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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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fibrosis: can't lose (eyes closed head first)

[personal profile] fibrosis 2016-08-08 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ good at it, she says. he's actually somewhat lucky she opts to ramble after stating as such. not that he visibly reacts, but still. he used to think he was, but she doesn't need to know or be burdened with his most recent personal crisis.

it's not a bad assumption though. she seems to have more experience here than he does - not difficult since he's new, but she doesn't seem like she's been here very long either. who knows - he'll probably ask in a little bit.
]

Thank you. [ blind faith is empowering but only if you don't think about it, and he has no idea what to do with it right now anyway. ] I've been thinking about that - how random the Ingress actually is. Are there any departments you know of that are understaffed?
Edited (lmao sorry i closed the tag and i had another version of it open in the next tab and i liked that one more) 2016-08-08 22:13 (UTC)
aerospacecommander: (starscream 149)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2016-08-08 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It's interesting, the differences between them -- being from different universes. This includes Ratchet who is much bolder (if not crankier) than the one he knows. Yet they both still share the medical passion.

He stands back, straightening up.

"Theres are so many things from your universe that are different and then some that are so similar. I wonder how vast the possibilities extend. Do the schematic or biological variances make your job difficult?"
Edited 2016-08-08 22:17 (UTC)
takeitslow: ([Joke])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-08 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Huh. Is the guy trying to make fun of him? Good thing Peter hardly cares if he is. Peter knows he tends to sound strange sometimes, using slang no one had used in decades. But he wasn't about to abandon the 70s yet, not when just a few months ago the calendar had just changed to '73.]

It can totally be enough time to shower. [Peter smiles, and it's show off time. He's gone and back within the blink of an eye, now wearing a different set of clothes.] Just got to know what you're doing.

But to answer your question, no. The time limit on the hot water happens to be a new feature. I'm guessing you're new or you'd know that.
flashbanging: deserters we are called (rebel souls)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-08 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
McCree winces, but his good humor doesn't waver; if anyone's allowed such freedom with his facial hair, it's surely Genji. He's about to make a comment to that effect when the other man's attention rapidly shifts (this, too, is familiar; even when burdened with anger and confusion, Genji always ran at a mile a minute) to McCree's prosthetic.

"This old thing?" he says, flexing the metal fingers as Genji conducts his inspection. To be honest, he's not as attentive to the arm as he probably ought to be. There's grime and grit in the joints; signs of wear and tear. Scratches, nicks, little dents. The beige paint of the skull is chipped in places. The whole thing could use work, frankly. "Happened forever ago, darlin'. I don't hardly think about it no more."

Not true, but he moves on quickly, shrugging. "It works. That's what matters, right?"
Edited 2016-08-08 22:24 (UTC)
takeitslow: ([Search])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-08 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Proof? Oh you want proof Pietro? Peter stiffens, nods and turns to kick the wall.]

Come on, you piece of machinery. [He jabs his thumb at Pietro.] Say something to him. Show him.
dust_of_life: (Flirty)

[personal profile] dust_of_life 2016-08-08 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[She won't get into the Crisis of Infinite Deans. Not on his first ride on the multiverse. It'll only cause a headache.

With an absent smile, she sets down her crate, pulling off the lid to reveal rows and rows of strawberries, bright and shining and red, like Chinese bells.]


Don't worry. Your reputation is sterling with me.

Strawberry?
lostsymmetry: (audio)

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-08 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter, somebody really needs to teach you the difference between a wall and a computer system. Somebody... else.

Nope, nope, and nope. The wall (and ceiling speakers) remain silent.]
iseedeadbees: (you straight trippin)

[personal profile] iseedeadbees 2016-08-08 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Aaand Ratchet seemed pissed all of a sudden. Starscream really didn't feel like sticking around to deal with a cranky old medic anyway, he hops down and starts making his way for the door, but stops short of leaving. He looks like he's about to say something, seems to think twice about it, and turns to leave again with a little wave. MAN what a nutty day.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (:D)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-08 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
...Huh.

[lúcio considers this for a good few minutes.]

I'll have to ask them how their albums sold!
sickbays: ᴅɴᴛ (wagon wheel)

[personal profile] sickbays 2016-08-08 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He snorts dryly at that those last reassuring remarks. If he had five credits every time he heard that, ]

Remind me again — which one of us has the medical license? [ He'll be making the prognoses here, Jim, and stop being so dramatic. It was just a pinch, not anything violent. The doctor purses his lips, head shaking slightly. ]

It's not bad now, but if you leave it fester long enough your hand's gonna look like a surgical glove filled with too much air. [ As it did two years ago, when Jim broke out from the vaccine for viral infections carried by Melvaran mud fleas. Bones'd rather not have an encore of that incident. Remind him to rig a hypo of epinephrine up before the younger man get cleared from medbay. God knows he'll probably need it, what with his laundry list of allergies and this new universe filled with foreign things Jim's never come into contact with.

Bones is going to need to start taking his daily aspirin, for sake of his head as well his heart. ]
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arcreact: hint: i am. ((724) i may or may not be wearing a cape)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-08 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tony sometimes feels inclined to snipe back against accusations like "doesn't play well with others", "bad at teamwork", because he definitely manages just fine when the situation actually calls for it, thanks. And this situation?

This situation does not call for teamwork.

He jabs Newt in the hand with a smell metal instrument that supplies an unfriendly static shock. ]


I'm working on a breakthrough project called "keep your hands to yourself and don't touch my stuff."
hopeslastreward: (Neutral ☆)

[personal profile] hopeslastreward 2016-08-08 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
No, no... I'm fine. [He laughs, a bit awkwardly, but takes her hand as he returns to his feet.] Well, I'm sure I'll be fine in a little while, at least. [Luck is funny like that. Anyway!] You seem like you've done this many times before, Angela.
otiosity: (i glances)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-08-08 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

Any mage where I'm from who claims to talk to animals because of magic is full of shit. He understands because he's the bestest, smartest, handsomest boy in the entire world. Aren't you? Aren't yoooouu? [She rubs the dog behind his ears and he woofs cheerfully and wags his stub of a tail.]

Magic is more... elemental. Fire, ice, rocks, gravity. That sort of thing. And dragons are cool until they decide that they want to eat you and wear your skull as a necklace.

[Ever so cheerful.]

What's a Gorn?
cyborged: (→A latent strain of color blindness)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-08 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Raiden sneaks a lot, he can't help it, stealth is basically second nature to him. There is a flash of something apologetic on his face but it's gone just as fast and he shrugs.]

You're impressed.

[There's a little bit of wryness to his tone, but also some curiosity. The guy must be kitted for combat if that's the case.]
takeitslow: ([Guard])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-08 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Wanda. Have they threatened you about this?

[Has she already told them she wouldn't? Has she been asked? Would they come for her now? He eyes the door, though he knows she's shielded the room. He wishes Alice were still here, that he could ask her to use her magic for a little extra protection.

Even so, he couldn't ask Wanda to stay in her room forever.]


I don't have anything to do until we land again. [He's already trying to form a plan.] I, I can stay with you, when you're working and stuff. I can keep them away from you.

[I don't want you to be afraid. I want to do better at taking care of you.]

You think we should lock it back up or...

[Or destroy him?]
notyetsore: (IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN)

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-08-08 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)


[Dying?

For a second or two, Ginko is motionless, seemingly frozen as what Kaworu said sinks in. He might not even be breathing for those few moments.]


But... that's--

[He bites his lip, trying to force his breath not to catch or speed up, fighting against the tightness that's threatening to take over his chest all over again.]

It's...

That doesn't seem like much of a choice.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (pchooo)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-08 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Not sure what you mean by outlier, so I'm gonna go with a no.

[he does a little twirl to show off the skates. maybe if he's lucky he won't get his legs snapped off.]

These are just armour!
sorryitasedyou: (So many things I'd say if only)

[personal profile] sorryitasedyou 2016-08-08 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Eyes narrow at that, any interest in pursuing just how he pulled that off taking a pause. ] I know what it is, thank you very much. [ Look, she almost let her knee-jerk response slip out instead of the more polite version. Something about just saying 'you're not a hat' seemed petty and counter-productive. She's still gonna be salty, though. Sorry, Pietro. She'd be impressed if she wasn't in a ridiculously foul mood.

She starts drying her hair, muttering more to herself than him. ]
Wouldn't need a towel for a hat if I still had mine. But no, they just had to take it. Drag me here in the middle of their stupid coup and without my glasses. I mean, who does that? So rude. [ She twists her brown curls into the towel in a practiced motion, lips forming a soft frown. ] They could have at least left me in the London rain. Warmer than the dumb showers on this dumb ship with the dumb captains.

[ Omg Darcy, get it together. ]
sorryitasedyou: (Fallen for the fear)

ok back from wedding! sorry for the delay ♥

[personal profile] sorryitasedyou 2016-08-08 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She can Speedy Gonzales her way into and out of situations pretty well, just like she can make just about anything ridiculously awkward or confusing. Crashing dates, getting arrested, being kidnapped, meeting new people. It was just one of her many skills that made her so unique and usually memorable.

And then he actually opens his mouth and confirms everything she was suspecting before she can even actually stream together a coherent sentence. "You're Spock. You're -- right? Am I right? Like, you're 100% real? Ears and all?" One day she'd get her shit together and approach situations rationally and keep her feet on the floor rather than her mouth. Today, however, was not that day.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (:D)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-08 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Lúcio! You know Drift? Or Ratchet?

[he's been around already!]
sorryitasedyou: (This doesn't have to be a sad song)

oh hey - back from wedding! sorry for the delay ♥

[personal profile] sorryitasedyou 2016-08-08 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She and Tony share a lot of qualities, even if she isn't a genius, billionaire, playboy, or philanthropist. It was easier to work through things out loud, especially with her already lacking filter. It was a habit she'd let explode thanks to Jane, considering the Astrophysicist tended to think aloud more than in her head.

There's no surprise when he makes no attempts to answer anything she'd word-vomited out. She was used to that, considering half the time the people around her weren't even paying attention. But, she wasn't raised under a rock and emotions or not - she still had manners. Usually. Taking the offered hand, she gives it a firm shake and does her best to keep the growing confusion off her face because this dude was just getting crazier and crazier. Weird and yet calming all at the same time. ]
Darcy. [ She'd have elaborated further, but his question catches her off-guard. Right, word-vomit. The reason she sucked at lying and secrets. ] Yeah, have you heard of it? Outside of books? Like the real rainbow-bridge deal and all?

[ Well, she'd already said this much. Why not take it a step or two further? ]
sorryitasedyou: (And rewrite the final lines)

GOOD also, back from wedding! sorry for the delay ♥

[personal profile] sorryitasedyou 2016-08-08 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rood.

Not that she's going to attempt to preserve any form of dignity she could have had left. As far as first impressions went, she could have done a lot worse by her standards. A face emerges from the burrito, not even attempting to hide just how red her cheeks were because holyshittonystarktho. ]


Uh-- [ Intelligence, Lewis. Use it. Less cave girl, more intern. ] He wasn't at his full godly status. Something about pissing his dad off and getting chucked down to earth. He went down like a bag of bricks, though. I'm, um, I'm Darcy - you might know or know of my boss? Dr. Jane Foster? Maybe? Ring any bells? Or Dr. Erik Selvig?

[ Bueller? ]
sorryitasedyou: (This doesn't have to be a sad song)

you mean yes pls, also back from wedding! sorry for the delay ♥

[personal profile] sorryitasedyou 2016-08-08 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Are space patents even a thing?

[ One day she'd learn to look before speaking, but today wasn't that day. She knew that face, deep down somewhere. Was he...? Oh. Oh. Wow, this ship just really liked to pull in all sorts of people. She lets the little recognition play out on her face before trying to talk again, eyes actually lighting up with some weird form of excitement. ] Dr. Banner? I-- You probably don't know me because why would you, but I know you? Or I know of you? In a not creepy stalker kind of way? [ Get back on track, Lewis. ] I'm Dr. Jane Foster's intern, Darcy. We do things with Dr. Erik Selvig and Thor? I-- I kinda tased him?

[ #wordvomitlife ]
mylawn: (pic#10463790)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-08 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is what he gets, he supposes, for letting his guard down in the wrong way. 76 should have expected something like this--prepared for it, but here's Reaper, one step ahead of him. It's only his own reflexes that keep those clawed hands from closing around his throat entirely.

He pushes back, pulse rifle clattering to the ground next to them, already forgotten in favor of more visceral grappling. Digging his boots into the ground only does so much to prevent him from being thrown, but he'll most certainly pull Reaper down with him, hands twisting in his coat.
]

And make this easy?

[He won't ever allow him that satisfaction, trying to lash out with his fist.]
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (ribbeat)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-08 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I've, uh. Been a little preoccupied.

[he lifts his wrist up, fiddling with the MID and muttering to himself.]

I'm gonna have to check this out later. [his tone is a little harder than it was before.] That's horrific.