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( 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!
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 |
"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. |
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I'm Saitama, by the way. Sorry I got all handsy with you. [joking about his ~daring rescue!~ will totally make it not awkward, right?]
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Saitama, huh. I'm Boone.
[He just tilts his head slightly as he walks, frowning slightly.]
It's... fine. Can't say I've ever been caught by someone before. Better than hitting the wall, I guess.
[Even if it did feel pretty damn awkward after the first second or so. Boone is not a touchy-feely kind of guy.]
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Thought we'd go through a wall, not just flop over.
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[Boone is used to explosions too, but he's never had to deal with the world turning on its side like that. Saitama seems to speak from experience, though.]
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Every damn day it felt like. Pretty quiet here.
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[Of course, Boone hasn't been here long enough to have experienced anything worse than what just happened.]
Got a feeling it won't stay that way, though. At least, not from what I've heard.
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Huh. [What was odd about it? He had just come out of that thing, he remember it was... bright. And blue.]
That thing we fell out of-- it's off.
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Sure is.
[There's no way that's a good thing. Not from how worried the captains seem to be, anyway.]
Wonder what it means. Think they'll be able to fix it?
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We're supposed to get back home through that, right? It better start working again.
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[He doesn't sound too impressed.]
You'd think they'd have someone around incase this kinda thing happens. Not sure yelling and kicking it a bunch is in the instruction manual.
[Then again, who knows? Maybe it only works if you bully it enough.]
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[Seriously, friendship isn't something the ship seems to be swimming in.]
Think they've tried asking it nicely?
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[Boone isn't sure when he stopped being serious with his suggestions. It's just easier to do this than to actually offer any kind of real advice.]
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Go back to that last planet and pick one up at a thrift store.
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[He's actually kind of wondering if the captains can hear them, and if so he wonders how long it'll be before they're booted out of the room.]
Not like it worked properly in the first place.
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If they need someone to take it apart, I'm real good at that. [he'll regret this throw away volunteering]
Can't put it back together, but I can get it apart.
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[Boone couldn't break it apart with his hands, but if someone gave him a super-sledge he could have a damn good try.]
Think the ship is gonna keep tilting around until it's fixed?
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I hope not. Imagine getting thrown in the bathroom. [these are the things that concern him]
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[He sounds more curious than disbelieving. He gets distracted by the idea of people being thrown off the toilets, though.]
...Wonder if anyone was in there just now.
[Talk about bad luck.]
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I'm not cleaning it up, if they were. [he'll watch one of the captains storm away, folding his arms in annoyance]
Well, that looked productive.
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Was kinda hoping the captains knew what they were doing.
[He has been told by others that they don't, though. This is just proof.]
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Guess it's broke until someone can knock some sense into it.
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[It's obvious that this is bad news, even if they can't understand exactly what went wrong.]
We can't get home without it, right?
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It got us here, thought it was supposed to get us back.
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