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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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happyclappyhippydrippy: (stuff and things)

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-07 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
I... well yeah.

[Man Drift ain't even annoyed, he's pretty amused by this little guy]

I've come across a coupe people I know from back home. What about you?
cockade: (Regarder)

cargo bay!

[personal profile] cockade 2016-08-07 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not unusual for Arno to walk along the higher ledges and simply watch people as they work, a viewing point that he spends trying to keep his mind busy. The cargo bay reminds him of the space found within Les Halles et Deux, at least before his unwise decision to destroy an entire shipment of gunpowder. (Nearly exploding a building with him inside it is honestly something he'd rather forget.)

Seeing others tinker through some of the confiscated material isn't surprising- he's heard of jobs that are similar. But his eyes get caught on Adam's lingering with certain pieces that causes the Frenchman to pause, crouching lower on his perch to try and see what exactly he's got in his hands.

Finally, he decides to call out below- whether this startles the other or not, he never really concerns himself with it.]


Are you finding anything interesting in what you have there, monsieur?

[He may have forgotten about the fact that he's made himself look incredibly suspicious in all this curiosity that he has. Oops.]
mylawn: (pic#10467983)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-07 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[If he thinks it's funny, he doesn't show it (probably he doesn't think it's funny. Possibly he's heard it before), only responds with a short grunt.

Luckily, he knows how to live in barracks. He doesn't anticipate this arrangement being a problem, as long as the dog is house trained.
]

Don't plan on being here often. I'll stay out of your way.
asafepairofhands: (quiet)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-07 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
...yeah. It's pretty much the last thing he remembers. Different times, I told you.
mylawn: (pic#10436224)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-07 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't feel better. He's still kidnapped in space when he should be on a revenge crusade.

But the mention that it's making Lúcio's face feel better, however, catches his attention.
]

Some kind of tech?
happyclappyhippydrippy: (yeaaaaa we cool)

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-07 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Drift rolls his eyes a bit, but he nods. Yeaaah Drift probably shouldn't have been gone, he's not going to argue with Ratchet about that much.]

And how many times would I have been dead or worse if it wasn't for you? I don't think we'll ever be even.
skelepun: (2450096 (20))

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-07 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
The harm in question was present, but floating below the surface. Sans' naturally baggy appearance hide it well, but under his clothes were a maze of small bone spurs, jutting out and resembling the dragon-like creature he'd become before his death.

Absorbing a soul had lasting negatives, apparently. Or the reviving powers that be had a nasty sense of humor.

"Kid, I'm a monster. Our suggested daily intake of sap is through the freakin' roof." He caps the sentiment with a quick clap of the hand against Peter's back. His own way of saying I missed you, too. "But it's a good thing I ran into you."

That friendly, warm contact at Peter's back quickly turns into a tugging motion. Peter might find himself suddenly a little closer to Sans' eye level.

"Met our new overlords yet?"

arcreact: FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS,  I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL (IF THE ZOO BANS ME)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-07 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shit outta luck with this guy. Sorry, pal. ]

Yeeeeeeah, something tells me the nearest Domesticon facility is in another universe. You're gonna be waiting a while.

[ Which means he may as well mess with the thing, right? It's still functional, and probably retains some of its original data, despite an obvious purge. A sloppy one, if they were going for blank slate. He scrolls through the functions first, curiosity getting the best of him. ]
sickbays: ᴅɴᴛ (burning house)

[personal profile] sickbays 2016-08-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even though he knew it was coming, McCoy releases an annoyed little huff at the answer, his arms crossing forcefully over his chest. Spock always had a way of patronizing him for pointing out the obvious, and though he'd prefer to toss himself out the nearest airlock than admit it, after four months aboard this ship, he's actually started to miss it. ]

I could say the same to you. [ That's about as close to an admission as he'll ever make. He never allowed himself to hope that Jim or Spock or any of the other crew would be spit out of the Ingress. Because hope, he knew, would only breed disappointment. And disappointment is something he's already got in spades, what with him being out here in space, on this godawful ship. ]

Anythin' come up on that — [ He looks down at the rectangular device in Spock's hands, ] — scanner of yours? There was an... I guess you could call it an accident not all that long ago, something that turned the ship partly to glass. I know a lot of it's gone now, but. Well, if you've been down to the mess hall, you'll see there's still some of it here.

I guess I'm just hopin' that's the last of it. [ It should be, but he couldn't help but worry in spite of the fact. ]
happyclappyhippydrippy: (the manga's better than the anime)

*wiggles booty butt*

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Please don't.

[See he even said "please", be a bro, Whirl. He just rubs at his face when Whirl starts rattling off people and horribleness, and he's about to comment when Whirl immediately jumps to a new topic. Slow down chopper goodness.]

I-- it's nothing special. I wasn't in the best shape when Ratchet found me, so he fixed me up and slapped on a couple upgrades.
arcreact: when i know i've licked chocolate syrup off his daughter's chest ((407) it's rly awk to greet the pastor)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-07 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Sure you were. Maybe I won't even report you for questioning captain's orders.

[ HE SOUNDS... SO DISAPPROVING.... SO SERIOUS......... ]
deconstruct: (pic#10368517)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-07 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Andyr can understand the sentiment for what it is. Not condemning the thought, but still quietly suggesting he consider it further. It's kind of him to hope for better, where Andyr doesn't, and there's a small half-smile he lifts to the soldier. ]

Maybe. Thanks.

[ for giving a shit. for listening to him pour out all his fucked up crap about home. hell, for letting him transpose all his feelings about a missing father on you, random space stranger. andyr blinks for a moment, deciding he's thinking way too much about all this crap, and stretches his back some, trying to will it away and get back to the conversation. ]

Ahab. [ Andyr repeats it, committing it to memory. A rare occurrence that he cares as much to (it took him a year to finally remember Alva's right), but he seems like someone worth knowing. ] I hope life sucks less for you while you're here, Ahab.

[ Because you seem to have that feel about you. the carrying too much weight on your shoulders, and made so tired by it feeling. the way he'd taken what andyr'd told him so calmly, when people who'd only seen the ports here had been horrified. it says something about desensitization. ]
alterplex: (34.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-07 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Venom's seen Thane's chest and he doesn't even have a name to attach it to... scandalous.

But introductions have never been a forte for Venom, given that it's always been something to avoid or something that's done for him, so— a beat passes, one that's maybe in slightly good humor.
]

...'Manners', huh. [ You're a good guy, Thane. Another second here, for Venom to find his bearings concerning his name, and then: ] Call me Ahab.

I'll be sure to play dumb if anyone asks me about you.
arcreact: what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy ((847) i blew a .213)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-07 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, hey! Unfounded accusations, kid.

[ He makes a grand production of being offended, despite not being even remotely offended. ]

Twenty-seven times isn't that many.
iseedeadbees: (oh huzzah)

[personal profile] iseedeadbees 2016-08-07 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"You were kind of in the middle of dying while you were saying it, I was focused on other things."

He hesitates outside the door for a moment longer because this is all insane. Finally he huffs and nods like he's made this huge important decision after pep talking himself up.

"Okay, all right. I'll..."

He motions at the door rather than using his words like an adult. He's ready to come in for his freaky check up.
skelepun: ([sans] 37)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-07 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
A little of column A, a little of column B. What did you expect?

"Well, that's very even keeled of you, pal." He nods to his trashy girlfriend, brow bone raising. "And speaking of keeling, do me a favor and tell me what you see."

He lays a finger beside his distinct absence of nasal cartridge.

"Might wanna hold your nose, someone threw out a yogurt."
lostsymmetry: (audio)

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-07 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
...

[There's a pause. If this is some kind of test... but no, that surprise was real. Carefully:]

I don't have access to much outside the public spaces. But I can take a look around.
peacemongering: (O rly)

[personal profile] peacemongering 2016-08-07 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Clearly this man had been around when the hallways and rooms had been given full power for functionality. It would seem to be inconvenient to have so much only for it to be dragged back to minimal power input for the sole purpose of pushing this space rig along faster to their destination. To be fair, he personally had nothing to lose and only power to gain in this place so he didn't mind exploration.

Think of the friends he could meet. Think of the crew members he could draw into his fold. Who didn't want to assist someone both new and showing their age?

"Freedom through continued contractual slavery," he asked, dipping his head to one side to show curiosity. "And which direction to the library? I do find great enjoyment in books. Though, how accurate are they?"
asafepairofhands: (me too kid)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-07 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"It was... likely not the same version of Earth. We all seem to be pulled from different places. Believe me, you would have noticed us specifically."

Wow, Lúcio, don't be robot-racist.

"We were pretty high-profile for a while before we went undercover, kept to our alt modes, then eventually left, but it wasn't pretty. War was still on, back then. What's an Omnic?"
cockade: (Passé)

lights down low

[personal profile] cockade 2016-08-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Being actually and actively sought out by newcomers is definitely taking some getting used to. Arno has been wandering and making sense of the hallways with his Eagle Vision since the lights dimmed, but he's still not exactly fond of all the new shortcomings they've been given in favor of "going faster."

When Kirk greets him, Arno was just about to look up and try to find a spot to pull himself up and watch what's going on below- not that he could see much beyond the pulse that his sight gives him. He pauses just for a second before turning his head back towards the other, offering a raised brow and the slightest of grins.]


Ah, bonjour, monsieur. [A pause.] My name is Arno. I can't promise I know the answers that you're looking for, but I can try to help where I can.
skelepun: (pic#10075017)

[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Finally someone who gets it.

"Oh yeah?" Sans asks, his perpetual grin taking on a decidedly skeptical crookedness. "Don't tell me you're a junkie, Stark, your fanclub'll be so disappointed."

There's a joke on the tip of his metaphorical tongue, and it is predictably terrible. Terrible enough to give Sans a very hard time holding back laughter.

"To think they put me in sanitation."
arcreact: 'oh my god the legends are true' ((214) she took off my shirt and said)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-07 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, so, true. Venom has a point. But listen... Tony didn't think this far ahead. Mostly he thought it would be hilarious.

His eyebrow rockets up in response, not to be outmatched. It's a judging eyebrow-off. ]


I could've asked you to move, but that would've been rude.

[ What a shit. ]
peacemongering: (At the helm)

[personal profile] peacemongering 2016-08-07 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
He considered the difference in their timelines, and Alexander admitted surprise that planet Earth had survived that long with the human population running unchecked upon it. Where he was, there were far too many extinct incidences and still human greed expanded beyond what should have been allowed. Now if there had been a government in place to take a hard line, maybe he could believe that his time could see its way to 3400 A.D. As it was, it seemed that Earth was doomed to suffer a slow and painful death. Or perhaps a quick one when North Korea, China, Russia or the Iraq finally declared nuclear warfare on everyone and that was that.

"Well, to be fair, such an epidemic is our own fault thanks to omnipotent meddling of mankind on itself and the world at large," he replied with a smile. "I admit surprise that planet Earth made it so far along the timeline. Tell me, is there a government or an overseeing body that actually takes the crisis in hand, or does mankind still wander about claiming freedom while their neighbour suffers next door?"

Such a novel time. He was very curious how it ran.
alterplex: (22.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Difficult to tell if the positions they're offering are legitimate. Just as likely that they're assigning capable imports to vital ranks for easier monitoring.

[ Which sounds paranoid, yes, but he doesn't want to rule out that possibility completely. An ingrained distrust of nebulous organizations and mock-governments? Possibly.

He takes a long inhale of smoke, lets it settle in his lungs. Talking shop is far easier than talking about anything else; it's routine. Like clockwork.
]

—What criteria do you look for when you're looking for 'trustworthy'.

[ Abruptly, Venom turns the question on Adam. Single eye swiveling to fix itself firmly on the man settled a few feet away from him, rendered in sleek synthetic material. ]
iseedeadbees: (witness my suave)

[personal profile] iseedeadbees 2016-08-07 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[OOOOOOH Starscream just laughs. Goddddd Optimus fanboys.]

Yes, yes. Quite the predictable speaker, that one.