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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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rustledbyjimmies: (indeed)

[personal profile] rustledbyjimmies 2016-08-09 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Spock offers a small, polite bow of his head in proper greeting once the man acknowledges him before he continues.

“There is a book that I wish to acquire located near you. While it is accessible to me without making physical contact, I did not wish to intrude on your immediate vicinity without offering some manner of forewarning.” He pauses for a moment after to let his words process.

“May I retrieve it from the shelf before you?”
pushed: (pic#9304565)

[personal profile] pushed 2016-08-09 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
What?

[At least put the shank away first so he doesn't feel like he's being led to slaughter. Nick follows with minimal protest - physically, anyway. That mouth is still going.]

Why am I learning Muay Thai? Do I look like the kind of guy who enjoys taking a foot to the face? [Wait.] And feel free to not answer that.
happyclappyhippydrippy: (man all them dead people)

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-09 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine.

[FILTHY LIIIIES]

You said you saw Magnus? I ran into him earlier.
heartscold: (surprised to see you)

lights down low

[personal profile] heartscold 2016-08-09 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Snart glances over at the random stranger who has just addressed him, looking him up and down casually. It's not too often that people strike up a conversation in the halls (maybe it's the leave me the hell alone vibe he tends to project), but okay. He'll talk.]

Sure, Jim. [He draws the name out a bit slowly, as much as one syllable can be.] What'dya want to talk about?
rustledbyjimmies: (doubtful)

[personal profile] rustledbyjimmies 2016-08-09 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[After a moment’s consideration, Spock opens his mouth to speak to the affect with which the doctor indicated would be his preference, to say that he is pleased to see his friend, but the action is cut short when Leonard moves to stand properly again and grouses over his discomfort.

Not knowing the best means to allay the doctor’s aches, he simply offers his hand as a means to aid the man in straightening himself.
]

It does seem quite foolish.

[He remarks, not to be condescending, but to agree. The interlocking chains, while fairly sustainable against great weight, are hardly something pleasant to lay one’s weight against.]
arcreact: "let me go get some popcorn, watching you make your own decisions should be quite the shitshow" (and then she said to me:)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-09 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smirks. ]

You know me so well.

[ He lifts his wrist, giving the MID a tap. He might be more nervous about this kind of thing if it were his own tech, but he doesn't give a damn about what goes on with the MID; he trusts Cortana significantly more than any of the authority figures in charge of the thing, anyway. ]

The MID network is still at full power despite the Draconian power cuts elsewhere, and I'm better company than the inside of a computer anyway. Though you're gonna have to play nice with JARVIS.
alterplex: (52.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-09 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
...Some people call me that.

[ Again, not a lie: this is who he was made to be, so of course the title applies to him. This corroborates his suspicions that this man probably met Ishmael, if the face is familiar and the designation just as much. It leaves him in a difficult position to proceed.

He doesn't lower his defensive stance, but he does relax his face. A pale invitation for Raiden to explain himself. ]
lostsymmetry: (Default)

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-09 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Like this? I wouldn't say so." Unless she's talking about their current conversation. Some aspects of that are getting very familiar indeed.

"Mind if I ask what you are programmed for? Designation too, if you've got one." Not that he isn't willing to make something up off the top of his queue, but apparently things are a little different here.
rustledbyjimmies: (this simple feeling)

[personal profile] rustledbyjimmies 2016-08-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He recognizes the colloquial usage of “dicks” immediately and thinks to remark on it to some regard, but Spock thinks better of it after a moment, realizing of course that saying such a thing to a stranger would hardly endear him in the way it would when he used it to tease his existing friends.

The stranger’s confirmation toward his interest in history sparks a mild giddiness in Spock, who is always eager to discuss any of his interests with anyone willing to reciprocate. To that end, he nods and offers something akin to a smile, though it does not hold quite the same finish.
]

I admit to have been doing something quite similar, though in part through reviewing the ships log archives and not only through books.

May I ask if you have encountered anything you find intriguing and would wish to share with a fellow enthusiast?
mylawn: (raaaghghrh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-09 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Reinhardt making that opening for him gives him a moment of pause, but he has more sense than to linger. He'll seize the opportunity to leave, not looking back.

It's harder than he thought it would be.
]

rustledbyjimmies: (NaN%)

[personal profile] rustledbyjimmies 2016-08-09 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
The question is jarring, coming from a stranger in a universe he is not native to, and Spock freezes for a moment before his brows narrow in relative confusion.

“Indeed, I am known as Spock. And my existence as well as my ears are quite real.”

And then he is not so certain where to begin after that and takes a moment's pause before continuing.

“If I may inquire as to how it is you know my name, miss...?”

Perhaps she is native to his own universe. That is the only logical conclusion Spock can reach at the moment, however, her temperament does not seem like that of anyone in Starfleet, which would be the predominant means through which any human recognizes him.
flashbanging: deep down, you might like what i've found (come closer)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-09 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ All right, then. McCree slides on, keeping cordial; keeping casual. ]

You got the right of it. Ain't been here but a minute. Still tryin' to sort out my bearings.
arcreact: (keywords?!!??!)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-09 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ You're not his real dad. Blandly, ]

I was raised by wolves.

Oh, but wait, if we're getting excited about this manners thing: care to have a seat? Posture that perfect looks exhausting.
flashbanging: but my color comes back (paint me in a corner)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-09 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The metal klink klinks as Pharah raps against it, and McCree's expression takes on an 'aw, shucks' quality. ]

Nothin' quite so fancy as all that. Just something to replace what got lost.

[ He rubs his beard with his good hand, making a show of looking her over. ]

Helix Securities, eh? I heard of that firm. Prestigious. You done well for yourself.

[ He sounds proud; warm. He's truly glad for her. ]

Damn sight better'n some of us old mercenaries, anyhow.
gainedlove: (* Clear Mind)

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-08-09 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[Frisk looks at the swirling light with a curious expression, silent for several long moments. Then they reach out, trying to touch it.]

Well, I think it's pretty neat.
alterplex: (39.)

literally me all the time though YOU'RE DEF 100% FINE

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-09 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The operative term in his question was "Diamond Dogs", not "Venom Snake", so the understanding that all that'll be left of that quiet haven in the middle of the Seychelles will be delegated to rumors of his own exploits leave a bitter taste in his mouth. If there'd been one thing to be said in favor of Skull Face's ideals, Venom could say that that one point was the power of words: an affirmation of importance, passed down through language. Something beyond genetics, something beyond the inexorable omnipresence of the human code.

But of course, life isn't so forgiving. Raging Buffalo, Amber Fox, Growling Octopus— all of them, bound to be as obsolete as a forgotten outpost at sea.

He hopes that somehow, they've all been kept as diamonds anyway.

Predictably, though, all Venom has to say about all of this internal mess is a vague mn, followed by a brief, quiet:
] Right. [ As if it's as easy as all that, if that's all that needs to be said. He's never been too great at using his words. ]

Pretty sure you're tired of being delegated to explanation work. [ That tight, controlled posture finally breaks some, and Venom tips his gaze to the side. ]
Edited (HOW many times will i edit) 2016-08-09 01:14 (UTC)
bombsheltered: (EXCUSE me?)

SCREAMS

[personal profile] bombsheltered 2016-08-09 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ milly stops when lúcio has her attention, blinking at the cups laid out in front of him. her eyebrows raise and knit. ]

That's coffee?
bombsheltered: (what?!)

CHOO CHOO

[personal profile] bombsheltered 2016-08-09 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Bumblebee?

[ milly whips around, eyes going wide. despite herself, she starts to tear up a little. she really wasn't sure she'd ever see him again. ]

Oh my God, you're alive! Riptide told me you got spaced and I was so worried, I'm sorry I didn't go with you when you asked me to, maybe I could've helped --
rheecon: (you and me)

glenn rhee | open | the first couple weeks of august...

[personal profile] rheecon 2016-08-09 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ about the ship ]

In the first few days after his arrival, Glenn spends a good deal of time wandering the dim corridors of the ship in a cautious, studious way, mentally mapping as much of it as he can, trying to memorize its details and finding much of it restricted or foreboding. He makes careful note of these instances, though for now he doesn’t press further on.

You may find him in most any accessible area, his gaze moving over all of his surroundings. He’s observing deeply, of course, but whether he fully understands all that he’s taking in, well. That’s up for debate.


[ observation deck ]

As many new arrivals do, he finds himself on the observation deck, soaking in his own insignificance in the presence of the view, and grappling with the (alleged) reality of the situation.

If what he’s been told is to be believed, he’s not just off the planet or out of his galaxy, but entirely removed from the universe as he knows it. If that’s true, then he’s not even gazing out into the right stars. Up near the edge, he pauses and mutters to himself.

“What the hell am I doing here?”


[ the tower ]

Of course, Glenn does also report for work. He doesn’t quite know if he can handle what’s expected of him, as completely out of his depth as he is here on this ship, but he has little choice but to try. Uniform on, as preposterous as it feels, he reports for duty, finding the first person who seems to have some idea what’s happening and introducing himself.

“Hey… I’ve been assigned as an intelligence operative? I was just hoping someone could help me get up to speed.”


[ nomo #005 ]

The rooming situation is hardly ideal for Glenn. He has trouble sleeping soundly and through the night as it is, waking at the slightest sound and never quite dropping his guard even in slumber. On top of that, he's wary of the strangers he’s been assigned to bunk with, friendly enough on the surface but a good way off from extending real trust.

He’s there to make cursory attempts at sleep, and rarely otherwise. But you can find him there, if you time it right.


[ choose your own adventure ]

[ Tag with whatever you like! Hit me up on plurk or pm if you want to run it by me.

Also, will gladly match prose or brackets. No worries. ]
bombsheltered: (what?!)

[personal profile] bombsheltered 2016-08-09 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ as soon as milly's fist connects with raiden's body, she knows she's not dealing with an ordinary human here. she recognizes his voice before she does the rest of them, and immediately withdraws her hand, jumping back to have a good look at him. her eyes go wide. ]

Oh my God -- Raiden? [ her voice squeaks a little, half surprise, half excitement. ] Raiden, what are you doing here? Oh, God -- I'm so sorry, I totally just punched you! I didn't really get you, did I?
bombsheltered: (this is serious...)

[personal profile] bombsheltered 2016-08-09 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ milly looks down at her MID and frowns. ]

You don't really think they're spying on us do you? And...why isn't that a good thing? Don't we want to get to where we're going faster?
flashbanging: that's the least of all my fears (i'm a dead man walking here)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-09 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ring of fire. A classic of its time. Or any time, bein' honest.

[ He gestures with his bionic hand. ]

You oughta look into it. Might even be somethin' you end up enjoying.
mylawn: (pic#10433704)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-09 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Told you to move.

[Apparently he can't take a joke. Probably this is Sideswipe's last moment to get out of the way before 76 shoves past him entirely.]
bombsheltered: (you can call me milly!)

[personal profile] bombsheltered 2016-08-09 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ milly does a slight double take, blinking, and then flushes in embarrassment. did she...not tell snake? about the whole cyborg thing? her immediate instinct is to tell him never mind and say it was just a joke, but...it's a small ship, plenty of other people know she's a cyborg, and dammit, she doesn't have to keep it a secret anymore. raiden helped her understand that. snake's not going to sneer at her and call her a freak over it. ...probably. ]

Oh, um -- well, some of them are mechanical, you know. [ she clears her throat a little and stands up straighter. she's tall enough that she can look snake in the eye, trying to show a little pride, or at least dignity. ] I'm a cyborg.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (pchooo)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-09 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
That's what I was told!

[he pokes a cup cautiously. the fluid inside it bubbles.]

Not sure about this one, but...