( 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

[a_shadow]

[ Despite the fact that her workout sessions with Adrien were a new part of her routine, she was still in fairly good shape, even with the setback that her deaths had caused. The attempt to get up is too little, too late for Wash, as she's already scrambling to the floor to pin him on his back and trap his thighs down with her knees. She's strong and scrappy, but she's smaller than him and he weighs more.

Good thing he's been knocked for a loop.

Throughout all this she's silent, not taunting, not cursing or screaming at him, just concentrating on what she's carrying through with doing. She doesn't want to bust his face up, despite the convenience of doing so at this angle—she's interested in leaving him with more substantial injuries than a simple broken nose—but she does want to stun him, so she aims a heavy punch at the side of his jaw, aiming for that place known as "the button"—that sweet spot that when hit just right will lead to disorientation and momentary unconsciousness.

With that hit delivered she jumps up and drives her knees into his abdomen, letting gravity do the work, coming to rest in a straddle across his ribs. She's about to give him one more one-two hit combo with her fists to his face, on either side of his cheekbones, when a major disturbance hits the ship. They're tossed in the air, and her sudden lack of any purchase on him leaves her flailing, kicking against the wall. They land, and her hip hits him heavily in about the same place where she had kneed him—she distinctly hears a crack, though she's not sure if that's his ribs breaking or his head hitting the wall.

And just as quickly as things had gone off-kilter they return, leaving her rolling away from him across the floor. ]

[hatesimprovising]

[ He very nearly curses under his breath when, before he can get to his feet, she knocks him back and pins him down. Or, he probably would have cursed if he had a decent balance on his breathing yet. Practically snarling up at her, Wash naturally makes an effort to free himself, to get out from under her, or at the very least free an arm so he can get a hit in. ]

You--

[ Whatever he was going to say, it'll never be known now, as he finds himself cut off very abruptly by Tex's fist slamming into his jaw. Son of a bitch. There's a moment where he loses track of what happens, blacking out for just a couple of seconds before he's back, head rolling as he tries to get an idea of what the hell is going on. Tex's knees are digging into him, that's what's happening. Wash can't even tell which way is up at the moment so all he really manages is a groan of pain and an attempt to lift his arms to push her off.

Still disoriented, being thrown up into the air really doesn't help. Confused and frustrated, he flails and tries to grab on to something, but there's nothing to grab to stop him from flying into the wall right behind Tex. Or rather, sort of on Tex. He might not have noticed his ribs slamming into her hip if it wasn't for the sickening crack heard on the impact. Already in pain and still out of it from the punch, not helped along when his head does, in fact, collide with the wall, Wash can't say he notices any increase in pain levels, though that's almost certain to change later.

He can't even react to anything, it happens too quickly. Almost like none of it happened, he falls back to the floor as the ship levels back out. Once again, he's on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his vision mildly distorted. At this point, he should be giving up and accepting defeat before he gets himself hurt any further, but Wash is little if not stubborn. Even with the rib that has to be broken after that noise, he's rolling over, getting his hands flat against the floor and slowly pushing himself up again, though this time there's a grunt every time he moves just the right way to earn a stab of pain. ]

...You're really defensive about this new boyfriend, huh?

[ The words have an edge of a croak to them, but they're still leaving his mouth in a taunt. While he's not even in a place to be giving them, even, still trying to shove himself to his feet with some help of the wall next to him. There's a little trickle of blood coming from where his head had made initial impact with the wall, but he pays it little mind, eyes on Tex. Even if they can't quite focus on her properly yet, but that disorientation is starting to fade, at least. ]

[a_shadow]

[ Tex isn't a person who laughs often. What other people express by laughing she expresses with smirks and dry sarcasm.

That gets her to laugh.

It's a disbelieving, breathless laugh, but she laughs.

She pushes herself to her feet. ]

That's what you think this is about?

[ She approaches him, plants her hands on his shoulders, and shoves as hard as she can. This is mostly to knock him off-balance again, so he recognizes how out of it he should feel by now. ]

[hatesimprovising]

[ The laugh startles him. He's never heard Tex laugh. Allison, he can remember her laugh, but not Tex. It throws Wash off and has him looking over at her, confused. ]

You were about ready to shove me through the wall when I walked in on both of you.

[ His attempt at keeping her back is weak, just one arm held out to push her away while the other stayed on the wall to keep him upright. ...Upright for about as long as that possibility lasted, anyway. He barely gets a chance to shove her back before she does the exact same to him, only with both hands and a lot more strength, because he hasn't even landed a single goddamn hit.

Successfully unbalanced, Wash stumbles back a few steps before once again collapsing backward. That actually earns a much more pained noise, his hand immediately going to cover the rib that's making movement so agonizing. He sucks in a breath through gritted teeth and glares up at Tex. ]

What is it, then? The Carolina doll? The fact that I wasn't more invested in your tattoo? That I'm not fawning all over you anymore? Or is it just a little revenge for me erasing you?

[a_shadow]

[ His questioning makes her angrier yet, because it's exasperating how dense he is about these things. Sure it has to do with those things, and with the situation with Adrien. It has to do with all of it.

Yet it somehow, at the same time, has nothing to do with those things. She rolls her eyes. Then she bends in closer and glares right into his eyes. She's not afraid he'll lash out at this point; he's too off-kilter.

When she speaks, every word is deliberate and enunciated separately from the one that follows. ]

Nothing about me is any of your business.

[ She holds the glare for a moment longer before she turns to go. ]

Ever.

[hatesimprovising]

[ When she leans in, it's oh so tempting to throw a punch, but he needs the hand not over his injury to support himself. But it doesn't stop him from wanting to do it. It also doesn't stop him from narrowing his eyes further. As she glares, he glares right back, his gaze never wavering.

None of his business? No, it shouldn't be. Yet, in a way, it kind of is.

It's not until she turns around and starts to walk away that Wash laughs. There's no real humour to it and it's bitter with a slight mocking edge to it, but it's definitely a laugh, if a bit of a weak one given his current state. ]

If it's in my head, it's my business. Whether either of us wants it or not.

[ If none of Epsilon's shit was in his head, he'd probably have little problem with Tex, but as things are? Everything's there, he knows a lot of details about her, and that's not something that can be changed. ]

I'd say take it up with the Director when you get back home, but...

[ But she's dead. And apparently he really likes digging that in. ]

[a_shadow]

[ But his attempt to get a final rise out of her doesn't work. She's made her point. She doesn't even turn back enough to offer him a view of her middle finger. She doesn't do anything but keep walking away. ]