wreck so much shit that a relief foundation is necessary for Avengers-related altercations?

Then he remembers what Bruce has told him about Johannesburg. Right... yeah. Welp.

"So, I take it you're volunteering to science the shit out of some middle eastern cuisine? Once you're out of time out, that is."

There's a pause.

"Unless you wanna get started on that right now, 'cause I'm starving." He'll bring you equipment and everything, Bruce. Redeem yourself. Make them some real food.

[otiosity]

I don't even know what that is. Now you're just being cruel for the sake of it.

[Those shots fired went straight over her head.]

[arcreact]

[ He doesn't directly comment on the beer, which probably means it passes. Whatever, it's stronger than coffee. It earns points on that alone. ]

So glad you asked. You ever Facebook stalked somebody who pissed you off?

It's that, but a million times more awesome.

[sketchycharacter]

I don't have a Facebook, so no. But I think I get the picture.

[Kinda sorta. The general idea, for sure, but aside from the network, there doesn't seem to be a lot of Space Social Media, so there are only a few ways this could go.]

Looking in on our friends? The ones who want to murder us all?

[hyperkinesia]

Welp indeed. Tony knows his own track record anyway, now imagine that multiplied by five, and add to it a Hulk. There's your math. Of course a relief foundation is a necessary thing.

"You know, normally I'd take that as a joke and move on, but right now? I'm just bored enough that I wouldn't mind doing that." The replicators need some more Earth cuisine added anyway, and though Bruce is far from a chef, he is a nuclear physicist. He can definitely do this and have it come out tasting as if they were in a five-star restaurant. Probably.

"But you might want to get yourself something to eat in the meantime. It'll take me a while to get it done."

[prorenataa]

I've been better. [ He acknowledges, if for no other reason than to not surprise Riptide if the 'bot peeks into the Medbay; the doctor is looking a bit squished. ] I've also been worse.

How are things out there? Is the ship still intact?

[prorenataa]

It's a piece of cake.

[ Adrien insists, before he begins to walk Nate through the procedure of manipulating his (Adrien's) arm to position it for a return to the socket. It is, actually, a very straight forward process, just a turn here a yank there, a sickening crunch/pop and the sound of the doctor muffling a shout.

It might have been strange to feel the ball joint slot back into place but when it's all said and done, Adrien does appear to relax. ]

That's definitely better. [ He remarked, slowly testing the arm, lifting it and flexing his fingers. Yep, they all had feeling and there was no weird coloration to suggest blood flow had been impacted.

He took a breath and then levered himself back up into a sitting position, still wriggling his fingers. ]

Thanks. [ Awkward pause, before ... ] Have you talked with Elena about the circumstances?

[prorenataa]

What? Do you want me to ... [ As he began to talk, his hands reached to take and manipulate her arm. It was a very minor thing at first, just a turn this way, support that way. His grip was firm but not punishing, meticulous and obviously experienced for this procedure.

As he began to say the word 'count' he moved with a quick, firm yank.

Not going to lie, the pain was probably immediate and intense. That was the bad news. The good news? After the brief few moments of intense pain, all the pain began to subside and Daisy should immediately feel relief in the form of connection with her arm and the pain as a whole starting to recede to a dull ache.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do about the sound it made as the bone jumped back into the joint. That was a distinctive sound ... and if it looked like she was going to hurl, he was getting out of the line of fire! ]

NEVER APOLOGIZE

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles listens with astonishing patience, managing not to interject once. he maintains that flat expression, though his mouth twitches up in a dry smile. ]

Can I ask you something, Rinzler?

[forwardmomentum]

[ okay he actually likes the fact that she went and stole a bunch of power cores, that's pretty neat in his book, but also: aurelia, no

miles tilts his head, eyebrows raised, and the smile dries out a little. ]

I'll take it under consideration.

[ just like he took her "let's poison people to liven the party" suggestion under consideration. ]

[sketchycharacter]

[Good thing Nate has a strong stomach. The sound of the doctor's arm popping back into place is pretty gross, but at least it's just a sound and not accompanied by viscera.

Nate steps back, ready to reverse course and help out again if Adrien needs it or starts to pass out or something, but he really does look better. He relaxes, crossing his arms over his chest and still not looking especially happy.]

Yeah, we have. I was with her the day she was first injured—I know how bad it was, I just didn't think she still faced any danger from it.

[If he had, he'd have insisted she get it taken care of long ago. Why does she have to be so stubborn? It's both an attractive quality and a serious flaw.]

Are you going to have to put her under when you do the surgery?

[knaval]

I'll take it.

[his leg moves a bit more and there's the sound of metal creaking.]

Uhhh. I dented the wall and some stuff fell over. That's all I can see, but I guess there's nothing super back because there's no screaming.

[diamondslap]

[aurelia puts a hand on the bar in front of miles.]

I suggest you do.

[judging by her tone, she's pretty set on this being a Thing.]

Believe me when I say I have experience with this exact situation, only this time they don't have a weird giant alien on their side. [she blinks looks away then looks back.] ...We do.

[slowyjoey]

Hey, it's only paranoia if they're not out to get you.

[This dude totally just dropped a swear. He tries to continue on like its no big deal, since bad-asses act like that all the time. Right?]

Uh... yeah! Right. Par for the course for us. So before we have our bone marrow sucked out through out pores or something, what d'you think we should do? I don't think throwing a tarp over it would cut it.

[notglitching]

[Of all the possible replies the program had anticipated, somehow that one hadn't made the list. He stares for a beat, half-expecting the request to be rhetorical, but when the user fails to continue, Rinzler's helmet ducks in a short nod.]

[a_shadow]

[ She shakes her head slightly; it isn't like this is something simple to explain. ]

We were taken back to the moment where they took us from our world. It was in the middle of the facility shutting down from an EMP, and we had to face down an enemy that had kidnapped us there. And, sorry to say? He's useless in a fight.

[ She looks at Tony and takes in the expression on his face. ]

You look confused.

[hatesimprovising]

[ To that, all Wash offered was a huff. Okay, so he'd been pretty transparent the whole time, that was his confirmation. Just one of the reasons he'd been hoping for a doctor other than Adrien to be in.

The scan would show one of Wash's lower ribs on his right side was broken, and that it had punctured his liver. The damage wasn't horrible, but bad enough to have added to his pain, for sure. ]

I wouldn't say it's out. [ He gives a weak snort of a bitter laugh. ]

But I'm sure she found it therapeutic.

[ While he wasn't about to say that Tex had been the only one who managed to actually land any hits because that was embarrassing enough on its own, he also wasn't going to lie and say it was out of either of their systems. He was sure it wasn't. However, Tex successfully messing him up just enough to make things difficult on him for a while had no doubt satisfied her. ]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Well, that response seems to please J as her hard expression softens a little and turns more satisfied one. She stands up and drops the shard in the plastic box she had pulled next to her for the broken glass. She quickly dusts her knees, a brief frown quickly visiting her face as she sees the stains on the hem. Then, she looks back to Shepard and moves to the side while gesturing down on the floor with her hand.

Be her guest.]