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( july event log )

Who: Everyone
When: July 18th and on
Where: Slave trade outpost in the Runoff.
What: The Ingress malfunctions, sending the Moira into a different universe. Some of the crew end up on one of the Runoff’s many slave trading outposts.
Warnings: Sex, murder, kidnapping.

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deep in the murk
"It comes first and follows after. Ends life, kills laughter."

With the outcome of the battle against the Caducans and the Moira having twisted together with their ship to form a strange combination of glass, metal, and organic parts (both across the ship and among the crewmembers), there is still the matter of the Ingress not functioning “properly”. It hasn’t worked correctly since the very first person arrived on the Moira through it, and there is little the Captains themselves know about its functions. However, now, more than before, it’s even worse than that. The Ingress malfunctions yet again. This time, though, it doesn’t simply combine time and space and objects around it—it encompasses the entirety of the ship and sends it far off into a completely different universe. Welcome to:

( click text for a rough map/layout )

This puts the Moira closer to its final destination, and most of the glass has disappeared as the Caducan ship has been left behind aside from small things here and there (i.e., some of the walls in the corridors, random furniture in the rooming decks, the rooms themselves). Even the mess hall has permanently changed. Yet, there is some bad news that comes with this transition. The universe the ship is in is so terrible that it has been given its own name so that travelers avoid it altogether. Even the Captains themselves are aware of just how Bad News this universe is and had originally planned to take “the long way around” to avoid it. Anything shady or unsavory can be found in the Runoff, and while it might not appeal to the majority, it is simply second-nature to those who inhabit it. From arms trafficking to drugs, whatever one might think is illegal somewhere else is suddenly very legal and very dangerous.

Through the transition, some of the crew will accidentally end up on a nearby outpost specifically used for slave trade. It is a covered, temporary establishment used only for this purpose, meaning there are no open markets, hotels, or businesses of any sort. Stalls and tents line dirty streets, and ships litter the space around the outpost. This is a slave trade zone. People come and go but do not stay. Various lifeforms can be found here, and there are many different forms of slave trade happening. The motto “honor among thieves” does not exist in this place either. Crew who end up here will be “free”; however, this means that there is the potential to be taken and sold or kept by those of the Runoff. The Moira will not be close to this outpost, but the signals given from their MIDs will alert the crew to their location. Rescue, obviously, is imminent, but those who choose to help their fellow crewmembers must keep to small stealth missions using transporters or other crafts with one important detail in mind: they cannot bring attention or notice to the Moira itself.

Almost one-third of the crew has found themselves on the slave trade outpost, leaving the rest to plan for rescue. The Captains will immediately divulge all information that they have about the outpost, which is unfortunately very little outside of the stigma associated with the Runoff. The Captains will ask any MID techs or those with skills to create a program that allows person to person location; this function will allow crewmembers to search for those on the outpost via their MIDs. Rescue efforts are encouraged, and all the ships and transporters in the cargo bay will be available for public use. Crew will be told to be careful and quiet, bringing no attention to the Moira’s location, and most importantly, do not stand out. If crew look and act like they don’t belong there, others will notice. Stealth is the name of the game, and blending in is a necessity.

☄ time goes by slowly

The unfortunate crewmembers who ended up on the outpost have now found themselves pursued by those looking to make a profit through slave trade. The standards of hard labor vary from owner to owner, but it is what it sounds like. Rough, hard work that will last as long as the body performing it can endure. If purchased, owners might examine their new property to determine what type of work they’d be best suited for and then split them up into holding areas until they are done with their purchases. Others might have their slaves begin work by cleaning their ship or holding stalls or packing up their tents and gear. The owners, and their needs, are as varied as the universe. Did you manage to escape? Or were you forced to work before you were rescued?

☄ and it seems to last forever

Like the crewmembers taken by general labor owners, the murdersport slavers buy and take whomever they believe can last the longest in the pit. Some take those who appear to be strong or have great stamina, and some take those who are light on their feet or are quick-witted. Some crew are chosen simply based on appearance and how good they’ll look in their gear. If pursued, the slavers will do everything they can to capture the Moirans, and if captured, crew might be taken to a holding stall or a testing pit so that their skills can be witnessed by the public and tested. Some slavers want to show off their new property by throwing them into small roped off areas with other slaves, various creatures, or machines. Some make them stand up in front of groups and simply show them off, boasting that, at the next big event in the Runoff, they’ll surely win the grand prize. What kind of slaver has taken you? Will you be forced to fight before you rescue? Or will you not make it to the Moira before the Ingress pulls you back?

☄ but then it starts to fly ( cw: sex )

As is typical of this universe, slave trade comes in various forms. The most notorious being its illustrious sex trade. Slaves are bought and sold quickly and often, with no notable preference for appearance or species. Buyers come from all over to find slaves to work in their brothels, for personal use, as in-house entertainment, and much more. While the other two most popular type of slave trade don’t care as much about the physical well being of their property, these specific owners usually do. They might try to incapacitate first, so that the slaves aren’t bruised or cut, and if necessary, use binds until they can get them back to their ships or holding stalls. Some owners have their slaves cleaned and dressed in the finest attire, while others shove them into uniforms and tossed into stalls. Were you captured? Did you escape? Or were you rescued before something untoward occurred?

What's more, events of the past always have a way of coming back to haunt you.

Months past, a monster terrorized the crew and left a very literal mark upon those that it touched. Those scarred by encounters with the Ploiatos will find their minds drifting as they work and go about their day. They may also find themselves in a different part of the ship than intended when they come back to themselves. It happens slowly, these small moments of lost time. But both before and after these events occur, one might notice that the scars seem to shift slightly. Where the patterns have been stable for months, suddenly the branching arms of the scars appear to be in a slightly different position than before. More often than not, those who lose time will regain awareness and find themselves in Navigation. When this happens, oftentimes Captain Manasseh will herd them out with a quiet, but undeniably firm, suggestion to visit the infirmary. More unsettling are the moments when they awaken in the I.L.R. standing outside the one door that should never be opened. As for those who were lucky enough to avoid encounters with the creature locked within, they must figure out how to deal with their friends and fellow crew who seem to walk around in a fog with no control of their actions.

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Sure. Bar's gone, but I stashed whiskey some in my room.

[Well, the bar might be back by now, but Boone hasn't been on the ship since the glass disappeared. He only knows that his hands are back to normal. He gets to his feet, sways a little, and rubs his head. And then he just kind of watches Saitama bounce on the bed, looking perplexed.]

You're gonna hit your head doing that.

Ooh, whiskey is good! I'd buy us a drink here, but I should probably, you know, save that money. [to buy PEOPLE with, because that's somehow in Saitama's power. He is inherently a Good Guy, so the power will be well spent.

Also, still bouncing on the bed.]

I'm making it convincing. [aaaand, the bed frame breaks. Breaks right in half.]

Oh. Whoops.

Might attract attention doing that anyway. Didn't see any other slavers buying their slaves drinks.

[He folds his arms, wrinkling his nose a little when he explains what he's doing. Ugh.]

Pretty sure you don't need to-

[And there goes the bed.]

...You're probably gonna have to pay for that.

[He's also wondering how the hell he's going to explain that. There's being rough, and then there's... well, breaking the goddamn bed in half.]

Eh, I got it covered. Gotta blow all this money while I'm here, anyways. [Saitama doesn't think it'll be worth anything back on the ship, so may as well]

I was joking before, but I probably should carry you out. [NOT SURE YOU'D BE WALKING AFTER THAT....]

[Saitama gets a long-suffering sigh in response, before he relents.]

Looks that way.

[Oh boy, walking past those slavers is going to be fun. He'll just comfort himself knowing that when he next sees them, it'll be through his scope.]

Guess I'm ready when you are.

You know anybody else caught up here with you? We could get them on the way out. [he'll stumble off the bed, catching himself with the wall]

My wrist thing has been beeping, so I think the ship is on it's way. Dunno how long.

[Did you think Saitama was the ship's rescue squad? Because he's totally not. For once, he's the early one!]

There was another guy, but he got out before me. Not sure about anyone else.

[His eyebrows raise slightly when he mentions the ship.]

You mean they didn't send you?

Me? Nah, I just ended up here all of a sudden. I was walking the hall with some soda and poof! [he'll do a gesture with his hands, like it needed further demonstration]

Same thing happen to you?

Huh. Yeah, that happened to me too.

[Minus the soda. He rubs his chin, brows furrowed.]

So you just kinda... found me by accident?

I signed up for this arena thing? It was pretty boring, so they paid me to leave. Figured I should look for people off the ship, if I had a bunch of money to get rid of. I thought I'd find Genos, but you popped up.

[Arena? He scowls. Of course they'd have arenas here.]

Maybe we'll find him when we leave.

[And then after a moment, where he sort of awkwardly scratches the back of his head-]

So you didn't really have to get me outta here. I, uh... thanks.

[He could have just kept on looking for Genos, if he'd wanted. Instead he's in here, killing time to keep up appearances so he can get them both out safely. Boone was grateful before, but now he really does owe him a drink.]

[aww, look at you Boone, das cute]

No problem, man, we're pals! [he'd never leave a buddy behind like that! He does what good he can, when he can, and doesn't stress too much about "what ifs".]

Besides, I don't even know if he's here. He could be back on the ship, for all I know.

[He's totally not used to people who are just nice and don't expect anything in return.]

Yeah.

[He smiles, just a little, for the first time since he arrived at the outpost. With everything that's happened here, and all of those horrible memories that came with it, it's nice to know someone in this place has his back.

He gets back to business pretty quickly, though. He's not too good with all that mushy stuff.]

Got a couple of people I'm wondering about, myself. If we're already looking, I can look for them while we're at it.

[Yes, good, Saitama isn't much of a sap himself. He's just glad he did something good for a friend and he wanted to do as much more as possible.]

Definitely, we'll look all over until the ship gets here. It's probably got better tracking. [the MID'sare mysterious, but so long as people still had theirs it should give the Moira a way to locate anybody missing. At least, that's what Saitama assumes.]

What're their names? I'm keeping an eye out for Genos... ah, and Riptide! He's a, fucking, big robot though, he'll be easy to spot if around. [there's no waaaay Riptide got into trouble though ha... haha...]

Elle and Surely. Was actually trying to contact Elle before I got knocked out and brought here.

[Though he knows both women can handle themselves just fine, he doesn't know exactly what they're up against here. It's easy to get cornered or ambushed, as many of them have already found out.]

Think I've seen those robots around the Moira. Never talked to any of them, though.

[It should be pretty easy to find a huge robot though, even here.]

You, two woman, a cyborg, and a robot, huh? I'm gonna have a pretty funny reputation in this place. [he finds this amusing, at least]

Probably already gonna be funny once you tell those slavers you broke their bed.

[Adding the rest to the mix isn't likely to help matters, though. And while Boone isn't in much of a mood to find things funny, he can at least appreciate how crazy it all sounds.]

I'm not gonna tell them, they can find out. [if they're annoyed then they should have charged him more]

Think it's been long enough, lets... [wait, he's gotta reach into his pocket and pull out Boone's sunglasses, because clearly seeing those are what tipped him off that Boone was even here, so he had to also negotiated for those]

... blow this joint. [SUNGLASSES ON. YEYEAAAAH.

What an asshole.]

...

[Slowly, he walks over to Saitama, and without a word he gently plucks the sunglasses from his face.]

Yeah.

[All right, let's get this over with.]

You get my beret too?

[he'll let that happen, but after, he's sweeping Boone up into his arms like it ain't no thing.]

Nah, I didn't find that. I only came in here because I saw some guy wearing your glasses. [YEP. It was literally that simple, Saitama does really good things exclusively on whims and hunches.]

[He barely reacts to being picked up. He knew it was going to happen.]

It's important. Tell them anything you want, but I can't leave this place without it.

[His shades? He can get new ones. The beret? No way.]

Well, play dead and I'll find it. [he's going to have to pay for the bed now, isn't he? Oh well. He'll wander back out with Boone in his arms, a chipper slaver woman asking if he was satisfied with his purchase. He'll agree, sure, and ask about the Beret, saying it was "apart of the deal" which confounds the woman and makes her quite nervous. She definitely didn't want this mysterious (possibly very dangerous based on the sound of things) man to demand a refund.

Eventually a bodyguard, probably one of the men who knocked Boone out, shows up with the hat on. The woman demands he give it back, when the man refuses, Saitama starts laughing loudly.]

AHAAHAA--You're wearing it on your head--? Hahahaa, man, gross. [which is the kind of reaction that makes the soldier really not want the thing anymore.

Beret get!]

[For what it's worth, he does a good job of pretending to be passed out. He tucks his head against Saitama's chest rather than just let his head loll about since he already has a goddamn headache, but his arms swing lifelessly even as they knock against things. The only thing that could give him away would be the brief, confused twitch of his eyebrows at Saitama's sudden laughter, but with his head angled like this nobody sees it. Well, it's not the kind of tactic Boone would have used, but if it works it works.]

[Saitama will retrieve the Beret, leave some extra coins for the mistress's trouble and the bed, then stroll out. He's really not odd looking at all, with the man in his arms and he'll be sure they're good and far away before he stops]

I don't think anybody tailed us, we should be good.

[He drops the act pretty quickly, and when he's back on his feet again he takes the beret and shades and puts them back on. The collar already clearly advertises what he was bought for, so for all he knows people will just assume it's a weird fetish thing. He can live with that.]

Didn't get to see much of this place before they grabbed me. You know where you're headed?

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