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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?


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whatshimadayou: (bitterness and sorrow)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-06 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[There are plenty of reasons why he's furious, but losing his gourd had been the tip of the rage-filled iceberg. His hands clench at his sides, then lets out an irritated sigh before he's shaking his head.]

It does not matter now.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]

But if you do happen to see a bottle with two dragons on it, it is mine.
flashbanging: i'll make my final stand (behind a gun)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-06 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
A bottle, eh? So -- some kinda drink. Damn shame.

[ He fingers a (gun-shaped) lighter in his hand, shrugging. ]

Kept my lighter, but I lost my box of smokes. Figure it was just some oddity in their system, though. Can't nothin' be done about it.

[ He grins. ]

'Cept find somebody with smokes, that is.
flashbanging: and he's all that i've got (he's good and he's bad)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-06 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
You sure did, partner. No harm, no foul.

[ He tips his hat. ]

Name's McCree. Looks like we're gonna be neighbors.

[ So they oughta be neighborly. Not that McCree doesn't feel this way about people in general. ]
whatshimadayou: (grump)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-06 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a scowl in reply, but Hanzo isn't denying the other man's conclusion. He'd been vague on purpose, but it wasn't hard to make the connections.

The lighter earns a raised brow before he scoffs and glances away. Ridiculous. Then again, the man's entire wardrobe is ridiculous.]


One must wonder if it was not on purpose.

[Either way:]

People will find a way to grasp onto their vices. [Either way, they'll find a method.]
flashbanging: i'll make my final stand (behind a gun)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-06 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A number of things flash through McCree's mind as Jack pins him, as he reels from the force and speed of the punch. First, his opponent is strong, unnaturally so, far beyond the capacity of the average man. Particularly the average grey-haired, age-wrinkled man. Second, this man is familiar. McCree knows he's seen him before, but where? His immediate observation skills keep working as he chews on the image in the back of his mind, and he doesn't miss the slight crease in Jack's expression. Suggesting that maybe McCree isn't so unfamiliar to this guy, either.

Ah, wait.

There it is.

McCree grits his teeth, makes a breathless 'huff' as he struggles for air in Jack's grip. It's not much use; McCree is a big man, and tends to do well when it's time for brute force, but he never had a genetic enhancing cocktail fed to his veins. He manages to at least get his prosthetic hand on Jack's forearm, and once he's got this foothold he squeezes, his grip crushing. God, he can barely breathe. Sucking in a shallow gasp of air, he offers Jack a slightly deranged grin as he tries to pry the other man off of him. ]


Your wanted posters don't do you justice, partner.
Edited (FUSSES ENDLESSLY OK I'M DONE NOW) 2016-08-06 16:23 (UTC)
cyborged: (→Doctors looking down on me)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-06 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[When the gun clatters to the floor, Raiden's next thought is very much the same as Venom's — instantly drawing his sword and holding it at the ready. Despite the evidence, he's not looking for a fight. He just wants to be ready if one comes his way.]

Who are you?
cyborged: (→To a healthy heart beat)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-06 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Because it was quiet here.

[WAS.]
morethan084: (smile)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-06 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Totally. Although I doubt I will.

[Daisy was already halfway done with her 'meal', and she noticed he hadn't even started his own.

...Wait. Clones were normal?!]


Are you serious? That's so cool!

You know, if they don't use your face to do bad things.
skelepun: ([sans] 51)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-06 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The nerves might as well be catnip to a guy like Sans, though he does his best to clap a companionable hand on the kid's shoulder once he's in range. His own way of bidding a friendly chill out, kiddo in so many words.

"What do you see in here, bud?" He gestures to the trash can -- filled with, you guessed it, garbage.
cyborged: (→I was brimming with defiance)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-06 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Has he heard of Master Miller, pfft. What kind of fanboy do you think you're dealing with, Snake?]

Yeah-- McDonell Miller. He served all over the military, teaching troops how to covertly deal with superhuman threats before he was recruited into FOXHOUND. [All delivered naturally, of course, and he gives Snake a bit of a look.] You're the same age?
justice_from_above: (Default)

Wildcard - a few days later? - random hallway

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-06 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pharah explores the ship.]

[One, she is a meesanger; if she is expected to provide speedy delivery, it is through an understanding of the layout of the ship and the easiest pathways between point A and B. Two, it gives her some time to think; the new people she'd met, the old friends she'd reconnected with, and the mystery of her sketchy neighbor who is most definitely Soldier 76. Walking through the cooridors with current pressing timetable gave her the chance to poke around these thoughts and figure out the best thing to do in the given circumstances.]

[Of course, there are moments when she finds herself focusing on Two more heavily than One, and right now it's still very easy to get turned around in this place - especially given the less than optimal lighting. Is she lost in thought, or currently trying to remember how she got here, quietly cursing the dark.]
mttbrandlegs: <user name=xamag-undertale site=tumblr.com> (33)

[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-06 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ooh. That's a shiny new term far-removed from the usual usage of "droid" that he usually gets. Synthetic life form...

Of course, he's honest enough about it, and shakes his head.]


I wouldn't label myself as something so sophisticated, darling. I'm just a robot with a soul! That is a little more impressive than your usual fare, of course!! But I am not sure if it falls into the category you're speaking of!!

Unless you think that a robot with a soul falls into that category!!

[He's not about to say "oh yeah I'm a ghost possessing a metal body."]
flashbanging: sure as hell ain't ugly (not good not bad)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-06 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs at the first point. Who can say? Maybe the Ingress was some kind of teetotaler. As to the second point, though ... he puts away the lighter; thumbs his belt buckle. ]

True enough. I can't survive if I ain't got what's killin' me.
justice_from_above: (pic#10326694)

Outside Medbay

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-06 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps Pharah doesn't look so much kicked by life as perplexed by it. She's still wearing her armor, but feeling a little more and more out of place. This isn't exactly the kind of environment for jump jets.]

[When Helga addresses her, she looks over and makes a face, not quite a grimace.]
Not sure I had any other options. Still, there are worst situations I could have found myself in.
dislocked: (118)

[personal profile] dislocked 2016-08-06 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Could HYDRA have evolved to Hapsburg? He will never know. Does it matter, when they all would be long dead and gone, the fight inherited by the next generation, and the next? A question for another day. Right now, there's just one question to deal with, and it's Andyr's. ]

He saved the world. [ Sacrificed himself into the Atlantic, figures that Steve would gloss over this piece of information. He's never seen himself as a hero, has he? He's saved the world twice now, and what does Bucky do? His level best in fucking it all up, as it were.

He leans back against the wall, the rest of the answer withheld. Unnecessary. No one needs to know what happened to Bucky Barnes and what he'd done. ]
What did he tell you?
cyborged: (→Doctors looking down on me)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-06 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I don't.

[Funny, because in many ways he's looped right back around to being that again. But like Tretij, now he gets to choose who to kill. What to do with what they made him.]

[He looks up from where he's still kneeling — as much as he'd like to, he knows he can't talk some kid he just met into never killing anyone again. Or at least holding off for a decade or so and having a life in the meantime,. But he can at least not be a part of the problem. Or... Less of a part? Who knows how life on the ship will go.]


I won't use you the same way they used me.
justice_from_above: (Default)

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-06 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She hugs him back, trying to remember the last time she'd seen him. It certainly wasn't in recent memory.]

I am, somehow. At least I know I am with friends. [She stands back, a hand still on his shoulder, and looks at him with a smile.]
dislocked: (113)

[personal profile] dislocked 2016-08-06 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Where did you come from?

[ His hands are loose at his sides, the barest glimpse of metal fingers evident under the long-sleeved shirt he wears. Bucky's curious now, wondering just what it is he's capable of -- there are many from different worlds here, and he's sure he has plenty to learn from a lot of them. ]
imahologram: (eighty-three.)

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-08-06 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thanking him makes their relationship more distant, as far as she's concerned. Maybe a father and daughter can share things without bothering with pleasantries (though she thinks she'd thank Bail in this situation, too), but Anakin and Leia are a different story.

She doesn't answer, though her grip on her comb tightens, especially when he continues.]


Fine. [Short, crisp, and a bald-faced lie. She's felt impotently angry ever since she returned, like the surface of her body could crack at any moment, like cheap porcelain, and show all the fury under it. She's holding up as much as it takes to get through a day, and then she falls asleep with anger churning her stomach.] What about you?
dislocked: (44)

[personal profile] dislocked 2016-08-06 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't have to spell it out; he understands it immediately. Her suspicions are his own, her distrust a familiar one to him. They're pleasant, well-meaning on the surface, but something doesn't quite add up, and Bucky intends to bide his time, to watch and make more contingencies just in case. ]

I know.

[ The truth is that no one does anything without something being in it for them. The question is: what? ]

I take it that you can't read their minds?
whatshimadayou: (whatchu want girl)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-06 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I would recommend a contingency.

[The man does not exactly have his sympathies.

In any case, staying here does not make Hanzo any less angry with the situation.

With an irritable sigh, he decides he's going to leave.]
dislocked: (46)

[personal profile] dislocked 2016-08-06 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
A dozen or so.

[ He's counted, and it's not nearly enough for all the crew -- although why anyone would put the whole crew into cryosleep is beyond him. He dislikes the concept of it; it might have his advantages, but ill memories are what accompanies these things, for him.

The woman beside him -- Karen Page, he's researched, placed some names to faces -- is a curious one; he's seen her around the ship but they had never quite talked until now. She's naturally suspicious, too; and evidently has a nose for trouble. ]


Have you spoken with them?
rheecon: (i want to hear your voice)

[personal profile] rheecon 2016-08-06 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When Jesse moves for the gag, he stays still, though it would be a stretch to call him calm. His eyes are still wild, his expression very much disturbed, but he has no intention of making it difficult to get that damned rag out of his mouth.

Once free, he steps back himself, taking in a few desperate, ragged breaths. His head is spinning, but he pushes himself to focus, working to steady himself. Seriously - what the fuck.

His hands are still bound, but at least he can respond now. Not that he has anything useful to say. ]


Yeah... [ And, after another breath, he scans the room again, his darkly quiet disbelief contrast to Jesse's shouting. ] What the fuck.
cyborged: (15941423_020)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-06 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Few hours. [Give or take almost an entire day, you know.]

[Raiden casts a glance over his shoulder and shrugs.]
It seems like one of the quieter places on the ship so far.
disarmin: (<_<)

[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-06 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Or eating people alive, perhaps? Armin wonders how such 'heroes' would deal with that Marvel crossovers not included. He frowns slightly at the thought.]

Um, I entered training when I was 12. I'm aware that's unusual in a lot of places, but I've been around. Done a lot of things one might say isn't age appropriate. [Not just the soldiering, his heart begs to say - because Deku seems nice. But he can't do that. It's too much to admit to.] I'm sixteen.