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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!

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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.

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Sharp sudden pain, yeah. My breathing's fine, though.

[ It had been difficult to differentiate one pain from another while everything was happening and his head had been fuzzy, but Wash was fairly certain he could recall a sharp burst of pain that had seemed paired with the crack of his rib.

At the exam table, he eyed it dubiously for a moment, wondering briefly if coming here was really necessary. He did, however, cave and slowly, carefully pulled himself up onto the table, the only outward signs of pain he couldn't hold back being the occasional sharp breath or wince. Then came the laying down part. Not what he wanted to do at all, but he obeyed with impressively little grumbling. Still moving slowly, he leaned back until he was stretched out fully, and only then did he finally pull his hand away from his torso. ]

No dizziness. [ Wash shook his head, but paused in the middle and rethought his answer. ] ...Some disorientation, but I'm not sure it was from hitting the wall as much as it was...

[ Trailing off, decidedly not wanting to say 'from Tex punching me in the goddamn jaw', he simply gestured up at the darkening bruise on his face. ]

From the 'wall' hitting you? [ Adrien offered in a dry tone, indicating that by wall he meant Tex's fist.

As he talked he pulled a scanner out and began to run a diagnostic on Wash's torso. While the machine worked, he looked down at the man and raised an eyebrow. ]

Did you two get it out of your system?

[ While it was an assumption on his part, Adrien didn't take the question back. The tension at the shooting range had been knife thick, the sort of intensity that didn't just diffuse because someone walked away from the time being. ]

[ To that, all Wash offered was a huff. Okay, so he'd been pretty transparent the whole time, that was his confirmation. Just one of the reasons he'd been hoping for a doctor other than Adrien to be in.

The scan would show one of Wash's lower ribs on his right side was broken, and that it had punctured his liver. The damage wasn't horrible, but bad enough to have added to his pain, for sure. ]

I wouldn't say it's out. [ He gives a weak snort of a bitter laugh. ]

But I'm sure she found it therapeutic.

[ While he wasn't about to say that Tex had been the only one who managed to actually land any hits because that was embarrassing enough on its own, he also wasn't going to lie and say it was out of either of their systems. He was sure it wasn't. However, Tex successfully messing him up just enough to make things difficult on him for a while had no doubt satisfied her. ]

[ It was a good thing that Adrien was focused on the scan as it kept him from rolling his eyes; at the PAIR of them. ]

Do you two always get along this well or are these circumstances something unique?

[ Or in other words, were they always fighting one another back home or was the Moira special?

The scan work was completed fairly quickly and Adrien pulled up the results to study the injury to the rib and liver. He frowned as he flipped the image for review from a couple of angles, before he asked. ]

Do you have any bleeding disorders or Hepatitis? [ He paused and then looked at Wash's face to explain, before he got lamblasted for suggesting the man might have an STD. ]

There isn't much in the way of active treatment for a broken rib. As for the punctured liver, I'm not going to go in and operate on the latter unless you have a pre-existing condition that would suggest a bleed out risk.

Technically I shouldn't have seen her in years and shouldn't be dealing with her now, since she's dead. So I guess you could call these unique circumstances.

[ Back home, he'd never really gotten to know Tex when he'd been around her. And then all at once he'd known too much about her, but never should have seen her again. It's only been on the Moira that he's personally gotten to know her while at the same time deal with conflicting issues over the memories he has of her that don't actually belong to him. It's made things...interesting between the two of them, to say the least.

At Adrien's next question, Wash is entirely prepared to bristle over the suggestion that he might have an STD but, with the subsequent explanation, settles down and manages to offer no more than a harsh exhale rather than angry words. ]

No, nothing like that. [ Thank god. Last thing he wants is surgery. ] You're going to tell me that all I can do is lie down and rest as much as possible, aren't you.

[ Something he is absolutely not good at. ]

[ Believe it or not but there had been a time in his past when Adrien would have been taken aback at the suggestion that someone was dead and also alive. Now, he takes that sort of news a little more in stride.

Though it did shed a little bit of light on the idea that there was definitely something that Tex and Wash needed to work out between the two of them.

At the latter statement he merely nodding confirmation of the worst. ]

That is exactly what I'm going to advise. Rest, very light exercise, absolutely no lifting anything heavier than five to ten pounds and a repeat visit here once a week so we can monitor the progress of the liver injury.

As well as the standard, if you feel any increase in pain, sudden onset of fever or shortness of breath you return to the MedBay immediately.

[ He paused, before reaching up to rub his hand across the back of his neck. ]

And if you and Tex still feel like talking, perhaps do so across the MID unless you both believe you can keep from throwing punches.

[ Son of a bitch. Even if he was anticipating it, the affirmation that his guess was right had Wash tipping his head back against the table, rolling his eyes, and sighing. Even if the sigh earned a faint wince. ]

Great.

[ Adrien bringing Tex back up, however, drew his gaze back to the doctor. Sticking to talking over the MID was the smart thing to do while their attitudes toward one another were so aggressive, but Wash wasn't stupid enough to think that either of them would actually do that. Besides, aggression over the MID could just as easily lead to one of them hunting the other down to give them shit. They were kind of beyond reason for the time being.

He didn't bother acknowledging the suggestion with anything more than the look, but on the topic of Tex... ]

You look like someone we know. And I don't mean 'you share some resemblances', I mean you have the exact same face.

[ It seemed only fair to let Adrien know, right? If it fucked with Tex's relationship with him, well, that was her own fault for not coming clean about it. ]

Her boyfriend, coincidentally. Or, ex-boyfriend. I have no idea, they were back and forth a lot. He was here for a while but disappeared not that long ago. Like Tex, he's dead back home.

[ There was a movement of his shoulder that could have maybe been considered a shrug. ]

Figured you should know.

Yeah, I got that memo. [ Adrien remarked as he made notes to upload into Wash’s MID file. ]

I’ve also experienced before, with my previous employer. It really wasn’t a point of concern. [ He explained, the words tinged with a question. Because the way Wash and Tex approached the situation here, Adrien had to wonder why it was such a pain point.

Listening to Wash explain, however, kind of shed light on that. Adrien took a deep breath, held it and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. After a minute, he dropped his hand away and shook his head. ]

Well, I can promise both you and her that anything like that is not even a consideration. My life is fucked up enough as it is; I don’t need a complication like that.

[ As he spoke, he motioned that Wash could sit up, if he wished. ]

Do you need me to dispense some aspirin or do you already have a supply?

[ Taking note of the gesture, Wash shifted himself slowly, sitting himself up. The action is careful and slightly awkward, however, as he used one arm to push himself up and the other to cradle his sore rib. Even through the pain, he had to snort at Adrien's words. ]

I don't care about whether it's a consideration or not. I just thought you should know just in case because I had the feeling she wasn't going to tell you.

[ This was, of course, him pretending that there was no sense of jealousy and that there hadn't an air of it back on the shooting range when they'd met. It wasn't a feeling he wanted to have, because it wasn't even his. It was all of the Director's feelings, Alpha's feelings, everything that fucking Epsilon had left him with that left him stuck with this attachment to Tex that he shouldn't have.

And it was his anger over having these feelings and memories of her that had Wash acting out and trying to sabotage her friendship with Adrien. Even knowing full well that none of it was Tex's fault. ]

Some aspirin would be good, if there's really nothing more you can do for this.

[ A beat. ]

Something stronger than aspirin would be even better.

[ Seriously, he could use some time drugged up. As much as he hated the idea of his mental functions being even slightly compromised, the idea of having some span of time where he didn't have to deal with all the shit he was handling right now sounded really nice. ]

[ Adrien shook his head. ]

You don't need anything stronger than aspirin; if you did I'd be keeping you here. [ He said in a level tone. Unfortunately for Wash, he'd just run into a doctor who didn't believe it using drugs unless the need was dire. They were too easy to become dependent upon and in Adrien's experience they slowed healing, rather than aided it.

It was a delicate balance, to ensure the body could relax enough to rest but he didn't see anything in Wash that suggested the man needed narcotics. ]

If you need too, you can shorten the time you take the aspirin to four hours and if you do find that the pain is too severe, even then you can always come back and we can admit you for administering something stronger.

[ Yeah... That was pretty much the answer he'd expected to get. Wash didn't bother getting disappointed, his hopes hadn't been high, anyway. The comment had been more offhand than anything else.

There was a slight raise in one shoulder, something of a stiff, half-shrug, before he slowly lowered his feet to the floor, sliding carefully from the examination table. If that was all he was getting done here, then he'd be leaving just as soon as he got some aspirin. ]

Right. Noted.

[ A nod, and then a glance back toward the door he'd come in just five or so minutes ago. Hand sliding back over his torso, Wash turned his gaze back on Adrien, eyebrows raising. ]

Is that everything?

So long as you don't make your circumstances worse? Yes.

[ An innocuous statement that was no doubt just asking for trouble.

Adrien walked to a counter and rummaged about before turning and tossing a small bottle towards Wash. ]

Aspirin. Two every six hours.

Great.

[ Yeah, he'll totally do nothing but rest until this is healed. Definitely. Don't worry about it, doc.

Catching the bottle out of the air as it's tossed in his direction, Wash nods. He goes to take a step, pauses, almost seems to fight internally for a second, then looks back at Adrien. ]

...Thanks.

[ It's a bit grudging, but it's a thank you nonetheless. Without waiting for a response, he resumes his step and starts making his (admittedly awkward and painful) way back toward the medbay doors. He's slow enough that he can't really escape any words that might follow, but he'll shrug them off like he did anyway. ]

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