( 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

[bosswald]

[Nodding in agreement, she studies the captains for a few moments longer before pulling away. Turning to leave, her fingers curl into the fabric of his sleeve and she tugs him along after her. They just go to the hallway, close enough to still hear anything too loud, and to also see who all shows up to help with the Ingress itself.]

They're definitely worried. Do you think it could be because it not working at all has the potential for the crew to mutiny?

[She can't say that she hasn't had the thought of taking over. Kindly, of course, with an explanation that she has everyone's best interest at heart. Since she does, she just also greatly values having total control over any situation that involves her life.]

Or do you think it's because they're afraid of what caused this to happen? If I were them, I wouldn't want to own up to the fact that the ship I've got contracted workers on is vulnerable.

[ryuuzaki]

[He allows himself to be tugged along like a puppy. It's a good idea to get away from the door, both so they can stop mouthing words at each other and so they don't seem to be eavesdropping quite as obviously. Still, his words come out rushed and in hushed tones.]

No. To a great extent, we would be lost without them... in the literal, physical sense. Right now, we don't have any choice but to trust them.

I don't mean "wholeheartedly": only in terms of allowing them to continue to lead. Anyone who supported a mutiny would be thinking only of the immediate future and not about how the captains have a huge amount of environmental information and experience that we don't. Aside from that, we don't know if they have friends, or who their friends are, or how often they check in with each other. They'd have to know that at least some of us would consider these factors.

Your second guess is better. But what both tilts the ship and breaks the Ingress, and if either was intentional, which? We don't know if anything else is broken. You would think it might be.

[bosswald]

I don't know that I'd go so far as to say I'm inclined to trust them. Just because I signed my contract and am working here doesn't mean I trust them. It means they're currently only as useful to me as they make themselves out to be.

[She gives him a look that says she's going to be stubborn about trusting them, cheeks puffing up slightly as she gives a quick shake of her head.]

We don't know that the captains actually have any environmental information or what their experience is. All we know is that they need us. And that if we're going to see what else is broken, we might want to check navigation and see how they're fairing.

[ryuuzaki]

I think we're using different definitions of "trust." I certainly don't mean to imply belief or admiration -- only that they're currently our best option. Statistically and logically more likely to have environmental information, or good access to it, than any of the rest of us.

[He nods once, sharply, and begins to move towards a lift that will take them to Navigation... without being dragged, this time.]

Although it isn't comforting that they don't know how to fix the Ingress. I couldn't understand a word of what they were saying, by the way. I don't think the system I have access to has ever been exposed to that language... but that's really neither here nor there.

[He stops before the lift.]

It may not be a good idea to use this.

[bosswald]

Why, afraid it might break down?

[Laughing a little, she acts like it's completely ridiculous. But she doesn't move to get on the lift. She's still not sure they can trust anything mechanical here, and the last thing she wants is to be stuck on the stupid thing for a long enough period of time that they miss out on any good information.

It's really the best way up though, so she grabs hold of his hand and they walk onto the thing together. Not dragging, but making sure they both step on at the same time.]

I want to figure out a way to gather and hide as much information as possible. I've been writing things down, because I don't trust the MIDs. But writing only goes so far, and anyone can get hold of it if they try hard enough. Is the system you have access to able to help you find a language no one here uses?

[ryuuzaki]

Yes!

[The look he gives her, slightly appalled, implies that he thinks it's something anyone should be concerned about: you don't want to be in a lift when the lift breaks if it goes into free-fall.

But he allows her to pull him into the lift anyway. If the lifts haven't fallen yet, they probably aren't going to, unless the situation gets worse and something destabilizes the ship again.

One day, he'll resist her, because she won't be doing what he wants to do. Until then it's easier to let her think she's in the lead.

At her next question, he shakes his head.]

No, not unless I was speaking to a native speaker, and then it would translate automatically -- I'd never hear the language itself, I'd hear it as English. It isn't a system, per se... it's microscopic robots in my bloodstream.

I can try to write an encryption for that sort of thing, but writing it down will never be fully secure. Encrypting it is only a deterrent... it makes it likely that anyone who wants to read the encrypted material is determined enough to deal with a number of annoyances first.