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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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springlocking: (doing some thinking)

[personal profile] springlocking 2016-08-07 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I...that's a thing people do?

[Siiiigh. She goes back to burrowing into her bed.]

It was more a shock than anything. Just so you know, the water goes to ice at about [time limit] in.

[May as well spare the roommate the shock...]
Edited 2016-08-07 16:59 (UTC)
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-07 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She gives a small, amused huff at that. Shielded. Of course.

Doesn't that take a lot out of you, though? To keep those shields up?

She can feel the power in Wanda. She must have a mind like the Professor's to maintain them. ]
dust_of_life: (Calm)

[personal profile] dust_of_life 2016-08-07 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fatima bows her head at Jean's name, smiling slightly.

She bites the inside of her cheek, opening up old wounds until she can taste iron on her tongue. Blood pools for a moment, before she starts to channel it into the roots.]


A few months. After they emancipated me from an internment camp.

[Slowly, the stubborn weed starts to levitate out of the bank, the roots slipping away from the tuber like the delicate tendrils of a jellyfish.]
democratically: (and this is how it)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-07 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is a troubling enough thought. If she has been here, then she has clearly left, only to return again, and with no memories of that stay. She is beginning to wonder if perhaps it is some strange dream but then again, Padmé has never really contemplated the after life before. It seems to real though, and everything so strange.

Her gaze does narrow slightly at the political mention, although who would kidnap a dead woman? No matter how strongly her heart beats or how she takes those life fulfilling breaths, it is a fact she cannot deny. It is something that she tucks away to think about at a later time, as her eyes narrow again.]


You sign it right here and now?

[Padmé wonders just how thorough this contract is. She's not exactly the most focused that she has ever been, but it is not something that will be rushed.]

That seems a bit quick.
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-07 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "Jean-san" eh? It makes her smile more, giving him a nod. ]

Nice to meet you, Deku. I'm pretty new myself but maybe I can help you find your room? Um, barracks. Do you know which deck they're on?
cadeuces: ᴅɴs. ) <user name="deuil"> ❤ (so young and full of running)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-07 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The way he squeezes her hand is a welcome bit of affection while he looks her over and then he's sweeping her up against him and she just laughs, barely getting her own arm up in time to drape over his shoulders, rising up on her tiptoes to reach and nearly stumbling into him. He smells the same; tobacco and dust and leather and oil, skin warm and baked in the sun. It takes her a moment to realize how hard the arm about her waist was— ashamed of herself she hadn't noticed the second she turned around, but it was cool against her and had no give. Some new armor...? No, she can practically hear the creak and grit of its joints. It's more than superficial.

She rests her chin on his shoulder and takes her time taking him in, hanging off of him as if they'd never been parted. He's scruffier, but his voice is just as sweet of a drawl as ever, eyes just as warm when he smiles. Girl doesn't even have the hard to be upset with him for leaving the way he had; they can get around to that later. For now she's just glad to have him, soaking up his embrace readily and not planning on letting go any time soon. ]


I would say "so long as you've been safe", but I see that hasn't been the case. [ YEAH SHE'S NOTICED YOUR ARM, YOU WALNUT. ] Were you going somewhere...? Or can I keep you for a bit and catch up?
fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-07 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's very clear she's not Japanese, but he needs to hold on to some sort of normalcy when he's trapped in space. Honorifics are likely going to be part of that.]

Um... I'm on the Nomo deck, room 30? What about you?
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-07 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's another laugh. Even though she's faced an apocalypse (in both sinces of the word), she can't help laughing at one of the "signs" being a fluffy little hamster.

She tries to make her voice serious, even deeper, like that guy from The Twilight Zone. ]


"For centuries, they have lived in plain sight. These fluffy warnings of impending doom."

[ She can't keep it up, though. ]
democratically: (retell)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-07 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He seems far more on edge that she is, although Padmé knows that their experiences are different. No comment is made on it, and in truth, she does only trust words to a certain point. She has always had good instincts, and they are telling her to keep watch, although she cannot point to anything in particular at the moment.]

I am sorry to hear that.

[It is a possibility that Padmé hasn't expected. No doubt that first flash of relief of knowing someone else is here is crushed with knowing that they have no memory of you. She tries to think of her own life, but the people who knows and trusts she has known, and trusted, for a number of years. It would be far that this place would need to go to have them not know her.

But, to switch the conversation to something less painful, she does inquire.]


Which room number are you looking for?
fullcowl: (008)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-07 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He's amazing.

... Um? Like what?
friendlykillingmachine: (Default)

[personal profile] friendlykillingmachine 2016-08-07 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Roger that.

[He smiles. If they were radioactive, he would be the first to know — built in Geiger counters are good for that. But, like she says, he's sure they're just regular souvenirs with high sentimental value.]

Do these represent places you've been before? You must be from the Southwest! I'm from the former US, too, but from the Great Lakes region. New Chicago to be exact!

[Go, Team Earth!]
mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-07 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Though he doesn’t show it, he’s certainly relieved that the mainframe isn’t planning to press the issue. He’s still trying to feel out just what kind of AI this thing is—has no idea how it will or won’t respond to certain scenarios. If it’s programmed to pry or keep asking questions.

For now, that doesn’t seem to be the case, but 76 is generally bad with introductions, merely grunting affirmatively in response. He hasn’t decided if it’s nice to meet this thing yet, mostly because it’s not at all nice to be here.

Nothing personal, of course.
]
mylawn: (pic#10433704)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-07 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[That’s what he wanted to know—whether she’s familiar with him or not, and the answer she gives is more than satisfactory in that department. It’s not that 76 cares whether or not all these former Overwatch agents like him or approve of what he’s doing. What he needs to know is whether or not they’ll be trying to apprehend or otherwise accost him, even if home is, quite literally, a universe away.

But Angela isn’t implying any of that. She’s being as open and compassionate as he remembers, based solely on the fact that he tries to avoid killing innocent people if he really has to. Helix Security was just doing their job when he broke into Grand Mesa, so of course he’d done his best to injure rather than kill. Of course she’d pick up on it.
]

Wasn’t exactly looking for your blessing, Doc.

[Because, despite everything, it does miff him a little, that she seems to think he needs to hear all this. He has a job to do, a mission to complete, and for all she knows, he’s no better than Talon. He doesn’t need her approval, but maybe that’s just the part of him that wants them to hate him for what he’s done.

All that, however, is a moot point, given where they are. He doesn’t shake her hand, but he will introduce himself (whatever that means, anyway).
]

76.
fullcowl: (030)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-07 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't really want to be rude about it, but he does notice that they're going a different direction than what Tony gave him originally.

What's the most polite way to put this...]


... Did you forget which way the Nomo deck is?

[Or did he give the complete wrong directions?]
mylawn: (hnngh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-07 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Well. Yeah, now that Lúcio mentions it, 76 remembers seeing things about that in the news. He’s admittedly more interested in Lumérico than Vishkar, but the pieces are falling into place. This is that DJ-slash-freedom fighter guy.

Healing beats, though.
]

Right.

[That seems to be all he has to say about that. If 76 is impressed, he doesn’t show it—in fact, all of his body language indicates that he’s hoping to be on his way.]

Are you done?
wallride: (in the groove)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-07 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I had more, but I won't keep you if you're so intent on being grumpy and alone.

[he raises two fingers to his forehead.]

Good luck, man.
mylawn: (pic#10436249)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-07 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[he is SO INTENT ON BEING GRUMPY AND ALONE]
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

/adds to the hallways

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-07 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She had felt the anger before hearing the voice guided by it. A very familiar voice. She speeds up her steps and turns a corner only to--yep, that's Peter.

She walks over to him briskly, looking up at the ceiling and then back at him. ]


Peter! What are you doing?

[ You're looking a little crazy, brah. ]
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-07 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jean's had to deal with annoying teenage boys before. This is honestly no different. She even feels the urge to stick her tongue out at the door. But she just turns on her heel and goes back to her bed, flopping onto it, the fish and hamster trying to see her through the darkness on the other side of the room.

She crosses her arms and brings her legs up to sit cross-legged.

Joke will be on Anakin. She doesn't plan to be here in the morning. In fact, it might be an hour or two later that she leaves her room and the deck completely. It's only a temporary solution, obviously. ]
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-07 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That actually gets a laugh from her, not able to help it. ]

More than once is too many!
lostsymmetry: (Default)

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-07 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good enough for the mainframe. The speaker in the ceiling falls quiet, and if he's keeping a camera on his terminal, most of his attention will split off elsewhere unless he's addressed. He might be curious about his new roommate, but he's tested his limits far enough for now. Any conversation you can walk away from...?

Well, something like that.]
otiosity: (i glances)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-08-07 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Well.

Sounds like you're in a place where it's good to be a magic user. I'm a teeny tiny bit jealous.

[She throws her hands in the air. She won't keep bugging him.]
diamondhack: (at full attention)

[personal profile] diamondhack 2016-08-07 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He's a dog like any other, just built and programmed by me.

[Q sets a paw on the boy's knee, barking shortly once.]

I suppose I could've given him a layer of fur but that would be so difficult to maintain.
thumbsdown: (won't you make the music)

[personal profile] thumbsdown 2016-08-07 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Boone recognises that voice, which is a good thing because his eyes aren't focusing as quickly as he'd like.]

Liquid.

[He blinks, then lowers his shades.]

...Yeah, I guess.

[It's not much better, but still. He's not actually sure why he put them on. Habit, maybe.]

You can't sleep either?
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-07 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that'd be fucking stupid, how're you gonna get the space breeze?

[ it's a spaceship, there is no breeze, he's just being a twat, which is how Nick can likely tell that he's mostly getting to the point of alright. still not completely there, still want to find every original, non-Ingress native of this ship/universe and cut their throats open just for the sake of security, just because he thinks he could get away with it. but being still for now.

and just about that only. he doesn't trust himself to move much further right now, the shank still gripped in a hand, unwilling to put it away yet. it helps that nick's there, being nick, which means being a contrary shit babbling about most inconsequential, yet amusing, crap, andyr's lips pulling into a small smile at the mention of fish mumbling. ]


Yeah, I said your mom looks like a radioactive fish mutant.

[ no he didn't. it was some ramble of trivia - things he recites when he tries to get his mind to stop racing, a kind of calming mantra that's just embarrassingly stupid, but it happens to be one of the only things he really has extensively well memorized. this bullshit is his life. ]

Can't believe you left that ramen bowl to chase me.