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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?


( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
hopeslastreward: (Sadface ☆)

i'm sorry, things escalate very quickly when komaeda is involved LMAO

[personal profile] hopeslastreward 2016-08-02 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Well, himself. Komaeda shakes his head. "It's not like that for me," he informs her. She may get the distinct impression that he believes every word he says. "I'm really not good for anything. Even if I ask someone else to teach me, I'm still more of a liability than anything else. It's best that I stay with the cats -- I had one as a pet when I was younger, so I'm at least marginally less likely to fail."

Basically, anyone else who took that training would do great at whatever job they tried, provided they applied themselves enough. Komaeda wouldn't, because he's Komaeda.

He stops to consider her second statement. "...Well... I'd like to believe that I can be good for something, sometime in my life. Even if I can't do anything spectacular... I can still support the people who are the torch-bearers of hope and accomplishment. If I can lift people like them a little bit higher, to a level they couldn't get to as easily on their own... if I could do that, I think I would die happy."
psychobabblery: (in the dark of the night)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-02 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[As she comes from a more modern era, the first question she has is, naturally]

That's not shopped, right?

[Oh, the things that can be done with video editing software. Still, she doubts all that blood and guts could be made via special effects. Unless they blew out the budget for corn syrup, ketchup, and chunky salsa, of course. Still, she'll currently rule that out as extremely unlikely.]

How, exactly, does keeping it locked in a room stop it from doing that again? Doesn't have thumbs?
a_shadow: (I'm listening)

lights down low

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-08-02 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tex is walking by, minding her own business for the most part, though she does notice the guy and his apparent pet nearby. She stops when the creature blocks her way, though, and after looking nonplussed for a moment, arches her eyebrow in amusement. She waits until the young man reaches her to answer his question. ]

No. Well...I probably could, but I don't really have the authority to go against the new orders.

snipard: (022.)

[personal profile] snipard 2016-08-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Depends on who's in charge.

[ some people are good at what they do. others... well. stunning incompetence seems to describe a lot of people shepard's been running into lately.

after a moment's pause she holds out a hand--the one not lit up by her omni-tool--for a shake. ]


Commander Shepard, Systems Alliance. [ also known as someone in charge who isn't horribly incompetent. back home, at least. ]
sidecars: (if I ever take shit)

SPACE ODDITY TY TY ty..... ty

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-08-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Exemplary is the word to best describe Bucky's accommodations. He's no stranger to random inspections, so he keeps his room organized, with hotel corners on his bed and everything. Of course, the corner for his pup is a bit haphazard, but Fury's a dog! Dogs aren't organized creatures. But with them fucking around on Nomo Deck, he has decided to wander elsewhere for a time until they turned their strict eye on another group of unfortunates.

When he ventures back with Fury by his side, the only light around him is a burning cigarette between his lips. He gave up the vice long ago, but now and again he has a craving. With all the stress of this new and very sudden change, he's been digging into his old packs.

Of course, it's just the thing to distract him, flicking dead embers off the tip onto the ground, from say a stranger getting up close and personal on the front of his barrack door. Fury, thankfully, growls and yips at this invasion of privacy. Bucky's got neither gun on him, but a hand does hover over a blade at his back—That is, until he gets a good look at the man's face.

Ishmael is staring right back at him, and that's where they remain like two wild animals waiting for the other to make their move. Bucky goes first, though, holding up his hand as if to say "Hang on a sec" while he types a message to Miller. Whatever the interaction he has with his MID, it ends agreeably because his body language immediately changes from "Bwuh?" to "Haaay girlfriend". ]


Wanna cig?

[ He knows you do. ]
jedimindtrick: robins @ ij (☆ 1)

i.

[personal profile] jedimindtrick 2016-08-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Moro isn't Obi-Wan's deck, but it's more often than occasional that he finds himself wandering where he probably doesn't rightly belong. On days like this, when the Ingress is spitting out new arrivals, he's keen to keep his eyes open for familiar faces, particularly of late.

Well-hidden in his dark brown robes, he manages right into what could be considered fortuitous happenstance. He gestures to the door to the barracks as Spock leaves through it.
]

Pardon me. Is this your assigned room?
Edited 2016-08-02 01:34 (UTC)
dust_of_life: (Lost)

[personal profile] dust_of_life 2016-08-02 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay. Plot twist.

Fatima tilts her head to one side, her antagonism ebbing away. The girl is a teenager. Not much older than some of the dhampir back home on the Compound. Fatima has no maternal instincts to speak of, but she's a leader, after all. A queen. She knows the right way to treat scared and displaced teenagers.

And being territorial about the garden isn't going to help anyone.

She walks over to the bank of plants where the girl is working, looking down at the weed.]


These guys are stubborn. They curl their roots around the tubers. It's sort of like their final revenge. Like they're going "Haha, if you kill me, I'm taking the food with me."
devilofohara: (food)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-08-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
I don't... think I know what that means. Nobody bought him - as far as I can tell, he was one of the ship's original crew, and something... happened to him.

[Sorry Rose, Robin's from the early 1500's. They don't have photoshop where she comes from.

As to Rose's other question... she just kind of shrugs.
]

I don't know. The door is sealed closed, so I guess he shouldn't be able to get out on his own.
alterplex: (79.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Additional note to self, on top of 'thank Dr. Banner'— 'don't lean on doors'.

The one good thing about the MID being installed quite literally under his skin is that it keeps Venom from embarrassingly displacing it on the ground in his backwards trajectory, so there's one crisis averted.

As for being able to fly, well. No, he cannot do that, but he can absolutely reach out for the man standing just within his personal bubble as an impromptu cushion in the off chance that he can't find anything to brace his weight against. The reasoning here is pure soldier instinct: if an enemy gets you down, you better have taken the enemy down with you so you don't get shot in the head when your ass is on grass.

Whether or not he swings and misses is entirely up to Tony's reflexes, but if those bionic fingers find the seams of Mr. Stark's uniform, you bet he's going to be dragged under.

Otherwise, how humiliating— he'll stumble as gracefully as he can manage before finding his balance against one of those weird egg-shaped beds in the room.
]
rustledbyjimmies: (hm)

spock (star trek aos) | ota, will match

[personal profile] rustledbyjimmies 2016-08-02 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
lights down low, time to get nerdy

Disconcerting as the announcement following his arrival was, sudden change of leadership rarely providing calm in any capacity to the affected, Spock took to acquainting himself with his new vessel over dawdling on possibility. There was little sense speculating what he did not yet fully understand, and exploring, even just to busy himself at a time like this, was fair reprieve from the concern that was not so easily assuaged. At the least, he could acquire better resources with the task, and the situation could be better analyzed through his findings at a later time.

He made his way through the entirety of the ship, from the stern through the levels and rooms available to him on toward the bow. It was a scattered journey, access not always so clearly defined, but Spock gave his best effort to chart his personal discoveries as accurately as he could. In preparation for his formal duties aboard the Moira, he also documented his encounters for further interpersonal analysis.

(ooc: since he’s just going to be all over, leave you’re location of choice as the subject for me as a heads up. he'll most notably be in engineering, kipos (the gardens), and the library. thanks!)
backsassin: by <user name = sousaphone> (i could be the joker)

i

[personal profile] backsassin 2016-08-02 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[This isn’t the first time someone’s come through the Ingress covered in blood. It’s not the first time a kid has come through either. Those two things together though? That’s new. Zam stares mutely at the girl from over her veil, giving her a moment to adjust to her surroundings and then--

The girl turns towards her and pulls out a gun. Of course she does. Zam has a blaster of her own at her side, but she doesn’t draw it yet. Hopefully this kid doesn’t share Chara’s “attack first, make introductions later” mentality -- with a gun, she’d be able to do a lot more damage than Chara had before Zam took them out.

The fact that she’s asking questions while not pointing the gun at anyone is a good sign. Zam shakes her head. No, she hasn’t seen a baby anywhere. She then reaches for the MID on her wrist, summoning up the holographic keyboard and typing out a message of her own to display in the air between them.]


Are you hurt?
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] staring)

8/1

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-02 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
After all was said and done, Venom needed some time to himself. He didn't appreciate being poked and prodded, given a weird physical and shot, and then a job that didn't suit his skills at all. He could have gone back to his assigned dorm, but there were two others in there already. He didn't want to intrude, honestly.

Maybe a little exploring would help.

It still felt surreal, considering all he'd been through. One minute he was fighting for his Guild's revival, and then he was being processed as a new crew member. Maybe he could find some water or tea.

As he walks towards what he was told was the mess hall, he spotted a figure muttering over some rubble. At first it appears to be a person, but upon closer inspection, it's a skeleton. Huh.

"Reunions?" He asks quietly, curiously. "Are you expecting someone?"
takeitslow: ([Go])

Peter Maximoff | OTA

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-02 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Hallway; Don't You Know They're Always Watching?

Listen here you piece of metal shit!

[Peter's voice carries down the hallway, vehement in his anger. It might be enough to make someone thing Peter's got into another fight, for those who've been on board long enough to witness what he can do in anger to be worried. But anyone who comes close enough will see he's not talking to anyone, just staring and jabbing a finger at the ceiling in an otherwise empty hall.]

You can try to play nice all you want, I know what creeps like you are and I'm not going fall for it. So I better not catch you spying, got it?


[Note: This is a follow up to Peter's conversation with Mainframe and may include said character jumping into the conversation. I'm also up for a Wildcard option, just PM if you have any specific ideas or throw whatever my way.]
psychobabblery: (Default)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-02 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
And it turned them into... that. Somehow.

[Reassuring. Theoretically, couldn't it happen again? Turn one of them into Mr. Skeltal, round two? Shouldn't there be, she doesn't know, inspections for this kind of thing. Then again, she's never ran a universe-spanning kidnapping racket, so perhaps they're a little laxer than she'd otherwise assumed. Maybe there's no space OSHA.]

What kind of seal? When the tower falls and the planets align, if one thinks of a key, the creature will be released and their reckoning will be on hand. [Suddenly dropping that Seer cadence.] Or is it more like super glue?
caelus: made by chatona for me dnt (102)

[personal profile] caelus 2016-08-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Chaotic is a word Jim is used to. He's had two refits since taking over the Enterprise, not to mention the missions that have changed the face of the Federation to start. Jim is here, ready to do the work he was assigned, but not without being dubious. He doesn't trust the captains, but he trusts the new ones even less.

But he hasn't been here long enough to go off anything but his gut, and getting to know people is the first step in getting his bearings. That---and wandering dark passageways, apparently. ]


Nice to meet you, Steve, and yeah, I'm new. [ He looks around, not seeing anyone but the two of them, and wonders what the guy is doing here. ] They, uh, tasked me with being their Interpersonal Relationships Officer.

Mostly I'm just trying to get my bearings. This isn't---official or anything.
a_shadow: (This is the way it is)

b

[personal profile] a_shadow 2016-08-02 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a while since she's seen him around, but with the way things have been recently, that's not too surprising. She raises an eyebrow when she first sees him, about to pass through the area, but eventually she decides to stop, crossing her arms. She's all for proper gun maintenance and the like, but there's a time and a place. ]

Don't tell me you forgot where the shooting range is.
heisenbitch: (💊 uneasy)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-02 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fire stick...? His eye darts at his cigarette in his hand, then back at the car.

Trying so hard to act like everything is cool. Like he's not shitting his pants. Be cool, Pinkman, be cool. ]


Yeah. Totally. Yeah. Just... [ gesturing to his cigarette. Managing to muster a sarcastic tone even in spite of how freaked out he looks. ] hangin' out on some freaky ass spaceship welding my face with a cigarette. Yeah, that's just like. A day in the life, yo.
poolhall_killer: (hmmm...)

[Lights Down Low]

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-02 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[This really has to stop. Venom's getting eye strain from having to focus so much. He's done a few rounds of washing to the best of his ability, and he's navigating to his next area when he accidentally bumps into someone.

Again.

He's about to apologize when he recognizes the voice.]


I remember you from the cafeteria. Is something a matter?
prorenataa: (multi-tasking)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-08-02 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ To be honest, a library like this was something of a novelty to Adrien as well. He came from a world where paper was no more and books were, likewise, considered treasures. He'd lucked out in his travels to pick up medical texts and to still have them here with him on the Moira.

Though the doctor didn't smile, he arched an eyebrow at the self description of 'optimistic'. He'd seen (and indulged in) this sort of 'testing' at the walls of the cage. However, as it could be argued he was doing the same thing, just in the hard copy mode...

not much room to talk. ]


Don't electrocute yourself. [ He said simply, setting his finger on the page he was reading and closing the book. ]

Adrien and this is Courser. [ He introduced the bahari, who took Jim's brief glance as an invitation to introduce himself. Standing up, with a slinky stretch, he padded over and lowered his head to snuffle curiously at the ground near where Kirk was laying. ]

We were exploring our 'optimism' the old fashion way. [ He explained, lifting the book for emphasis. ]
grandpaladin: (I told you homeboy)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-02 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ragdoll hug or no ragdoll hug, it's returned full force. And hasn't changed. Not even a little. It's still the same monster hug it always was. Still the same monster laugh -- overjoyed and rolling off the walls. Yes, he's here. And glad to see another familiar face.

"I am here! Surprise!" Another laugh, big and booming. He even swings Genji around a couple times before he settles the smaller man down onto his feet. Still weighs next to nothing.

"But no, I have not seen anyone else..." A pause. "It has been a while, my friend. Are you well?"
caelus: made by chatona for me dnt (096)

[personal profile] caelus 2016-08-02 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim had been making his way through the passageways, talking to who he could, but ---well, being recognized was the last thing he expected. He doesn't recognize her, and he's usually pretty good with a face. Okay, he's sometimes good with a face.

He really hopes she's not a---fling. Cause, boy, that would be awkward. ]


I'm sorry you caught me a little off-guard. Do I know you?
grandpaladin: (I told you homeboy)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-02 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He stops, turning toward the sound of the voice -- while the familiarity nags at him. Then he blinks, and for a second his mind jumps to conclusions.]

[Ana?]

[No, impossible. Which means -- ]


Fareeha! [PHARAH COME HUG YOUR GRANDPA.]
morethan084: (wincing)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-02 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Her hot shower cut short was enough to put Daisy into a slightly bad mood, but what really brought it all home was the tech not working at full speed. She wasn't exactly looking where she was going, messing with her MID to try and get it to work at its normal speed. So it wasn't really a surprise when her foot touched someone else's shoe and she stumbled forward. Well, at least she didn't face plant.]

Shit. Sorry.
dust_of_life: (Confused)

[personal profile] dust_of_life 2016-08-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[She blinks her big brown eyes. It's definitely him. Definitely Jim. Not some other twisted version of what happened with the Jefferson-slash-Winter-Soldier-Guy paradox.

...but he doesn't remember her. Despite all of her experience with the four Dean Winchesters...it still hits her in a funny way...]


I...

Yes. I mean. We knew each other. In...Zelien?

Water monsters? And...COMPASS project heads?
hanzer: (no forreal fuck off macready)

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[A snort that could be taken for laughter, if one were generous about it. A witty alien– who knew?

It's one second too late that Adam realizes he's staring, and he turns his head away a little too quickly, grimacing. He's been on the receiving end of stares like that too many times to feel good about doing the same thing to someone else. When he turns back around – fully-facing the alien this time – it's with the darkened lenses shielding his eyes, his implants making the dim lighting a non-issue. ]


We'll go with that. [Sounding more like he's trying to convince himself than anything else...But at least with his eyes covered, it's easier to keep his expression its usual blank neutral.] Sorry, things are a little– fuzzy. None of this [a vague gesture at the whole of the ship] is exactly helping.

[Not a great excuse for accidentally starting off a conversation with "I should be dead," but it's all he's got. Already, he's regretting the momentary lapse in control.]