thisavrou_log | ( june event log )

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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh for Fates' sake. [ Adrien groaned, pressing his head down on the floor and then immediately yelping as his cut protested the action. ]

Rip-Tide [ The two words were drawn out. Unspoken was the please do not break either the equipment or the doctor!! ]

Sorry! Just--

[he moves a bit slower, waving when he gets into a position that lets him actually see adrien.]

Alright, you're the doctor. Do I push it off you quickly or slowly?

Is there any chance you could right it, back up to it's base?

[ Adrien asked, his current angle making it hard for him to see how Riptide was positioned and what sort of grip he could get. ]

Fast or slow doesn't matter but if you can get it back on it's base, it should be safe.

I'm asking about you, ya dingus. I could care less about that machine right now.

[riptide pointedly makes a pout, then realises adrien probably can't see him.]

...Just so you know, I'm frowning.

[ And that children, is Adrien's self image in a nutshell.

The doctor actually blinks (not at being called a dingus, he's been called worse) and tries to get his head around this idea. ]

Err, I'll be fine, either way I suppose. [ The damage was already done. ] Well, I mean please don't drop it back on me by accident.

Yeah, I don't know much about medicine but even I know that'd do it.

[very carefully, riptide wraps a hand around a free part of the machine and starts lifting it up.]

Just tell me if you need a moment.

[ Weeelll ...

Okay, maybe Riptide had a point with the slow vs fast thing. Adrien hadn't been completely aware of just how some limbs had been pinned and now, as the equipment lifted, blood was rushing back to those limbs. Pin pricks and tingles followed. ]

Ugh! [ He grumbled, resting his head against the floor (and then wincing as the cut on his forehead yelled at him again. ]

Just, lift it off, Riptide. [ He decided. ]

Alright, alright.

[without further ado, he pulls the whole thing up. ripping the bandaid off.]

[ For a moment, Adrien saw stars. His vision narrowed and sound came to him as if through a wind tunnel because while this was not the worst pain he'd ever experienced, it was highly unpleasant.

Breathing, slow and steady kept him from passing out and after a few breaths, he moved very slowly, testing his limbs. Well testing three limbs, he already knew the fourth was dislocated.

Eventually he rolled towards his good side and blinked up in Riptide's direction. ]

No offense, but I'd rather not make this a habit.

I think that requires mutual effort.

[he balances the machine upright.]

All good?

[ Adrien grumbled at Riptide's first point but didn't disagree with him.

As for the question?

The doctor groaned and slowly started to push himself up onto his knees. ]

Yeah, relatively speaking.

[ He said, reaching around to touch his obviously dislocated left arm. For the record Riptide, the dangling limb is what humans look like when slightly dinged up. Though the doctor's calm assessment was genuine. Compared to the damage he could have suffered, the dislocated shoulder was a minor annoyance. ]

Thank you, for playing lift.

No problem, doc. Let me know if this happens again, yeah?

[THUMBS UP. he frowns lightly in concern but isn't sure as to the extent of the damage.]

You need any help? I can call someone.

[ Indulging in an internal shudder at the idea of this 'happening again', he glanced towards Riptide at the 'bot's offer and then shook his head. ]

It's alright, Riptide, I can manage it. This isn't the first time I've had a dislocated shoulder. It's a pretty straight forward fix.

Alright.

[he sits back on his haunches and cocks his head at adrien. yeah he's waiting for you to fix it.]

[ Adrien stared at the 'bot expression full of really? but after a moment, he sighed and walked over to one of the other walls.

Slowly, he lowered himself down to sit cross legged, pushing his lower back against the wall and then straightening until he shoulders and the back of his head were flush with the wall. There was some wincing as he got into the position but for the time being, the cursing was kept internal.

Taking a deep breath, then a second when he exhaled he slowly began drew the bad arm back towards the wall, elbow at a ninety degree angle to the ground. Using his good right hand around his wrist, and some flexibility he reached over his head to grab his left wrist.

Slowly, breathing through the discomfort, he lifted the bad arm up, folding the forearm over top his head and gently forcing the ball joint to shift as he put tension on it with is right hand. It took a few minutes, was fairly anti-climatic but then there was a soft, sickening pop sound and Adrien exhaled a deep breath slumping forward with a sense of relief. ]

F*****g f**k f****r ***k

[riptide just winces at the display.]

Easy fix, huh? You're surrounded by anaesthetics and you didn't-- honestly, Adrien.

Oy! I do not need any back seat doctoring here. [ He groused, mostly because he was shaking off the last of the pain and did not need reminding that he was an idiot at times.

He knew.

He was also pushing himself back up to his feet, shaking out the repaired arm as he explained. ]

A shift in gravity and axis like that, I'm not the only organic who is going to be bumped, bruised or broken. I can't do my job if I'm spaced out on pain killers, Riptide.

Uh? Dah-hoy? Localised.

[RIPTIDE WHERE IS YOUR PHD]

[ Riptide...

Riptide!!

Medical doctors are MDs, not PhDs. This is why he's not taking your advice! ]

I'm not risking it.

[ Oh but he is stubborn on this point. For all he bitches about having to 'doctor' people, it actually takes his being dead before he'll stop trying to do his job. ]

Psh. Your choice, old man. I'm totally telling Meh on you though.

[#getrekt]

[ Walking over to check on the equipment Riptide had lifted off of him, Adrien next turned to survey just how much shit he had to pick up around the Medbay.

Answer?

A lot. ]

Go right ahead, Riptide. I suspect she's going to tell you this was SOP.

It was what now?

[he watches adrien, head cocked.]

SOP? [ He repeated, perhaps a little too used to the idea of military language being universal.

Walking over to where a group of bandages had fallen out of upper cabinets, he began to scoop them up off the floor. ]

Standard Operating Procedure. Or in other words, status quo. It wouldn't surprise her to hear your report and I suspect she'd agree with me in terms of the medical staff needing to be clear headed and ready to aid the crew.

She might be a little shocked to hear you were almost crushed...

[or would she? riptide has to think on this for a few minutes. damn worldly medics.]

Alright, alright, is there anything I can do to help at least?

She's more likely to ask if the equipment was damaged.

[ Adrien responded. There was no heat or judgement in his tone; just matter of fact.

As for the question?

He glanced around and then looked over at Riptide a little dubiously. ]

How good is your ability to pick up tiny items? At least, tiny for you?

[ He held up a box of band-aids. It was already small in Adrien's hand, in Riptide's it would be minute. ]

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