( 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

[arcreact]

[ She'll find him sitting cross-legged on one of the beds across the way, surrounded by cables, laptops, thumbdrives, and other assorted paraphernalia. And if she's observant, she probably won't miss the Iron Man armor laid out in several pieces on a nearby desk. ]

If you're talking about the freaky portal, nothing. Nothing about that made sense. It's working again, but who knows why? It's a mystery.

I hate mysteries, incidentally.

[morethan084]

...Who did you have to kill for all this tech?

[She's died and gone to heaven. Tony Stark, doing tech stuff, and she's in his bedroom.]

Yeah? I couldn't tell by the fact that you have your armor laid out.

[Daisy moved to sit on the bed next to him, very much annoyed that she was one hand down because of her stupid shoulder.]

Need help? This was kind of my thing back at SHIELD. Before SHIELD, actually.

[arcreact]

The Captains were generous enough to give us unlimited credit lines. I just did what I do best.

[ Spend money on shittons of technology. Obviously.

He allows her to take a seat, quirking an eyebrow briefly. She's lucky she's SHIELD, and potentially useful to boot, or he might be kicking up more of a fuss. Enjoy being in Tony Stark's bed, I guess!! ]

SHIELD has you spying on people's emails? That must be a trip.

[morethan084]

...Good point.

[Damn, maybe she should've gotten more than a laptop. Even still, that's all Daisy had for a long time and it was one she had won in a bet.]

Uh, well, more than just emails. I'm kind of an amazing hacker.

[She can be cocky when she wants to be, and she's very confident with her hacking skills. She even had to do it with a Cyrillic keyboard once.]

[arcreact]

[ There's a gleam of interest in his eye, even if he affects the same flippancy he always does. ]

Yeah? How amazing is amazing?

[morethan084]

Amazing as in I hacked into SHIELD from my van, on a laptop I won in a bet.

[arcreact]

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. ]

[morethan084]

..Good point. Well, not anymore since I started working there.

I've hacked into the NSA satellites. That was a fun one, never had to do that before.

[With a sigh, Daisy shifted on the bed and held her good hand out.]

So I can I help?

[arcreact]

Okay, better.

[ Because fuck the NSA, frankly. ]

You got a laptop?

[morethan084]

Yeah.

[He's actually going to let her help him?! She gets off the bed a little too quickly in her excitement. This damn sling was going to get annoying real quick.]

I just have to go get it. Give me a few.

[Do. Not. Run. Daisy. Just walk, act like you're totally fine and not internally freaking out that you're helping Stark out.

As soon as she's out of the room she power walks to her room and back, her laptop tucked under her arm. Flopping back onto the bed beside him, Daisy places it on her lap and opens up the screen.]

Laptop twins.

[Why does she do this to herself?]

[arcreact]

[ He watches impassively as she deposits herself back onto his bed, one eyebrow ticking upwards. ]

Whatever you say, kid.

[ "Laptop twins." Honestly. HONESTLY. ]

I've got their audio network on lockdown so far, but pretty much everything else is still untapped.

[morethan084]

Good. That just makes it more fun.

[As it was, Daisy's already started to type away. Not as fast as she would like given the fact that her other arm was in a sling. But, still, pretty damn fast. She does take a moment to look over at him after typing in her codes and hitting enter:]

I've always wanted to see you work. You're kind of my inspiration.

[arcreact]

[ He's not surprised. Actually, that kinda makes sense, doesn't it. ]

Is this one of those "I'm a huge fan" things? Normally that part comes out before people hop into bed with me, but I can roll with it.

[morethan084]

I thought it went without saying?

[She's doing her best not to melt into the bed when he teases her. Don't think she hasn't thought about that either. Okay? He's hot and he's smart.]

[arcreact]

Excellent point. I stand corrected.

[ After almost a month surrounded by strangers from other universes, he'd almost forgotten how commonplace this exchange is. ]