( 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

i - shows up 15 minutes late with starbucks

[knaval]

[while adrien stumbles and falls, he'll probably hear a deafening clang and a lot of swearing not far from where he fell. after that, a lot of scraping and clanging.

good lord, what could be happening? are two of the robots banging outside?

no, actually. there's just one of them. he's not quite right inside the room where adrien was, but having met riptide in person, adrien might recognise the leg that suddenly rams through the door.

woops.]

Mmmmmm Starbucks!

[prorenataa]

[ Of the many things that go through Adrien's mind, while in the midst of being crushed to the floor himself, the idea of two 'bots banging just outside MedBay's doors is not one of them.

Thankfully. That is an image he does not need to be loaded up with.

Particularly when he's now lying beneath a large piece of medical equipment and staring at a much larger leg that is now smashed through the MedBay door. ]

Couldn't you just knock!

[ He wheezed out. ]

[knaval]

Oh, god, there's someone in there! Guy, I didn't hurt you did I?

[he calls out from outside. shit, god damn it.]

Can I move my leg without crushing you? That would be great.

[prorenataa]

No. I'm pretty sure the medical equipment that fell on me has done the damage.

[ Adrien said in a dry tone. ]

Is that you, Riptide? Draw your leg back as straight as you can and you should be alright.

[knaval]

You got me!

[ohhh that doesn't sound good. his leg very carefully starts moving out.]

Are you okay? That sarcasm didn't sound very pleasant.

[prorenataa]

I've been better. [ He acknowledges, if for no other reason than to not surprise Riptide if the 'bot peeks into the Medbay; the doctor is looking a bit squished. ] I've also been worse.

How are things out there? Is the ship still intact?

[knaval]

I'll take it.

[his leg moves a bit more and there's the sound of metal creaking.]

Uhhh. I dented the wall and some stuff fell over. That's all I can see, but I guess there's nothing super back because there's no screaming.

[prorenataa]

It concerns me that our measurement for nothing being 'super bad' is the presence or lack of screaming.

[ Really, it did bother him. ]

Did you injure yourself?

[knaval]

I mean, it's true though, isn't it?

[riptide is aware that it's kind of fucked up, but what can you do.]

No, I'm fine. I fall over far more than is probably normal for anyone, so. Is Meh around? I'm sure she can help you and make sarcastic comments.

[prorenataa]

I didn't argue that point, just mentioned that it concerns me.

[ He huffed from his position under the equipment. ]

I don't know where Doctor Yewll is at the moment, it's my shift. [ Which was why he'd been in here, working and then falling and ending up squished. ]

[knaval]

Like there's another way to measure disasters?

[riptide snorts.]

I wasn't aware the good doctor even left the medibay. She's like Ratchet, only tiny and terrifying.

[prorenataa]

Well sorry to disappoint but you've only got myself at the moment.

[ He ground out, trying to shift and get some relief beneath the equipment pinning him down. ]

Actually, that should be I've only got myself at the moment.

[knaval]

Oh, Adrien, I could never be disappointed with you.

[said airily, like a dainty southern belle.]

Medibay short staffed, then?

[riptide finally pulls his leg out with a grunt.]

[prorenataa]

[ ... ]

Yeah, okay that was just disturbing on a number of levels. [ He grumbled. ] It's early in the shift yet, I was down here trying to get some inventory completed.

[ Insomnia was twice the level of suck this particular cycle. ]

[knaval]

Huh. You want some help picking it up? I can use my holo.

[or just reach in and sweep it all into the garbage it's all the same to riptide, really.]

[prorenataa]

[ OMG Riptide!! This equipment is worth more than Adrien himself. Please don't throw it in the trash.

Err besides it wouldn't fit in a waste disposal chute. ]

Well for the time being I can breath, it's just less comfortable than I'm used to enjoying.

[knaval]

...That's not a stoic way to say there's something crushing your chest, is there?

[there's some scuffling and scraping as riptide repositions himself, trying to angle so he can look in.]

[prorenataa]

[ There is a telling pause before Adrien says. ]

More like a snarky way to distract myself from having my chest crushed.

[ Because when Riptide gets a peek into the main bay of Medical he'll be able to see that the doctor is quite thoroughly pinned beneath a large, heavy looking piece of equipment. To a 'bot the equipment might not look that large but Adrien can promise it's quite dense (there may be lead involved) and it's currently got the doctor well and thoroughly pinned from shoulder to hip to thigh.

The corner of the wall kept the equipment from crushing down on his skull, so Adrien's face peeks out from beneath it, blood trickling from a head wound, as well as one arm. Unfortunately the angle that arm lays at is not natural for a humanoid so he's in no position to try to push the equipment off himself.

Squished doctor is squished and stuck. ]

I'd like to say I can explain but I have no fucking idea what's happened.

[knaval]

If I had to hazard a guess, [riptide says awfully calm. he's still not quite aware of how fragile humans can be.] that thing fell on you.

...

Did you enjoy your trip?

[prorenataa]

[ RIPTIDE!!!

Adrien was glaring at the 'bot and after a long moment of considering possible threats (which was laughable because 'squishy organic' vs 'hulking inorganic') before he came up with a plausible one. ]

You know, I could just suggest to Ratchet that you're due for a full, thorough and invasive as possible physical ... given the unfortunate fall I 'witnessed' you experience just now.

[knaval]

[GASP]

You wouldn't dare! [he's trying to angle in so he can help adrien, though.] That's downright sadistic, doctor.

[prorenataa]

What can I say? I have a mean streak when being smashed to the floor by a couple tons of machinery!

[ Someone was over exaggerating just a bit. After all, if it were a couple of tons, he'd be dead. ]

[knaval]

Oh. I guess that's heavier than I thought it was.

[he eventually manages to edge into the medibay, leaning forward on his haunches and reaching out with a Big Hand.]

How delicate is that machinery?

[prorenataa]

Very!

[ Adrien was quick to caution. ]

And I'm not entirely sure how to fix it if it gets broken. If you could just, set it back upright, perhaps?

[knaval]

I'll be careful, doctor. Honest.

[naturally, he immediately knocks a lamp over.]

...Practice run!