thisavrou_log | ( 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!

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"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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Having more than one plan isn't a bad idea -- contingencies are important. But to have three people working separately on those plans, with no coordination, is just asking for disaster. I'm all for a convening of the minds, and all the better if it's in person. I've got a private room/office on J deck -- it's not glamorous, but it would give us a quiet place to think. How's that sound?

Good to see we're all on the same page, caffeine-wise.

An hour out works for me. I'll wrap up what I'm doing here and head to Miles' office. See you both there.

See you there in an hour. I'll bring coffee with me.

[ when miles lets them in, he's mostly cleared the desk for the coffee clara promised. he only has the one chair, so the bed that folds into the wall is pulled out for extra seating, though miles remains on his feet for now. there's a couple of liquor bottles on the desk against the wall, a deep red wine and a bottle of something bright green. miles waves them inside with a flippant little half-bow, eyeing the coffee. ]

You know, I think providing caffeine in times of trial might qualify you for sainthood. Please, ladies, take a seat where you like.

[Shep's through the door first, and produces a plate of the ever-present ship's muffins, in a variety of flavors.]

To go with the coffee. I wasn't sure what side of the raisin fence you two fell on, so I brought some with and without.

[She puts the muffins to the side of the cleared space, but doesn't move to sit down, herself.]

I haven't eaten since yesterday, so I'll take anything. Regardless of raisins.

[Laughing a little, she does move to sit down, so she can pull mugs out of seemingly nowhere to pour them all some coffee. A sugar bowl comes out of nowhere next, and some cream, and so they don't think she's pulling things out of her ass she moves to place a red satchel bag up on the desk.

And then proceeds to start eating a muffin.]

Please tell me the two of you have been better about taking care of yourselves.

Sure. I'm still alive, aren't I? [THAT'S GOOD CARETAKING!

She pulls a cup of coffee towards her on the desk, bypassing both the sugar and cream, and picks it up, taking a sip.]

Miles? Have you been getting your proper eight hours of rest?

[ miles barks out a laugh at that, the too-wired look about him speaking for itself. ]

If you count a cup of coffee as an hour of sleep, then by that metric, sure. [ he reaches to pluck one of the muffins for himself. ] I've been known to eat raisins from time to time. I can't claim to be picky.

I'm afraid all I've got to contribute is wine, if we've ever got cause to celebrate and... [ he gestures to both sets of bottles, wrinkling his nose at the green ones. ] Well, let's just say that if we really run out of coffee, the creme de meth will do in a pinch.

[At the name of what he's offering, her nose wrinkles up and she stops chewing. And she just stares over at him for a while. In order to accuse him of something, she has to swallow the food in her mouth, which she does quickly.]

I'm sure anything with meth in the name will be perfectly healthy and not at all dangerous.

[The second the words are out of her mouth she can't help but laugh, because she's pretty much running on pure manic energy at this point and she's nearly delirious. And the idea of Miles giving them all meth is really hilarious, because he looks so kind and docile.]

Save the wine, we'll have plenty of cause to celebrate in a few days.

Damn right we will.

[There's a confidence in her voice that somehow manages not to sound cocky — a trust, rather than a foolhardiness. Shepard takes a long draught of coffee, exhales, and smiles.]

So, ladies — plans? I'm happy to go first.

I never said it'd be a good idea.

[ kind and docile? miles vorkosigan? kind, maybe, but he doesn't need creme de meth to be bouncing off the walls, which he most definitely is today.

miles and clara already talked to an extent, so he gives her an encouraging gesture. ]

By all means, Commander, take the floor.

( june event log )

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