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( 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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"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?

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Really?

[He sounds way too thrilled to hear that. Or just thrilled enough, because dignity is not really something he can claim to have anymore anyway.]

Make me a robot dog and you've got free art for life. [But because he knows Isha—] Within reason.

[Tarn is honestly a bit taken aback by lúcio. The level of respect that he is showing is far more than he had expected.]

I'm a Cybertronian. More specifically, A Decepticon

[Tarn clears his throat. He supposes that he should at least offer a name since lúcio has been so polite.]

You can call me Tarn.

[This human reminds him of Luke...]

[ STAY IN YOUR LANE, BUDDY.

But no, Bucky looks up and meets his eyes, unfazed like this is just another day on the ship (which it is). You'll get used to the weirdness the longer you stay here -- have you seen the plump skeleton yet? You will. He's pretty awesome, even if Bucky still doesn't know what to make of him.

Soon enough, Tony's on his way again, and Bucky goes back to mapping out the vent system. It gives him things to do, other things to focus on aside from the glaring presence of his previous... employer. Is that the right word? Employer? All the same, when Tony comes back around, Bucky just says, ]

Hey.

Edited 2016-08-06 01:56 (UTC)

[ It is very possible to run into her. Or at least some part of her. There's a woman in there somewhere, but her features are masked under the miles and miles of crimson hair. ]

As it seems none of us are going anywhere particularly fast, I suppose I do.

[ And while Medusa is not really in the habit of making friends...they could all use all the friends they can get around here. But that thought only makes the movement of her hair more agitated for a moment, long ribbons curling around her legs and her arms before it subsides into the massive cloud at her back once more. ]

[ By now the new influx of passengers has become...well, more routine than it was the first time she arrived, all those months ago. And Medusa is always on the lookout for familiar faces or new allies in this forsaken place, because only a fool would put their faith in any of these captains. At least among the crew they have a mutual kidnapping in common, even if their hijacking is due to malfunctioning equipment and not the design of those in charge. Theoretically, anyway. ]

Does it seem as though it might be a worthwhile gamble to decline?

[ Medusa herself sees no reason to immediately out any intention that she might be anything less than cooperative on the first day. Even if anyone who knows her well knows this is hardly a woman to honor something like that contract if it becomes more prudent or more in line with her goals to do otherwise. The law she recognizes is Inhuman law— her law, now. ]

Sounds like an understatement.

[ Here is Venom Snake, to ruin your faux innocent act. He's on to you, Bucky. ]

[Oh, there's never a good time to press the bundle of issues, but that's fine, the universe does it anyway.]

Nope, it's fine, I can still see the lights!

[See and follow well enough, for that matter.]

—The other imports seem all too eager to give their opinions on what should be done. They've been broadcasting themselves on the ship's network, constantly.

[ Cigarette between his lips, he taps at the MID embedded in his wrist to make his point. He can't say that he feels the need to broadcast his face and voice so publicly, the way the others have been doing, but his assessment of the matter is largely neutral. ]

Quickest way to build up our own stockpiles would be to figure out who's reliable. Who has access to which resources, and how they gained that access.

[ A militaristic solution to a rather basic problem, but it extends to more than just food or blankets— it extends to influence, to how they're going to gain a modicum of respect around here. ]

[ shifting, andyr stuffs hands into his pockets, and leans his weight on one leg, casual. tony doesn't seen interested in getting up and coming any closer, so he feels he can relax a bit more. not completely, but a bit.

his eyes narrow some at all the concern for his safety, and andyr's immediately getting that suspicious part of his mind supplying he's lying. making a point to be kinder than most always feels like a play to him. and either way, the thought of being babysat by anyone seems more like insult than anything else to him. ]

I can take care of myself. I was fine.

[ aside from the pool trauma, but whatever, he would've been okay. (no he wouldn't have) ]

[She's grown up with a sense of purpose, and once she's settled in her room, out of her armor, and into her provided thermals and civilian uniform, she can't sit idly by; it drives her crazy. So, she's very quick to come and go, spending little time in her room and more time exploring the ship, as well as her other neighbors.]

[It's one one of these early adventures that she returns to find someone pacing the hallway, and it only takes a fraction of a moment for her to recognize that blonde ponytail.]

Angela! Is everyone here?

[Just about, even as she says it she feels a pang for her mother, but she's going to keep that little internal thought internal, for now.]

[ To be sure, it would be disheartening to learn that the conditions of warfare and combat change from the eye-for-an-eye brutality of his own days, of returning blood for blood as deterrence, not business.

But even without that knowledge, simple human empathy accounts for the thinning of Venom's lips. He isn't the type to reveal much about himself, let alone talk about the things that comprise him or the things that've been taken from him— but there's something about how candid Andyr is, how simply he offers the anomalies embedded in his skin, that makes Venom feel like he's talking to a fellow soldier. Desensitization is the first common ground, after all.

He sighs, a sound that gets lost under the sound of his fatigues shifting against his chair. ]

...There's no story. Lost my vision in this eye [ he taps it, over the eyepatch. ] after a scuffle.

Don't barter your past for something that cheap. [ And to drive the point home— your life is your own, not an excuse to barter for information— he puts up a hand, to dissuade the younger man from feeling obligated to reciprocate with a comment. ]

Edited 2016-08-06 03:25 (UTC)

"Huh." Ratchet looks around and takes an extra step back from the table at which he was working, holding a finger up in a wait-one-moment gesture.

"Like this," he says, then folds down carefully in a blur of folding plating and shifting actuators. When he's done, a car is idling in front of Lúcio, and he revs his engine lazily. "All--well, most--Cybertronians have a root mode and an alt mode. Mine's an ambulance. Goes with the medic thing."

[A shoulder twitches up in a shrug, somewhat non-committal. Jaina understands how it can feel to have things put in the way of what she wants. Though her examples tend toward things more trivial than access to plenty of food.

Instead, she tries a joke.]

Maybe you should tell them you need extra portions. Larger nutritional requirements are just a medical necessity.

Whoa, whoa.

[Nick comes to an abrupt halt, hands lifted up in front of him. His roommate is...excitable. Unpredictable. But then he starts to understand why he pulled the makeshift weapon out, so he drops his hands and takes a breath. It feels like a light touch is what's needed to keep this situation, to keep Andyr from escalating, and Nick's not sure he's the guy for the job. But he'll try.]

You're probably right. [All the little similarities between people's words, right down to their fucking faces. What're the odds? The universe is huge, and the number of people on it really isn't. Nick has a hard time believing that it's a coincidence. But.] But you go there now, like this? They'll throw you in the hold. Worse, they'll shoot you out into space or something. You heard about the navigator, right?

[He doesn't know what's up with their new Captain and his entourage, just that they show up and suddenly people are hitting the ground like flies. Nick glances around, trying to shake that feeling that they're not alone before looking back at him.]

That Alva seems like a nice guy. You wanna look out for him, right? You gotta... [Nick grimaces a little because dear god, how is he the one saying this.] You gotta think this through and wait for the right time.

You kind of startled me too, so I guess we're even.

[Well except that Sideswipe hadn't pulled a sword out but y'know.]

Sure, I don't have any other plans. Where do you want to start?

A few from The Lost Light--Rodimus, Megatron, Cyclonus and Tailgate, a few others. Whirl too, fair warning--I can give you a complete list of crewmates later, we're the largest contingent here. ...Bumblebee is here. Two of them, actually--ours, and one I've never met before. A Sideswipe and an Arcee I don't know, they're all right. Think you'd like Arcee, actually.

Honestly, there are a lot more of us than I'd expect for an organic ship. [He grimaces.] I'm the only medic, surprise surprise, but we're making do.

Yeah, I came home. I gave you a bit of a hard time at first, but I went with you.

[Drift half shrugs, following Ratchet's gaze down to his breastplate before glancing back up. he decides not to go into all the gritty details just yet. Maybe later.]

Well, we were on our way home right before I got here. Still counts.

That is a dog robot, yes. His name is Q-11.

[The black and gold greyhound barks in affirmation. The one and only!]

And I've never seen anything like that. [She narrows her eyes at him. The facial recognition of her sunglasses starts to kick in latently. Unfortunate that it only works at a fourth of its usual power in its current state. But there is something...] You look suspiciously human, though. Earth or not Earth?

...better?

[Oh.

That's what this is about.

Now he understands.

He smiles.]

What I do doesn't matter. What you'd call a "person"... in my case, it's merely an illusion.

Edited (Kaworu is not a real boy) 2016-08-06 21:41 (UTC)

[She peeks up at him over her book, expression wary for a moment. It fades after a second, eyes lighting with recognition. She's always a little defensive with newcomers, a habit bred of too many hard years. But his face is familiar, one of the many she can place with the crew she's seen day in and out the past few months. She doesn't know him, but it's enough that she's not afraid.

She presses up on her knees, looking over the titles with faint disappointment. Of course there wouldn't be anything proudly proclaiming how to create bombs on board, not with the captains expecting order and civility. The smarter of her dads would tell her as much, if they were here. Never mind that if they were here, she wouldn't need a book to learn anything.

She's got her head on her family back home when she points toward a book. At least Jet Star might be impressed if she can explain his namesake.]

The jet one, don't plan on stayin' in the kitchen long enough to need a cookbook. And ya can take any one in this pile anyway. None of 'em are what I wanted.

[She nudges the stack to her left, handing over the requested book.]

[Drift can't quite decide if he's annoyed or relieved to see Whirl. It's a little of both, it's very confusing. He sighs and relaxes a bit. Somehow. Whirl things were about to happen and Drift was just going to have to accept it.]

Amazingly enough, you're not the worst person I've run into today. Considering I hadn't exactly been planning on coming here, I haven't really planned that far ahead. Do people need to be told to chill out?

[He has a feeling he already knows the answer to that question.]

[Wow you've just had some wacky horrible adventures here haven't you bud. Drift falls silent for a minute as well. Poor poor dead everyone.]

...Do you think we should catch up later, maybe?

Edited 2016-08-06 03:29 (UTC)

That sounds like a terrible idea. Just throwing that out there.

[Human don't bleed your brain out that would be just awful to watch]

No one was happy to have him around, but... it worked out okay. No one had to-- [ He's taking this a bit hard, especially the list. ]

Jeez, even Ten? Swerve? Swerve hates Megatron! I can't-- [ He drags a hand over his face ] I guess that's pretty much all of the Rod Squad and--

[ Record scratch ]

You said Drift showed up?

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