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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-08-01 12:13 am

( august intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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old but unfamiliar faces
"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once."

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

At first, this month seems no more unusual than the previous one for those who have been aboard the Moira for any amount of time. The crew who had landed on the slaver outpost were rescued, and with everyone aboard, the ship has pushed forward into the darker parts of the Runoff. Anyone arriving through the Ingress follows the same routine—moving from the Ingress room into the Medbay for their physical and contract before being assisted by seasoned crew members and helped to their assigned decks. But all familiar things must eventually come to an end: two final travelers come through the Ingress. The first, and most noticeable difference between them and all the others, is their clothing. Both are dressed in standard Moira uniforms, though they bear the insignia of one sharing the same rank as Captains Cúrre and Thán. After a moment to take in all the people on the platform ahead of them, one of the two latest arrivals approaches one of the Ingress panels and begins to manipulate the controls. The Ingress completely shuts down. Unlike before, however, there isn’t an imbalance felt across the ship; everything remains normal and stable.

Utilizing the computer systems located in the Ingress room, they send out the following message to the crew via the MID:

To all those aboard this vessel: I am Ira Phirun, assigned captain of the Moira. First Mate Egan and I will be commandeering all rights to the ship as soon as word is sent to those currently in charge. Expect a more detailed report as soon as all records and logs in Navigation have been reviewed by myself and the First Mate. All questions will be answered in a timely matter. For now, there will be no interruption of daily routine or reprimand if conduct among ranks is broken. Thanks for your time.

Heading to Navigation, the Captain and First Mate, for seemingly unknown reasons, approach Navigator Manasseh and have her show them all records and logs of the Moira. Those working in Navigation when the Captain and First Mate arrive will see Mana greet them in a professional manner. Oddly, the Captain and First Mate act very familiar with the Navigator. They review all documents, but when they come upon news that the Ploiatos is on board, their mostly friendly demeanor shifts quickly. The Captain issues a sharp order, unintelligible to those who are close enough to overhear parts of their conversation, and without any warning at all, Mana loses consciousness and collapses right there on the bridge. Within minutes of this happening, the ship as a whole falls into a low power state with basic functions only. Mana’s MID alerts Medbay, and without hesitation, Captain Cúrre places her in cryo with strict orders to those who work there not to disturb the unit.

As promised, the Captain and First Mate soon address the crew.

lights down low
The lighting has dimmed in all the rooms and halls, the normally crisp air that is pumped from the vents low, and all machines and tech are running at half-speed. These effects can be found throughout the ship. Water in the showers remain hot for only a few minutes before reverting to cold. Recreational equipment powers off not long after it has been turned on. The sanitation and water filtration systems require an hourly manual reboot, and all unused areas of the ship have no power allotted to them until a crew member steps inside. Even then, most functions are not optimal. It’s as if the Moira has been transformed into a dark house with only a candle flickering on the window sill.

reuse & recycle
The Captain and First Mate are quick to establish that this is a new regime and go about making the ship and its crew more efficient in the wake of their change in course and the low power state of the ship itself. This means they will systematically inspect each occupied barracks room and leave notes for what needs to be disposed of or stowed away. Unlike before, this is no longer a pleasure cruise, and each member of the crew is a guest on board; they will not tolerate useless clutter. Anything seen as unnecessary will be either placed into storage in the Cargo Bay or disposed of through the airlock. This new need for efficiency also extends to the need to conserve resources until they reach their destination. The showers are set to an automatic timer to minimize water waste. Those few minutes of hot water are all a crew member is now given. Meals are smaller, bordering on ration sizes, and luxuries are done away with entirely in order to preserve supplies so that the ship can go longer before needing to dock at a planet.

new jobs, same faces
The Captain and his First Mate, as expressed in their addressing of the Moira, explain that work efficiency is a priority. Applications for a head of the following departments will be accepted for a short period: Navigation, the Tower, Medbay, Defense, the Hold, Sanitation, Ingress work, and the Galley/Mess Hall. (Here.) After reviewing what they receive, one head of department will be chosen and tasked with helping crew find positions relevant to those departments and their own skillsets. They will be allowed to retain any positions that they held before that aren’t ship-functional jobs, but they will have to be done in leisure time. In two weeks time, they’ll be accepting department position applications which will be approved, and all those that do not apply will be assigned in accordance with their initial work application. They will also choose three individuals to act as guards of Ploiatos to ensure that there is a rotation available at all times. Will you choose to follow this new decision and promote yourself into a position of responsibility? Or will you simply wait for a reassignment?


( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
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Vengarl of Forossa | Dark Souls 2

[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-01 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
1. Fresh from the Ingress

[There's a large flash from the Ingress - the kind you'd expect when a person comes through. But what comes out is... distinctly un-personlike.

And by that, I don't mean that a monster comes out, or a robot or a program. No, what tumbles out is a... large pile of rubble. Stones, mostly, with a few broken pieces of a rather large statue scattered within. A section of a stone pillar lays across two skeletons - both mostly intact - which are sprawled underneath. It seems a lot more like a pile of random junk than it does a person.

That is, until a low moan comes from underneath the pile of stone.
]

Urgh.... What the devil just happened...

[The voice is deep and rough, but if anyone digs through the rubble in search of a body... they aren't likely to find one.

Instead, a severed head sits at the bottom of the pile. Good thing he was wearing a helmet.
]


2. How To Get Ahead In Life:

[It might not be the most original thing in the universe, to be taken to the observation deck as soon as he's cleared from the medbay, but Vengarl cares very little about that.

For the longest time - since his decapitation all those decades ago - he's had a fascination with the stars in the sky. He's watched them for countless hours, and watched them change position as the seasons pass. And now, he's closer to them than he's ever been. As bizarre and unpleasant as today has otherwise been... he can't help but smile at that thought.

Of course, what this means is that anyone in the Observation deck for any other reason is bound to see a strange helmet lying on the ground, silently. And, upon closer inspection, they're bound to notice the severed head sitting inside, staring with seemingly dead eyes out toward the window.

Perhaps he should have put up a sign or something to warn people about that. Whoopsie.
]
Edited 2016-08-01 05:34 (UTC)
yorisearching: (long ago)

Yori | Tron (1982)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-01 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Open: 1. Ingress

The sense of being crushed and shoved at once, utter blackness while Yori fights to blink, they're not unfamiliar. How long since Yori last felt the pressure of transit to a different system? She's been human the last two months, and travel had been forbidden by the MCP far longer.

She clutches the straps of her backpack, afraid to lose hold of the disk hidden inside.

At last blinking brings sight; a glow very like her own home system, but nothing is familiar, there's no pulse of life as there should be if she was back inside any computer at all. She's still in her User clothes, but...everything feels just different enough to make her certain she's not seeing the world through User senses now.

Where is she? It looks nothing like the trap of a school. Where's Rinzler?

"Please, do you know where we are?" she asks the closest figure, and hopes she has any chance of understanding a response.



2. Nomo #008; roommate mixer?

After several extended diversions, Yori finally follows her directions all the way to the deck and the room she's been assigned.

The door opens as promised at the touch of her finger on the pad. Inside, she counts four beds in a calmer color scheme than she'd expected from this glowing ship, and a number of books sit on low shelves.

Surely she can't be the first one here. Yori shifts the weight of her backpack on her shoulders and steps inside, looking for signs of habitation.



3. Navigation

Navigation Operations Technician sounds important. Yori worries whether it is a function she can learn to fulfill with acceptable speed. Navigating in this world seems unlikely to match any of the things she'd learned at home in the Encom system.

For her first day of work she is wearing her uniform as directed, everything non-standard left behind in her room. She tugs on the material nervously. The two layers wit their high-collared design blot out most of the light from her circuits, though there's still a distinct glow at her wrists.

She holds her head high and strides into the complex patterns of people at work. Are they all Users? She can't tell.

"I'm new here," she reports quietly to the first one who takes notice of her presence. "Where can I start?"
yorisearching: (afraid)

Medbay; closed to Alan-one

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-01 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Among the flood of strangers, Yori has been swiftly processed in, shown how to use her new mapping function, and then the Users who'd made an attempt at answering her questions are called away to deal with someone considerably louder.

She edges out of the confusion, toward an emptier corner. Walking the corridors with no idea where anything is sounds like something to avoid; if she examines the map, at least she can begin to orient herself.

The tall capsules in this corner distract her. Some look occupied. Users can't be kept in stasis the same way programs are, can they? Another thing to ask, when she has time.

With so many tasks already self-assigned, she only glances at the nearest few Users to make sure they're not immediate threats.
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Venom | Guilty Gear | OTA

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-01 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Lights Down Low]

The Moira's not leaving a good impression so far. The lights were barely on, and if it wasn't for the new uniform, Venom's injury would be glowing like a beacon. One day he's going to find a way to heal that damn thing. It no longer hurt, but it was still rather vexing.

After the most unsatisfying bath ever, Venom reported to his station for his first shift. It takes him a little while longer because of the lack of lighting. The higher-ups were fortunate that he had sharper-than-average vision. He huffed and gathered his equipment, ready for... sigh... facilitating the windows... At least it would keep his mind occupied. Otherwise he'd be dwelling on his final mission.

[Reuse and Recycle - Mero]

If this was his next life, it's rather annoying.

Venom's no stranger to roughing it, but ever since taking over the Guild, he's grown accustomed to certain luxuries. Mostly the less restrictive meals and more downtime with his books. His training was more extensive as well. He didn't sit on that long as he noticed some people chucking out several objects. Only a handful were going to cargo bay. Then he overheard them barking about taking anything they deemed frivolous.

They wouldn't dare-!

He immediately lifted his mattress and shoved his cue case underneath it. The shape of the unusual bed made it difficult, but once he smoothed it out, it looked like nothing had happened. If they asked questions, he would answer as honestly as possible. But if they touched that case, they would answer to him.

Once it was stashed away, he did a little exploring as the purge continued.

[ooc: I will match brackets or prose!]
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Izuku Midoriya | My Hero Academia | ota

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
A. Arrival

[He expecting to go anywhere when he opened the door into the development lab. The worst he would be expecting on the other side of the door is a heap of inventions that haven't been tested yet.

What he got was apparently a spaceship where he's signed a contract and has to deal with people examining him. Which, while he's gone through plenty of doctors in his years, is still a little uncomfortable. He makes it through just fine. Getting the MID attached to him.

And then the lights dim, and he turns to whoever's just finished.]


This doesn't seem normal, right?

B. Lights down low

[It's his first time wandering around the ship and it's hard to see. He's fairly certain this isn't how things usually are, but it still makes it hard to figure out exactly where he needs to be going.

He's not even sure where the Nomo deck is, or where he's supposed to report to do his job. And so he's mumbling to himself, quietly enough it's hard to hear unless somebody's right next to him.]

Personal defense... specialist? Are they sure they got the right person for this kind of job? Judging from the people who arrived during the time I did, I seem to be one of the younger arrivals. Unless there are a decent amount of people who are similar in age, won't most people have more experience? Wouldn't it be better to get somebody who's had more combat experience? I have some, but anybody else-


[As soon as he spots somebody who he didn't see during his arrival he'll stop mumbling and look up. For a moment he looks a little awkward and hesitant, unsure if he should approach. But it's not as though he has many other options, so he'll steel himself and walk over.]

Um... Excuse me? Do you know where the Nomo deck is...?
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Ultra Magnus | Transformers MTMTE (IDW) | OTA

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-01 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
-Arrival-

[Everything was happening so quickly. One moment, he was facing down a Decepticon army supported by none other than the Decepticon Justice Division themselves. The odds were stacked overwhelmingly against them. He had been given an upgrade. He shared a group hug (such public displays of affection were against protocol but these were extenuating circumstances) with what remained of his crew before certain doom.]

[Then, all of a sudden here he was, emerging from the Ingress, confused, disoriented, and seeing no signs of the small band he had been stranded with thanks to a treacherous mutiny.]

[As soon as he stabilized himself, Magnus opens a channel on all frequencies.]


Attention to all those who can receive this beacon. I am Ultra Magnus, formerly Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, current Second-In-Command of the Lost Light. If you can hear me, please respond! Rodimus? Megatron? Can anyone hear me?

[If you happen to see him, you might be noting that he is sporting one hell of an upgrade. He's like a building with guns now.]

-Medbay-

[First thing's first, he should check out the medbay. He has no idea how much time has passed since the fight on the Necrobot's planet and arriving here on the Moira. He takes note of the way the ship seems to be conserving power and resources, a move that he applauds. Clearly, this ship has an experienced captain at the helm. He reaches the medbay and wanders in, ducking low since his intimidating size makes it difficult to navigate tighter quarters.]

Hello, is anyone here? I'd like to speak to the chief medical officer about any possible Cybertronians that might have passed through recently.

-Reestablishing Order-

[Magnus, for one, approves of these apparently new methods of conserving resources. As he gets his bearings around the ship, he takes it upon himself to stop anyone that might be continuously abusing any non-renewable resources. Are you currently leaving your door open while playing loud music, watching TV with the sound turned up, and drying your hair at the max setting on your hair dryer? Expect a giant head to be poking in and promptly asking you to knock that shit off. Are you littering? Citizen, you better believe a giant foot is coming down in front of you, refusing you passage until you pick up your trash. Magnus has been given the job of bailiff and probation officer, and you bet your aft he's going to start issuing citations the second he's sorted himself.]

I may be new here, but it would certainly be in your best interests to desist in what you're doing. Let's all follow the rules now. We're guests aboard this ship, so we should be gracious to our hosts.
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Carol | The Walking Dead | OTA, prose or brackets!

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2016-08-01 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Shortly after Ingress]
It's not that Carol considers herself an expert on the unique brand of disorientation that is being suddenly thrust into a strange, new world, but she's not entirely new to this. Teleios was pretty weird, magic flowers and memory crystals and wish-granting dreams, but at least here she's not on any godlike bad guys' radars. (Yet?) Besides, thanks to her friendship with Beverly Crusher, Carol's been given a bit of a leg up, knows a smattering about space-venturing technology and has the helpful visuals of Beverly's Enterprise to take the edge off the culture shock (even if, given the announcement, this place seems less like Beverly's idyllic world by the second). She will miss the cozy home she and the others made, both of them actually; and not having baby Judith here with them, or Rick or Maggie or so many others, is a kick in the gut, and she's not supposed to remember any of it, but she can't worry about all that just yet.

In fact, everything including shell shock seems to take a backseat when, from what she can figure out, new management comes in and shuts out the lights. She's lived in far worse conditions, but after the way things went down on the last world she's not such a fan of shifts in leadership. But, realistically, this all changes very little for someone who is just arriving. Nothing to do but gather information and go with the flow and hope she and her people can grapple a coherent plan before anything hits the fan. In the meantime, she makes sure to carry her few, precious belongings with her and to conceal her knives and gun, though they're always ready for action if necessary.

Short of an actual idea what to do, she falls back on planning and instinct. First priority is getting to know this place, the layout and schedule and, most relevant, the people. Who might be friendly and who might be a threat, what people might think about this apparently new dynamic, while trying to decide how much lying she's willing to do and/or needs to do about herself and her intentions. She learned a lot being in Teleios those two years, enough to wish she didn't have to mess with anyone's head to feel safe, but her instinct to pretend is far older than Teleios, and she might find herself falling into the habit or deciding it's just easier, given the situation here. Any guilt she feels about that will have to get in line, and it's a long queue.

[Explorations]
So, one step at a time, she sets about getting her bearings whenever she's not working, finding out what she can about the boundaries of this place. Finding her way to and from her room on the Nomo Deck, locating the mess hall and the galley because she'll have to figure out if she's even allowed to use the cooking facilities, the laundry where evidently she's folding for her bread, for now. To the rec area to find out if it's still usable, to the armory -- which she evidently can't enter without an appointment so she hangs around outside for a moment looking lost, trying to see what she can see. The training simulation room which looks both exactly like and nothing like what she expected (she'll need help figuring it out, assuming it's even still available for use with these power restrictions), strolling by the tattoo studio out of sheer amusement though she figures it's on the chopping block, if not already outright shuttered. The lounge to marvel at the giant TV that's apparently going to be useless, the safe space which she visits out of sheer curiosity about the title, only to flee with due haste once it seems to be full of counselors. Eventually she'll make it back to Medbay to find out if they need any help in there, considering her training and the, uh, gifts she picked up over the course of interdimensional travel, and it could be useful to have access.

Some of her time is spent on the observation deck, just because it's lovely and it doesn't seem to matter if the power's out. And because it's easy to small the horrors of her own life when compared to the beauty and vastness of space. And because standing there looking awed doesn't require any kind of falsehood or explanation.

Assuming there's no immediate threat or concern, her reaction will be similar to nearly everyone she comes across: a smile, tight and anxious but conciliatory in that way people feeling out of place tend to have when they want to reach out but are unsure where to begin. She gives up trying to discern whether this reaction is genuine or not very early on and just rolls with it; given the situation here, people probably have enough on their minds without thinking overly about the mental state of an obviously new and confused person. If she can just avoid stepping in any hornet's nests until Plans A through Q formulate, she'll be fine. Probably.

((OOC: Psyched newbie here! Carol has a very triggery canon history so I have an opt-out post up for anyone's concerns, or any reason at all you don't want me to tag you. Also, in a fit of horrible timing I am leaving tomorrow for a small vacation, I plan to tag as much as I can but if I am slow it is due to that and not lack of interest, and I shall backtag to the ends of time!))
Edited 2016-08-01 05:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sadly the person who was closest to her, is also brand new to the ship and he winces and turns red as she asks him the question. Even before that, he was fidgeting with his hands and generally looking nervous and uncomfortable. But a new environment and suddenly being in space does that to people, or at least he'd certainly like to think so.

It takes him several false starts before he manages to give any answer, and even then he stumbles over his words a bit, and looks down at his gloved hands instead of at her. "Th-This is apparently the spaceship Moira."
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Asriel Dreemurr | ota

[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-08-01 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Wandering the hallways]

[Normally Asriel wouldn't leave his room - only when he absolutely had to. He returned from the Outpost less than a week ago, and the marks it left ran deep. Anytime he wandered too far from his family made him feel like he was in danger of being taken away from them again, locked up, alone, and at the mercy of someone who had no trouble treating him like an animal that deserves to be hurt.

But the people coming in to inspect his barrack was enough to motivate him to leave for a little while. Don't get in their way, don't speak up when they haven't asked you anything - if he keeps his head down, maybe they'd leave quickly and let him be.

But leaving didn't bring him any kind of comfort. Instead, he finds himself in long, dark hallways.

... Like the darkness of a cell.

It didn't occur to him until just now how much he hates the dark. His chest tightens painfully as he tries to find it in himself to stay calm.]


H-ha ha, ha... they sure did make it dark around here, didn't they?

[His laugh comes out nervously and without a smile, and anyone nearby will find a small monster wrapped in bandages slowly backing up against a wall.]
Edited 2016-08-01 06:03 (UTC)
alterplex: (56.)

venom snake | metal gear

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-01 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
A. [ SPACE ODDITY. ]

[ Huh. Well.

Venom Snake's arrival onto the ship is exactly as unceremonious and confusing as it's expected to be, with intrusive medical examinations and an endless stream of information that he digests only through sheer force of will and a healthy dose of all-suffering patience. Thankfully, this isn't anything new (welcome to his life, where the only constant is that Things Are Fucking Weird), down to the scrubs and the 'go make yourself useful' speech, but. You know, no matter how many times you go through the 'what-the-hell-and-how-the-hell' procedure, you never quite manage to detach your personal feelings about it from your pragmatism.

Which is to say, yeah, maybe Venom's a little fed up, thanks very much.

He simmers in his discomfort when he's finally left to his own devices, combing over the supplementary information that's been given to him via friendly FAQ. Remind Venom to find Dr. Banner sometime and thank him for this extensive writeup and for answering the crucial question of "What is space?", by the way. No sarcasm intended.

For now, his best bet is to get acquainted with his surroundings. Which seem to be, uh, going through some technical difficulties. Not exactly a stellar first impression of the Captains, admittedly.

Venom Snake is a shadow, footsteps muffled instinctively as he plods through the myriad of hallways and cabins available to him on this ship. The dimmed lights and dark corners don't inspire much confidence in the stability of his new accommodations, but it's something he has to work with, he supposes.

After he gets himself mostly oriented, he finds a good place to lean against and check the functions of his MID. Unfortunately, that 'good place' happens to be a door leading into a room. Someone's room. Presumably the room of the 'someone' who's coming towards him right now.

He'll snap his head up when he hears approaching footsteps, tilt his head to the side in wolfish caution.

Please tell him to move out of your way, kind stranger.
]


B. [ LIFE ON MARS? ]

[ After observing some of the routine inspections being conducted in some of the other barracks, Venom has taken it upon himself to find a secluded space away from the sleeping quarters to assess what he's retained during his impromptu space travel. He can be found doing an inventory sweep, turning his assault rifle over in his hands and checking his ammunition belt for his spare magazines, fiddling with something that looks like an iPhone that seems to be largely useless, if his deep-set frown has anything to say about it.

Feel free to approach him at any time and ask him why the hell he's messing with his guns in a dark corner (that's pretty sketchy, dude), or feel free to notice that his expression turns a touch exasperated when he reaches for something that is presumably cigar-shaped in his pocket and comes up empty.

Fuck space travel.
]


C. [ REBEL REBEL : CLOSED TO KAZUHIRA MILLER. ]

[ Combing through the resources on his MID has come up with some interesting results: namely, the presence of two familiar faces, one oddly familiar face, and the knowledge that timelines not aligning might be a very real concern here. Venom contemplates radioing in to Ocelot first— Part 1 of the two familiar faces— but decides that the wildcat will find him on his own time, on his own agenda. He's certain that the man already knows by now that Venom's stumbled upon this ship, anyway.

So. Part 2, Kazuhira Miller, becomes Venom's first candidate for contact. The number one reason for this being the case is that Venom is pretty confident that Ocelot is Perfectly Fine, whereas Kaz has the tendency to show up and be distinctly Not Fine, no judgment intended.

Venom uses the function on the MID most intimate to him, voice, and settles against the wall to make a call to his former (current?) XO.
]

—Kaz. It's me. [ Familiar, well-worn phrases. The implication here is 'stay calm'. ] Give me a location where I can find you.


D. [ ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. ]

[ wildcard! roomies, non-roomies, want to hit me up with something specific? lmk, and i'll write something up for you! PM me or hit me up on Plurk at [plurk.com profile] deuil! ]
Edited 2016-08-01 06:19 (UTC)
dum_spiro: (action :: knife :: take em on)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2016-08-01 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Carol can imagine the observation deck is a popular first destination. Most people she's met, even after she was yanked out of the hell that was formerly Earth and into a weird magical chess game between Norse gods, would love to see something like this. The way she figures it, her visit is as much for strategy as aesthetics, since she might run into other new people.]

[When she first spies the helmet, unaware what it is, she ignores it. But after a few moments she looks again, and steps closer, cautious. Is that...?]

[Gasping since it's been forever since she's seen what she can only assume is a piece of a walker, she pulls her knife and moves to stoop down to the severed head's eye level, intending to destroy its brain before it can bite anyone. Figures that she'd choose to leave a virtual paradise and end up on a tin can crawling with nightmares. At least she can keep it from spreading, and then... who the hell knows.]

[(For what it's worth, she'll feel really bad about this in a minute.)]
redrust: art by Rachel Saunders baruyon.tumblr.com ([HEAD] Side-eye)

[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-01 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[At first, Vengarl chooses to ignore the shadow of a person standing over him. Why break the silence, and possibly startle them, if he doesn't need to?

That opinion changes, though, when he hears the movement to his side. He can't turn himself to see them, but he can tell well enough from the sounds and the shadow that they're crouching down to get a closer look at him. His eyebrows raise when when she positions herself at his eye-level, knife in hand.
]

...if you intend to kill me, might I ask for a few moments longer?

[He's not all that surprised at the woman's reactions, really. He's an abomination against nature - and no longer is he safely secluded in the woods, away from the eyes of the living.

Which isn't to say that he's okay with her decision, but he certainly understands it.
]

I've never been so close to the heavens before, and I was rather enjoying the view.
yorisearching: (peaceful)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-01 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Someone comprehensible! Yori focuses on the information.

A space ship. A ship in space. Outer space, as her brief lessons explained it? That's no more incomprehensible than the last sudden change, but if she's left Rinzler behind--

For the sake of the stammering boy next to her, Yori tries to look a little less grim than her thoughts. "Thank you. May I ask if you remember a school called Inugami?"

He'd have fit in fine there, by appearance. Better, at least, than inside a computer system.
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Padmé Amidala | Star Wars | ota

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-01 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[THE INGRESS]
[It was for several seconds that she had stood, eyes closed in an attempt to ground herself, before her lashes had fluttered back, only to be greeted with a sweeping view of strangeness. It registered before anything else, the uncertainty of where she was now versus where she had been. The soft chatter of voices behind her had her looking over her shoulder, although the gentle light had her squinting slightly. Her hand was lifted and her palm opened, to gaze down at the item in her grasp, and it drew a sharp breath from her.

She could remember when Anakin had given it to her all those years ago, on a ship through space, as something to remember him by. Who would have know just what his role in her life was to be. Not even Padmé could have fathomed it. It was fuzzy and foggy, old memories mingling with new, but as her eyes traveled down on to that shimmering blue gown that she was dressed in, the confusion deepened. She pushed at her mind, recalling, of Mustafar, of the twins, of... of Anakin. A gasp was given, quick and sharp, before her eyes darted around the room, panic rising.

It seemed to be some sort of a structure, although Padmé couldn't say that she was familiar with it. Not a single face was recognized either from those that she saw, and as her hands settled over her flattened stomach, Japor snippet dangling. Obi-Wan. Luke... Leia... She had been... But... But she had died. That was a truth, and she found herself working that over and over in her mind.

She had no explanation as to why or how this had happened- or even what had happened. Was this some afterlife? Yet- she could feel the steady beat of her heart against her chest, the blood pulsing through her veins. That her emotions were a jumble wasn't surprising. Too much had happened, and the knowledge of everything pressed up against her. She paused, eyes closed again, wanting nothing more than to cry, but also knowing that crying wasn't going to help her.

Yet, as her eyes sought to adjust to the lighting, she turned and inquired softly.]
Excuse me, but do you think I could- that is, where am I?

[AFTER MEDBAY]
[The medical check had been completed, although Padmé still had no further answers to the question of how and why she was here as she was. She did expect something to happen, something to show, and yet there had been no beeping noises of complaint or anything to give way to something that wasn't standard. Now, glancing down at her wrist, she regarded the MID with an expression between curiosity and concern. How much truth they had been given, Padmé didn't know.

Her political savvy had helped her over the years, and there was much that wasn't being said, whether by design or omission. She didn't have enough of a gauge on the current situation to truly understand the politics behind it. No doubt with time Padmé would be able to flow through it as easily as she once had back home, but for now, everything was too much and she was attempting to recall all that she could.

Words kept floating through her mind, and while it all seemed fantastical, there was a part to it that also seemed very plausible. She had felt the life slipping from here, and yet here she was... Padmé had always been driven by duty and the desire to help, and even now that tug was there to continue to do so. A part of her mind asked what else did she have, and there here was an opportunity for her. It might not be the universe she was familiar with, but if what they said was true...

Standing to the side, Padmé glanced back at the medbay that she had just been escorted out of, and while she had been told that she would be moving on to her living quarters, for the moment she had been left alone. More to herself than to anyone else, she rolled the word over on her tongue, finding it unfamiliar, and yet it seemed that she would be residing there.]
Nomo. [Although as she waited, Padmé decided to take matters in to her own hands, and speaking to someone who looked like they might have more of an idea than she currently did.] Pardon my interruption, but does Nomo mean anything to you, and if so, could you provide directions?

[LOST]
[With the best of days, Padmé was a force to be reckoned with. She had faced off against many within the Senate and had held her own as a young queen. Of course she would say that she was far too young when she had been elected, but if nothing else, it had been a learning opportunity, and she had taken to it like a fish in water. Her mind had always been quick, which was one of the reasons for her stature despite her young age. She might not know everything, but she was intelligent and quite witted, and truly believed in what she was doing- or perhaps what she had been doing.

She was stubborn, as those who knew her would say, and even now that had not changed. A decision had been made to find this residence by herself, and despite her best intentions, Padmé had to admit that perhaps she hadn't listened to the instructions as well as she should have. Her mind kept wandering, although in truth, who could blame her?

On a good day it would have been an information overload, but after the day she had been having before arriving here... Her world had crumbled at her feet and even Padmé hadn't been certain how to pick up the pieces. Her own thoughts had been distracting her from taking the right turn- or the left one- because at this point, all thoughts of making it to her supposed living quarters had left her mind.

And, as she came to a halt, pursing her lips, she came to the conclusion that she wasn't even certain she was in the right living quarters area.]
This lay-out is worse than Coruscant.
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[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-01 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Here's the thing about poorly-lit hallways: It makes it hard to see where you're stepping.

Which sucks if there's something on the ground that one might trip over, particularly so if that thing is also covered in hardened, rusty metal. Which is exactly the case for the thing Asriel just tripped over.
]

OOF!

[The voice that comes from the floor is loud and deep - the voice of a man many times Asriel's size. Of course, upon closer inspection, such a man isn't actually there. Instead, Asriel had only tripped over the severed head of such a man.

For the record, it sucks to be the thing tripped over at least as much as it does to be tripped.
]
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[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-08-01 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
☄ REBEL REBEL
[There's a jolt that runs through this man as he gets the ping on his MID. A hard beat of his heart that nearly hurts as he hears a voice and for a long instant he thinks that voice might be telling him that he came back, that he's actually alive and that heart-attack in the Training Sim Room didn't matter. That Solid Snake doesn't have to wear that guilt and and Kaz can finally say he's sorry. To tell him to go spend time with that asshole wildcat. Do something so his world becomes less of a disaster.]

[But he looks at the name and there's the worst mixed mess of emotions. The joy at someone he's needed around, that he's missed. And morbidly realizing that it means John is still dead and having the hope of correcting his failures sucked out of him. That there's a pile of ridiculous folded up boxes and a crate of furbies in the cargo bay still that are sans a childish dictator to own them. That peace was for nothing.]

[Snake's here, though. "Ahab." That's what matters.]

I'm moving cabins, so I'll meet you in the recreational area.

Ocelot has DD if you want him.

[Might as well let him know where the dog went to. It'll probably be hard realizing that Snake doesn't remember anything. But when is that ever new?]
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-01 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[To say that Mettaton was contented with this change in ship life would be a blatant lie. He's absolutely not. Whether that has to do with recent experiences being followed by a new captaincy which was being imposed on the Moira's patched-together crew or whether it was the business-like air in which the new captain and her first mate regarded them, without even knowing what they'd gone through recently...he doesn't know which is more galling.

What he does know is that cutting the power to the hallways is terribly inconvenient. Not so much for him, as his core glows quite brightly, with a pleasant pink light.

Its with this pink light that he manages to locate Asriel, still bandaged and pitiful.

The robot draws closer, hearing the small boss monster's words and feeling guilty. Still, he smiles. Someone has to.]


They did, but if you like, I can keep you company. It is better to face the dark with a friend, right?

[Friend. That's...nice to think about.]
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Lights Down Low

[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2016-08-01 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[L hears the kid coming -- footsteps, murmuring -- before he sees him. Something about youth and combat experience. It leads him to expect someone at least a few years older than the person he eventually sees, although some of that could be a trick of the low light.]

Yes. You're several levels above it, but I'm headed that way. Where are you coming from?

[The kid is probably Asian, maybe Japanese, but that's hard to say yet -- he could be from a place with no real relation to Asia or Japan, or he could happen to look Japanese and be American. There are any number of possibilities.

Is that green hair? The dimmer it is, the harder it is to discern colors.]
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[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks back in the direction he came from before addressing the question.]

I'm- um... I'm new. So, I came from the Ingress... It seemed like it was shut down...? [He still seems nervous and fidgety, but at least the mumbling has stopped for the time being.]

Would you mind if I walked with you?

[Even if he is going in that direction, that doesn't necessarily mean he wants somebody to accompany him. Still, with the fact he doesn't know his way around this ship, added with the fact the whole place is dim, he'd much rather be with somebody who did know where they were going.]
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[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-01 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ As if finding her way around hadn't been difficult already after she arrived. The darkness was just more of an impediment. But she wasn't afraid of it, not really. The fear she did feel, however, came from another source. She had searched him out before finding one of the children Peter must have been referring to.

Jean isn't sure what he is exactly but that doesn't stop her from moving closer and kneeling down in front of him. Her voice is soft, attempting to be comforting even though she's a stranger to him. ]


It's okay. You're not alone.
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[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
He still looks a bit uncomfortable, but he can at the very least answer that question. Even if he doesn't look up at her face any time soon.

"Inu...gami?" He pauses, thinks about all the schools he's heard of and seen at home, and slowly shakes his head. It sounds Japanese, so if it was something at home, especially if it was a hero school, he's sure he would have heard of it. "I've never heard of one with that name. Um... What kind of school was it?"
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ORDER

[personal profile] daintylegs 2016-08-01 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Tailgate happens to be sitting in his room and watching his precious Muppets for the fiftieth time when Magnus barges in. Here he was, just relaxing on his bed with a screen open in front him, and his glass capybara sitting calmly on his lap. It was a good time.

He doesn't say anything immediately, all he can do is stare incredulously up at the old newcomer. If he had been a bit more prepared, he would have done something about the purple badge on his chest.
]

You're a weird hallucination.

[Tailgate says eventually, turning away to look back at his screen. People don't come back after they leave for so long, that's how it works. So OBVIOUSLY this one was a fake.]

They're going to have to try harder than that to scare me.
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[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-01 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Assessment number one: Kaz sounds remarkably calm despite the circumstances, which lends some credence to what he's read about the 'timeline discrepancies'. The matter-of-fact delivery of Ocelot also being here, along with DD (they brought the dog here too??? what the hell), is another corroboration of that theory. Boggling, but something to accept as true.

It's difficult to gauge the level of Kaz's comfort with this situation over the comm, so Venom doesn't exactly mince words or attempt to strike up conversation. The reply that Kaz receives for his troubles is the same, age-old terseness, a quiet got it that lingers for a brief second before cutting to silence. Venom's preferred language.

He shows up in the recreational area minutes later, punctual and as stalwart as ever— single eye flicking through dim lighting, shoulders braced but otherwise composed.
]
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[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-08-01 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not the tap of a crutch and swing of a foot that precedes Kazuhira Miller, but rather only the slightest limp in a regular steady stride. Boots tended to with military shin thumping lightly along the floor along with the tictic of the two dogs in need of a nail trim.]

[Kaz comes in adjusting the glove on his right hand, his right hand, in a uniform with a custom matching overcoat, but also still his Diamond Dogs beret. Somehow in all of his months aboard, he's refused to abandon the item. Despite everything.]

You've been gone a while. What's the last thing you remember?

[Because Kaz is dutiful as ever; temporarily he might have superior officers here, but this is his Boss. The man even John acknowledged was his only Boss now. He'll do what he needs to get him situated and comfortable. Still, he's not suspecting how out of sorts he is, and he's fortunate those glasses hide some of the weariness of very recent sleepless nights and brand new stresses.]
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Reinhardt | overwatch

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-01 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ ARRIVAL ]
[Someone huge has stepped from the Ingress. He could be another one of the Cybertronians, for how massive and metal he looks. Over seven feet tall, in his armor. Armor which glows in places, despite clear signs of having been in action minutes before.]

[He also carries a massive warhammer. One end of which bears the sculpted head of a lion. Mane and all.]

[He'll stick around for the explanation -- looking blearily around as if he expects foes to appear without warning, the hammer still hefted in his hands. The armor still rises and falls - like breathing. Like someone panting after heavy exertion. Occasionally the glowing visor will settle on someone else newly arrived, giving them a considering look before moving on.]

[Well. At least he doesn't seem aggressive. Only wary. The bearing of a soldier in unknown territory.]



[ MEDBAY ]
[Last he knew, he'd been finishing off the Dragons. It hadn't come easily. But it had come. He had won. Victory coming, as always, at a price. So of course, here he is. Gingerly stripping off his armor, to settle it gently in a pile at his feet.]

[This is clearly a human beneath it all. Albeit one who is nearly as large in stature as the armor he bears. He is also bleeding and bruised.]

[If anyone is here to assist, he will offer them a crooked, broad smile -- hair white and wild to match the beard. His voice booms, heavily accented and incredibly amused:]


Space, eh? How about that. [And a massive hand, knuckles scarred and cracked, offered forward.] I am Reinhardt.



[ MORO DECK ]
[One medical check later, armor carefully secured in a trunk -- a trunk with hover jets on it!! he'd said, excitedly -- the huge man is making his way toward his assigned room. All of this talk of change doesn't sound good. But there's no way to make a judgment call yet.]

[He's too new. And the first order of business is to make sure his armor is stowed safely. Hence, the need to locate his room.]

[So the nearest person might find themselves accosted.]


Hello! [Accosted with a grin, though.] I am looking for my room. Maybe you can tell me.