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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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seeingscarlet: (witch; 027)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-08-06 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's easy enough to assume that Bruce is just being pragmatic, so this time Wanda doesn't ask. Especially when exposing one of the telepaths would potentially put the others in a dangerous position.

But if nothing else, Wanda can take some comfort from the fact that there simply aren't enough cells in the hold for all of them.]


I can feel strong emotions, but it's harder to know if someone's lying. And they seem very...calm.
seeingscarlet: (girl; 131)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-08-06 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[In a way. My room is shielded.

Too many problems, otherwise. At home, Wanda can manage, but there are just too many people here for everyone else's problems not to filter through and keep her awake. She's lucky to get a normal amount of sleep even without interference. Something about the Moira has always been unsettling.]
whatshimadayou: (it turned to ashes)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-06 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Not precisely helpful if they are looking to keep this ridiculous ship operational. I suppose it is good to know that I am not the only one.

[There is mild comfort in it.]

I suppose I will inquire with those who are more familiar with the job before I make a final decision.

I appreciate your advice, Nihlus. Have you been here long?
saveyourserpent: (look)

reuse the lights

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-06 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't say anything or they'll stick us with an empty tortilla and ask us to use our imaginations.

[Liquid pokes at his own food with a frown. He just. Really likes food, okay. Maybe it runs in the family. And with all the working out he likes to do, he likes to eat a lot to go with it.

Not that he's never eaten rations, but generally he's known that he's getting into a mission where he has to.]


I pine for the days where it was like a buffet.

Wanna call the thread good here? And say they walked off an reminisced?

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-06 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh that is wonderful! I would love to see it soon. I think right at the moment, I am going to have to settle in. How are you holding up, my friend?"

He turns, gesturing for the bear of a man to follow him.

"Come, walk with me. We have so much to chat about."

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-06 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wheels?" That makes Genji's head tilt, just a little. There are so many questions here and more by the minute.

"So... you are-"

His voice becomes hushed.

"Aliens."

Re: medbay!

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-06 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I am a cyborg. So you are an alien as well, then." Right, more of these guys. They look so vastly different but they are apparently all from the same place.

That is... incredibly cool.

"You have wings. Does that mean you can fly?" He looks almost like a vintage fighter jet.

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-06 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow! That sounds incredible! Please introduce me sometime, I would love to meet him!

[ He understands having an awesome sensei, he really super does. ]

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-06 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, as long as we are together, we will overcome.

[ You can practically hear the grin in his voice. ]

Please, tell me everything, Pharah, what have you been doing since we last met? Are you well? You look well, but are you- well. Are you doing okay?
asafepairofhands: (regret)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-06 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"How about you go and ask for yourself, if you want raw data so badly. I have a duty of care."

Ratchet narrows his optics.

"Also, and this may come as a crushing blow, but I would trust you a considerably shorter distance than I could throw you with anything even vaguely resembling a secret."

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-06 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is- may I just..." No, he doesn't wait for permission. He reaches up and tugs it a little. He's just gotta. That's when he realizes, and his attention is immediately drawn elsewhere.

"And you arm! Jesse!" He sounds a little more worried now. "What did you do?!" He ducks a little so he can grab the mechanical limb and inspect it thoroughly. "Oh my... completely replaced! You were always too reckless!" As if he's one to talk.

"Well. We do match now, at least. I hope you are keeping up with maintenance, at the very least."
imahologram: (eighty-one.)

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-08-06 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It's as good as any.

[She gives Padmé a little smile and tugs lightly on her hand. There's little to worry about for being overheard, unless they get into very sensitive territory. Given just who Leia's father is, that's certainly possible, but she's hoping their first conversation doesn't have to be about Darth Vader.

If it must be, let it be Padmé's choice.]


Where should we begin? I can tell you whatever you'd like to know.

[Even if it's painful to speak of.]
saveyourserpent: (smile)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-06 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Liquid doesn't usually have much reason to go to the cargo bay, but since some of his stuff's there right now, he might want to check on it every now and again.

You know, just in case.

This time, though, he looks around just for the hell of it, and there's an interesting looking car over in a corner. And when he gets close to it, there's an interesting sound coming from it. He leans on the door, peering in, because what's privacy right now, huh?

"Nice tune."

Look, he might be appreciative of music, especially of a punkish variety.

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-08-06 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
No, you're right, they don't.

[Even the Order, few things as they did allow, had never taken what it didn't give. They're lessons in attachment too, learning to let go of things--which is at least a sight easier than people--but the ultimate choice is left up to a person to govern for themselves (within reason).

At the Girl's age, he's sure he'd have raged in the same way if someone had come between himself and his tools (or even his lightsaber) without his explicit choice. Ineffectual as the last captains might have been, they'd never have gone this far.

He's about to offer she tag along, that they go find something to "fix" in this mess when her angry expression coincides far too conveniently with the flicker in the lights behind them. His gaze drifts to the light fixture for a second, and then back to the Girl.]


Hold on. Does the lightshow come included?

[Does she even know--?]
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-06 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ keeping Andyr from escalating is a job most are not cut out for, Alva being likely one of the two or three really capable of it most days, and while he's well aware Nick isn't Alva, isn't anything like him, and is a far cry from his best friend, the fact he has his face and speaks in his voice does do him some credit when Andyr's only really half tuned in at the moment.

it's enough that he stops with the hands raised and Nick trying to get his attention, expression stony and violence still promised in his eyes as they skim the halls while listening to Nick rationalizing with him. Throw you in the hold, shoot you into space, stick him in cryo. Andyr's eyes narrow some at the last, brows furrowing like that's the singular concern he's actually trying to work through. They'd said something to her, right? Before she fell over? Was it just her that response to it, or is that some kind of power they have?

His mind skips to Alva, and from him, Val and Miray. Alva may be strong, but he can't protect them like Andyr can. He doesn't know how, and he doesn't have the mentality to go to the lengths Andyr does to see to it. Nick's right, in that he can't risk leaving them here by themselves, if he screws this up. But on the other hand, what if it happens anyway, while they're waiting? ]


The right time never comes for people like us. If you're waiting for things to be in your favor, may as well surrender or walk yourself off a damn cliff, because it's never fucking coming, Nick. You should know that. [ For all he tangled with Division, and all the power he'd told him they had. ]

They already took Cassie once, are you seriously saying you'd take the chance it happens again?
neverbitten: ([hm] what? what? where're my friends?)

[personal profile] neverbitten 2016-08-06 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clementine frowns a little, and the aim of her gun drops, though she doesn't put it away quite yet.

She remembers what her friend Kenny had said about being a big sister to AJ.
] Sort of. I was looking after him; he's my responsibility.
neverbitten: ([hm] just push until it breaks)

[personal profile] neverbitten 2016-08-06 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clementine looks away from the stars to the figure beside her, tilting her head a little and frowning.] Right.

[She makes some attept to wipe her coat, not that it does much good.] It's mostly dry now.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (:))

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-06 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
None taken, man.

[lúcio frowns.]

The hole of fire guy?
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-06 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately he's only been here a week or so, since the space jellies showed up and made things annoying for everyone. but there is someone he has a startling likeness to running around, so it works out in his favor regardless. ]

Awesome, all yours. [ Handing over the book on jets, Andyr reaches tug the shark one free. ] Thanks.

[ scooting himself over to peer at her pile of discards, he's skimming them for a moment, maybe tugging one or two free to go paging through, but after seeing her look of disappointment, and all the books she's decided aren't what she's interested in, his curiosity has him asking. ]

You looking for something specific, or just whatever seems cool?
democratically: (stand there)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-06 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is always the ideal and then the reality. Padmé can speak of both, although it is an open wound in a way. For how many centuries had senators stood where she had and kept the peace? It was a failure on all parts, but Padmé now knows that it hadn't been as simple as black and white. Perhaps, on its own without that nefarious influence, things might have turned out differently, but the words have been written on the page and her time in the tale has passed.]

There was no magic to those in my galaxy. There were some common energy sources, but that is all. They were powered through mechanical means.

[Although she isn't really the one to speak about such things. She had a rudimentary understanding of them, but Anakin has always been better. In fact, most Jedi she knew, from Ahsoka to Obi-Wan, seem to have a working knowledge that far exceeds her own.

She listens as he speaks though, that calm aura back to her although it is as much a distraction as anything else. She does blink, finding the similarity worth noting, although she knows nothing of a planet called Eros. Then again, why should she?]


Yet you found yourself here instead. [It is said softly as she looks to the panel, although it seems he has done all that needs to be done to move it.] Perhaps this friend is here, although I am uncertain whether you would find that a comfort or not.
deconstruct: (pic#10498781)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-06 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
So punishment for murder is go to time out and you don't get to shower for a few days? [ Andyr's brows raise, and he gives a sharp laugh. You have to be shitting him. On the one side, that's kind of great for him, as he tends to murder a lot, but on the other, the people he tends to murder aren't here. So there isn't much reason. ] When'd it change to just dumping people on the closest planet?

[ because that's the rule now, isn't it? So far as he's been told, at least. As for the cook - ]

Who is it?
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-06 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, really. What year are you from?

[ Asked with a bit of 'do you live under a rock' to it, but honestly, most people Andyr's met here aren't even within 1000 years of when he's from. ]

You've been to the observation deck, right? Hell of a lot cooler than the tech, I think.
notyetsore: (hey look more glowing bugs)

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-08-06 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ginko swallows hard again, remembering what he had learned about what Kaworu really is. An 'Angel'.

He knows perfectly well at this point that Kaworu isn't human, as much as he may look like one. But...]


...What do you think I would call a person?
braceforimpact: (15)

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-06 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, that's the question, isn't it.

What separates a "person" from a living being? What separates human beings from the rest of what might be called "human?"

Is it free will? The ability to make choices? Or to choose one's own fate?

Or is it the ability to be someone. To possess identity, individuality, and have others recognise that self in you?
]

Mmmm.

[He glances aside. It's not often a topic is unpleasant or uncomfortable for Kaworu. But this one...]

...it's more than free will. Even animals have their own will.

[Even he has that. It's deeply precious to him--the one thing that truly belongs to him.

The power--even the right--to express his absolute freedom of will, to die of his own choice and meet the inevitability of his death as he wishes. If he has nothing else--and he does not--he will claim this one power as his own.

In doing so, he may give his life a meaning of his own choosing.

But he does not operate under the illusion that it makes him a person.
]

To be a person, you must possess a self, and the ability to choose what that self may become.
asafepairofhands: (no no)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-06 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet's engine rumbles as he smothers another laugh and pops his passenger side door, wiggling it a little in invitation.

"C'mon, then, it's not like there are any handy chairs here in this corner of the medbay. Just make sure those... whatever-they-are on your feet aren't going to shred my interior, I would be extremely displeased."