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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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mylawn: (pic#10433677)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes. He is going this way. 76 is hard-pressed to be intimidated by such a childish stunt. He's also incredibly stubborn. Faced with someone (or something) saying 'no, you can't go this way' only means that he's going to try harder to do so.

Who's gonna try and push past the fifteen foot robot? This guy.
]
takeitslow: ([Whoa])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-08 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
He snickers, leaning into the quick touch for the half-second it lasts. He can't see anything wrong with Sans and that's enough to put him at ease. Out of sight, out of mind. "Maybe I should start being more sentimental, make sure you're getting enough."

Peter lets Sans tug him down, willingly bending to meet Sans' eyes. He's amused, ready to make a joke about how he didn't actually run into him or groan and ask if that was meant to be a pun, but the humor dies when Sans mentions their knew authority.

"I have and I don't like them. Why?"

[personal profile] beside_myself 2016-08-08 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[He may or may not stumble a bit at the gesture. Why the fuck is this guy so big?]

Uh, I mean. I can help you find it? It should be in my hall somewhere.

[He looks around and finally notices the large case floating close by. He's the most observant, clearly.]

What's in there? [Subtle.]
hanzer: (no seriously why do i bother)

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-08 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[A normal person might've walked straight into the guy skating backwards and in front of him when he came to a stop like that– but Adam's reflexes, supercharged as they are, stop him just short of smacking into Lúcio.

That reaction earns him an honest look of surprise, and both arched brows.]
The crewman, Ploiatos. One of the originals, before any of us. Attacked a bunch of the crew, and pretty recently too, from the sounds of it.

The new captain talked about it in that announcement– didn't you see? [He indicates, with a lift and a shake of one hand, the MID encircling his wrist.]
justice_from_above: (pic#10322369)

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-08 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
I will keep that in mind. I've no intention of taking advantage of your abilities. [But that does raise an interesting question ...] What will you do here, if you cannot work in the medbay?
justice_from_above: (pic#10326701)

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-08 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
That definitely counts! [She tries to keep happy as well, but she realizes not everyone is as lucky. She wilts ever so slightly as she can't stop herself from thinking about her mother. She slips her hand in Reinhardt's and gives it a squeeze, happy he's here, at least.]

Why do you think we've been brought here? Is it really as random as they claim?
Edited (WHOOPS WRONG ICON) 2016-08-08 05:49 (UTC)
mylawn: (pic#10436329)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that's right! Some poor older man!!!

He's angry and in pain, which means he's sloppy. 76 isn't injured like she is, at least (and certainly doesn't know about the ribs, or anything), but his reaction is entirely wild reflex. They all trip over each other and he goes down, landing hard on the entryway floor with an audible expulsion of air.

This, plus the boot to his groin, is apparently enough to keep him down, if only momentarily. He lets out an audible groan, as if deciding whether or not it's worth pursuing this particular physical altercation.
]
twelveminutesolder: (100)

[personal profile] twelveminutesolder 2016-08-08 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Code words.

[ He's still mulling that over--it's not necessarily out of place, that phrase, in the same way that nothing is out of place in a situation like that. It's still something to make him think, and he mulls the words over for a moment before he realizes the other said something else.

Maybe Pietro hasn't really, truly noticed him because of how quiet he is. Like a ghost, slipping through from place to place. ]


Not at all. But you did.

[ It's a silent invitation to elaborate if he wants, but Pietro doesn't feel like he should pry--this is obviously a private moment, even if the silver haired Sokovian is lingering in it. It's beautiful. He knows Wanda had done it for him, too, and that makes him pipe up a third time: ]

She'd like that you were watching over her, I bet.
twelveminutesolder: (92)

[personal profile] twelveminutesolder 2016-08-08 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he's tempted. He is so tempted to press the button, but instead he throws it into the air and catches it, treating it as if it were some softball and not an actual precious piece of technology.

It's kind of nice to just putz around with people that are newer than him. He missed out on it going into cryo. He'll be careful not to break it, and he's in the middle of trying to read the screen when Spock speaks again.

'obviously a tool of technology.' Is this guy mocking him? The urge to press that button is flaring up again. ]


Oh, yes, you're very clever with your toys and makeup. [ He notices that eyeshadow, man. ]

What makes Vulcans so special? Asides from no bow and arrows.
twelveminutesolder: (96)

[personal profile] twelveminutesolder 2016-08-08 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
There are a number of questions Pietro has, and he tries to push past the 'are you going to eat that?' question that intrudes the most. Instead, he looks at the other--really looks, and hums thoughtfully to himself.

"Then are you are not new to space, or the military?"

It's in the way he carries himself; the jaw mostly. That and he'd mentioned rations, so Pietro assumed it was a logical conclusion to come to. Or he could just be absolutely wrong-which happened a lot. It hurt his pride, but it happened.
redshitlord: (could have swore you said before)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-08-08 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... yeah that happens. I'm sorry dude.

You wanna sit down or something?
redshitlord: (CHERRY BOMB)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-08-08 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
You know what he does, Genji? Do you know what this little shit does? He flips the poor man the fingerguns.

"I can help you with both, metal man."

Because, in short order, his whole body twists, folds. And turns into something else entirely.

A bright cherry red sportscar.

That pops open a door invitingly.
redshitlord: (but don't think it bothers me at all)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-08-08 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Try me!

[It's as close to "come at me bro" as the situation can get. He even spreads his hands.]

It was on the car I scanned. Jerk. I'm not even from your planet.

I suggest your face bears that in mind.
orplasmic: (47)

[personal profile] orplasmic 2016-08-08 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Drell, huh?

[ Well, there goes his next question. Not a martian, then. He rubs the back of his neck and tries to process that he's talking to an alien on a spaceship. This is stretching his mind a bit more than he's ready for. ]

Sorry. I'm not used to this... [ He gestures vaguely at, well, space. ] Stuff. I never met an alien before.
grandpaladin: (Fresh new kicks and pants)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-08 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
You... would figure correctly, my friend.

[Even if this guy has as unfortunate intentions as it seems... if he is the face (mask, whatever) on the news... it won't hurt anything to try and paint a slightly less bad picture of the organization. However horrible it went in the end.]

[It wasn't all bad. And someone like him has to hang onto the good. Spread it how he can.]


Very complicated. And painful. It is not something I speak lightly of.

... so I will not bore you.
grandpaladin: (hello little friend)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-08 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hah! Good! I would hope so. Or else I would disappoint you.

[It's hard -- he would understand, if she said so -- hard not to think of Ana. And Jack. Of all the good, before things crumbled. It's been hard not to think of it for a long time now.]

[He smiles for her, though, patting her hand fondly.]


Ach, I have no head for these things. Too many hits. Always wear your helmet.
grandpaladin: (let me bust the funky lyrics)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-08 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Germany, that's why. Apparently.]

All right! Let us go forth!

[He beams at the other man, and resumes pushing his trunk.]

Oh, my armor. It is very important, and must be taken care of.
grandpaladin: (hello little friend)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-08 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
At the moment? Smoking and partly on fire! [He laughs as he says it. Because he'd been taken from the Dragons' lair. Which... had ended up being on fire, in the process of their fight.]

As for the second? I do not mind any sort of place. An adventure is an adventure, yes?
grandpaladin: (you can't touch this)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-08 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[For all his size, and strength, Reinhardt has a careful grip. Not too hard, or overpowering. Firm, though. He's worked on this a lot -- had a lot of time to.]

Ginko. It sounds... that is a leaf, isn't it?
redshitlord: (desert wind is howling)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-08-08 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, really?

I'm like three times your size here!

[He's also a beanpole. If he's pushed too hard, he'll probably fall over. But for now, he's, childishly, holding his ground.]
dancingblade: pixid: 586640 (01)

[personal profile] dancingblade 2016-08-08 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[then it's probably for the best that he leave the menial tasks to someone who has no emotions. Fi has been quietly picking up the pieces that are beyond help and while it hasn't made too much of a dent in the pile, it's at least cleaned it up a little]

The vessel has been operating at 38% efficiency. Many people have not been assigned tasks that they are most well suited for... However, based on observations, it seems that main skill among crew is one's ability to eliminate their enemies. With that fact, they may be considering secondary or tertiary abilities when assigning jobs.

I have been assigned the title of 'Counterintelligence Officer'. [the items stop rotating leisurely for a moment, like she's lost in thought] I confess, I have only a 13% understanding of that role requires of me.

[she turns to look at Jensen]

Where would you like me to place these ruined artefacts?
mylawn: (pic#10433717)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't say anything, at first. Of course he's expecting something to go wrong. 76 doesn't trust the ship, doesn't trust the people on it, doesn't trust the new management that claims the Moira was theirs in the first place. He's not hopeful enough to think he'll find escape routes, but contingency plans never hurt.

What he's not sure about is the implication that Adam seems to want to come along. 76 will take a moment to give him a good long once-over, as if he's considering the viability of this proposal.

Eventually, however, he seems to relent.
]

Nothing better to do?
alterplex: (14.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-08 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's enough amiability in him left to realize that she probably doesn't mean that question to be an accusation, so he reciprocates with a ghost of a smile. ]

If we've been drinking, yeah.

[ Implied: 'you might know something embarrassing about me'. It's as lighthearted as he can get, a half-joke. ]
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[personal profile] dancingblade 2016-08-08 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"It is not my place to pass judgement on the actions of the captains, both past and present," Fi replies. It is a very matter of fact, melodious and strangely monotone statement. Despite her journey with Link, she hadn't picked up on the finer details of social interaction... Though considering how short the time they spent together was, that might not be a surprise after all.

"You seem uncertain. Have you experienced something like this before?"
alterplex: (76.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-08 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Listen man, you're the one that's going to feel awkward when you find out that this ignorant loser is your roommate. That said, the AI is doing marvelously at feigning a low-level of sentience. No offense intended.

Venom mulls over whether or not it would be a spectacularly bad idea to barter information for information (what if this computer sends a fleet of space pirates against them or something??), especially considering that the device seems to specialize in household amenities, but. Well.
]

This ship is called the Moira. Ring a bell?

[ If not, Venom's going to feel stupider than he already does. ] Who put you here?