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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: (rrgh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah but here's the thing about 76. He is an Actual super soldier. Maybe he's not 'throw a fifteen foot robot' strong, but he's definitely a 'push past a fifteen foot robot' strong.

This guy gets one more chance to move and then 76 is gonna body-check him.
]
deconstruct: (pic#10330103)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-08 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he can hear the shift of fabric behind him, and the footfalls that follow, and andyr's realized he has a tag-along now. maybe it's for the best, give him some kind of distraction, like nick and his shit talk does.

then again, maybe he'll just piss him off even more, and we'll be worse off than we started. either way, andyr doesn't make any move to get away from him, or welcome him, only responds dryly. ]
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't spar, not interested in sex, and you don't want me taking it out on punching bags unless you're volunteering to clean up the mess.

[ the simulations can at least account for his strength, and given he isn't actually hitting anything that won't disperse into pixels, there's no damage to cause to anything. the training equipment in the regular rec rooms isn't so lucky. ]
deconstruct: (pic#10273640)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-08 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Which makes you wonder where the hell they all went.

[ because everyone except for those two officers, and the monster locked up, is gone, and andyr doesn't believe one thing killed them all. he halts abruptly, though, where he was about to pick up his tray and head off, when she mentions voices. frowning, he shakes his head, lunch forgotten for the moment. ]

Voices? I've only ever been up there with other people around. What do you mean voices?
compensate: (Characterization Marches On)

c1

[personal profile] compensate 2016-08-08 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Books are hard to come by in Ergastulum, and the single bookcase Nic had back home pales in comparison to the library here. It's a little overwhelming, having access to so much, and his pile of familiar classics - Hamlet, The Scarlet Letter, and Canterbury Tales - quickly grows with historical texts, manuals on space travel and basic animal anatomy, and... Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

At present, he's got his nose buried in a novel at one of the tables, though he's clearly not enjoying this read - eyebrows furrowed, lips pulled back in a grimace. The name was what caught his attention, but every page turn seems to be a struggle until finally, Nicolas gives up and discards it in someone else's pile.

Enjoy that copy of Twilight sitting nicely on top of your ever growing pile, Andyr. ]
cadeuces: free to use (with artist credit) unless marked DNS! (steady my breathing)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-08 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angie recognizes an assessment when she receives one and she lets him look her over as blatantly as he likes, not that it will turn up much. Her suit is largely as borderline protective as possible to reduce weight; some light plating over the vitals and then her arms which would take the most damage if she had to protect herself, the rest a protective mesh that would help defend against shrapnel but not bullets. The most unique aspect of her Valkyrie suit are the wings affixed to the back, idly producing a glowing yellow exhaust like the heat off of asphalt. No smell, no particles, no chemicals— likely a product of her nanotechnology research.

She maintains her easy demeanor, relaxed under his gaze even as she realizes she's being picked apart. It almost feels like something that is necessary for him. ]


I am, yes. I arrived about... an hour ago? Perhaps? It's difficult to say. [ Patience is a virtue she has in spades. She can wait without being too expectant. ] My name is Angela Ziegler; I'm a doctor involved in war relief efforts as well as nanobiology and nanotechnology. I've also done a lot of work with prosthetics. And what do I call you?

[ Her touch hadn't been welcome when she'd startled him with it, but she'll hold out a hand to shake and see if it works any better when he's aware of it, introducing themselves. ]
harderfasterwrecker: (I am not capable of many faces)

[personal profile] harderfasterwrecker 2016-08-08 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know if you look this terrible all the time.

[ Gee, Whirl. How sweet.

He compresses his knees to get a better look. ]


You look like you've been leaking, you know? That's bad, right? Cause, the medbay is like....Thataway.

[Whirl points with a giant claw.]
averagehero: (One punch?)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-08 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought they were already doing that. [he already came to terms with this idea, but apparently he was a head of the game, for once]
soldiergenes: ("you haven't met me)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-08 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It would make sense that memories would be fuzzy if he'd literally been on his last breaths, so Snake can't say he's surprised that the guy's unsure of his ultimate fate. It would make it hard to know how to proceed now that he's out in the middle of space.

What's the point in going home if only death is waiting for you?

At the question, Snake shakes his head. ]
No, I've managed to skirt death so far. [ Although he'd spent a good chunk of time faking his own death back home. But as he'd told Raiden once, he's still got too much to do. ]

You must have signed the contract... you planning on going back?
averagehero: (Interesting)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-08 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Can't think of anything you should stab. You new?
peacemongering: (Oh you crazy kids)

[personal profile] peacemongering 2016-08-08 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's good to know that dreams can still come true after one passes their mortal coil," he remarked in a good natured voice. Surely not everyone who arrived here was dead, but he considered it valuable information to know. Medical staff weren't at leave to give out patient information after all.

"That sounds like a very rewarding occupation. You are, after all, taking our safety in your hands more directly than other jobs that I've read about," he remarked. Now would she be useful or not? He was leaving it up for a decision in the future.

Alexander patted his chest gently with a hand. "Due to my health and age, they are still making a decision on what occupation I would be suited to. I'm sure it will be one that takes my previous skill set into account." He lied as smoothly as he spoke the truth.
averagehero: (Interesting)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-08 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[too bad, he's answering, anyways]

Been here a couple months and I still get lost. Mess Hall for food is all that really matters... and the bathroom. [anything else, like reporting to your job on time or finding your room, well that's more trouble than it's worth some days]
averagehero: (Lazy)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-08 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
They don't think about it, trust me. They put me on wing repair and I can barely put batteries in a remote control.
averagehero: (I said stop)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-08 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah, why are you skating around? [the hallways were decently large, but still, an accident waiting to happen]
mylawn: (pic#10436243)

did i really not finish a sentence in there good job me

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[That gets his attention, enough for him to set down the gun. Yeah, he needs this list. He wants this list. He wants to know how this guy got the list.]

Do you have a list of potential threats?

[Suffice to say, he's interested, if something like that actually exists.]
imaginary_wife: (Layer 6)

[personal profile] imaginary_wife 2016-08-08 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yup. Just like you.

But I'll let them say a little something about themselves if they run into you. [She notes there's no answer on the hurts issue, so she straightens up to her full height of a whopping unimpressive 5'3'' and nods.]

Looks like you should be good to go, and I got your name in here. So go get one of these nice bland uniforms for yourself.
notyetsore: (the glowing bugs are still there)

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-08-08 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Um... sort of? I guess it sounds like the tree... but I think it's different.

[He thinks.]
yorisearching: (long ago)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-08 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The effort made at reassurance even mid-crisis and the fact that they don't seem to mind training up people with different backgrounds permitted Yori to relax a little. She wasn't expected to perform yet, she wouldn't have to risk any mistakes that would upset or damage anyone.

"I know a little about ships. Not much about actual space." Yori waved a hand in poorly hidden awe at the nearest display of stars. "The controls here make sense, but I need a lot more context before I'd feel safe using any of them." Navigating inside a computer network had some surprising similarities to outer space, but also more differences than Yori had yet found time to catalog.

Did she have any right to make suggestions? Everything looked very busy. It might streamline the process. "I'll do my best to learn quickly, but in the meantime if there's data you need sorted or a station that just needs to be watched for changes, that's probably the best I can manage today."
notyetsore: (the glowing bugs are still there)

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-08-08 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[As often happens when he talks to Kaworu, Ginko isn't totally sure how to process a lot of this.

But he understands that, for whatever reason, Kaworu is pretty certain that he really doesn't have any choices.]


But how can that... that doesn't seem right. [Factually or ethically? Maybe both.] You... you can do so much. Why wouldn't you be able to make your own choices? It's not...

[He trails off, his mouth pressing into a thin line.]
mylawn: (rrghbll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's easy enough to press forward on his revenge quest when the human cost of his colossal failure isn't staring him right in the face. Listening to Reinhardt talk about it is almost unbearable.]

Sorry to bring it up.

[He needs to get out of here, too, before he says something he's going to regret. If that means he needs to be chased down with a contract, so be it. 76 slides off the exam table, ignoring protests from medbay staff as he collects his rifle and tries to leave--get somewhere, anywhere else.]
foodsofmypeople: (Side on)

[personal profile] foodsofmypeople 2016-08-08 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan was poking at his food, trying to muster up the enthusiasm to eat it, and looked up in surprise as Shep sat down opposite him. "Trying to decide just what it is. It certainly isn't the chicken that it was advertised. Have you tried it, Shep?" The familiarity may well be a surprise, given that he was no longer the wet behind the ears Lieutenant he was back on the first mission.
braceforimpact: (pic#10253878)

This is so anime I stg.

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-08 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
There is one choice I have.

[Are you ready for this, Ginko?]


notyetsore: (are you talking to me)

i mean to be fair they are animes

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-08-08 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
...What is it?

[He definitely isn't ready. In fact, he kind of realizes he's not sure he's ready. But that doesn't mean he won't ask.]
foodsofmypeople: (Default)

[personal profile] foodsofmypeople 2016-08-08 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
At least Kaidan had managed to hear on the grapevine that people here could come back from the dead, or else his reaction to being faced with a literal blast from the past would be far more embarrassing than it was. He dropped his fork in his so-called meal, and hit the table as he stood up in a hurry. "Nihlus?" The Turian who's death set the whole thing in motion, it seemed. The day they realized that something serious was up. The day Shep found that Prothean beacon. "I... uh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were here too."
mylawn: (pic#10433702)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even after meeting so many of the people from Jack Morrison's past--trying to process how they even got here and what kind of coincidence this is or isn't--he hasn't given thought to the possibility of certain others being on the ship as well. In hindsight, he'll realize how foolish it was, but right now he's got other things on his mind. He's heard of the mercenary, certainly. Knows who it has to be, even if he desperately doesn't want it to be true. That, however, isn't exactly what he's thinking about as he explores the darker areas of the ship.

Reaper doesn't show up on his environment scanner, and 76 is too hyper-focused on his current task to catch something that hides so well in the shadows.

He thinks he's alone until it's too late. By the time the hair prickles on the back of his neck, Reaper is already solid and on him, and he's cursing himself for being so sloppy. 76 spins on his heel, trying to bring an arm up to block the chokehold, but only manages to get halfway before at least one hand is on his throat.
]
Edited 2016-08-08 18:56 (UTC)
deconstruct: (pic#10330102)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-08 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Are the people running this ship fucking insane?

[ he understands himself getting away with literal murder back in hapsburg, but that was because he was corporate blueprints, they needed him. but these crew are just random ass people. if he'd have been just any clone causing all that mayhem, he'd have been put down years ago. ]

You don't sound like you like Loki.