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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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dislocked: (176)

[personal profile] dislocked 2016-08-09 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Space, final frontier -- he's definitely heard that one before, and very recently, too. He thinks back of Tony's Star Trek DVDs and wonders if she's making a reference to it, but decides that it's ultimately inconsequential. The young woman looks discomfited and unsettled, and he's seen enough people to know that this is definitely her first few days on the ship.

It's going to be a bumpy ride, miss. He hopes you're ready.

Bucky raises his brows briefly. ]


New?
alan_1: (eyes down)

[personal profile] alan_1 2016-08-09 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
“Clu’s only been on the ship for a few months. Rinzler’s been here since even before I arrived. He’s had some time to adapt to running independently,” Alan says, smiling slightly. Worried as he is, he’s proud of how far Rinzler has been able to develop past his restrictive coding; the fact that he’s been able to keep his disk away from Clu for this long is proof of just how much autonomy he’s gained.

His smile disappears at Yori’s next question. “As far as I know, Tron’s from 2010 as well. After Clu rewrote him into Rinzler.” He can still remember Clu’s voice over the network, quiet and too earnest. ‘I hurt Tron. I shattered him.’

“He was Rinzler, but… somehow, he reverted. I don't know much more than that myself.” Alan still remembers his conversation with Bel, their account of Rinzler's fight with Tron and how, for a moment, both of his programs had circuitry lit red. "It... seems to be an uncomfortable subject. For both of them."
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[personal profile] dislocked 2016-08-09 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bruce Banner.

He puts the name to the face almost immediately; this was the man others have been wanting to trade, back when the Caducans had demanded for him. Bucky hadn't been behind that method of action, because vengeance is not easily quelled, and it seemed callous to trade in a crew member who didn't have any control of his faculties in regards to all the damage that he'd wrought. But in the same vein, he understands the guilt, too -- even if you weren't in the driver's seat, it was still you, and there's nothing to be done about it but to atone.

But handing Bruce to the Caducans certainly isn't the way. ]


Did you know her?
cadeuces: (how can it be?)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-09 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ The fact that he has to take a knee just to shake her hand leaves her a little flustered, the sudden rush of blood to dust her cheeks leaving her a little lightheaded as she takes his hand. Trying to shake it off, really, meeting his grip with a gentler warmth that still remained stout. A supportive sturdiness versus anything too firm. While Angela may be left-handed, manners dictated that one shakes with the right. It had nothing to do with the bionic arm on his left.

Handshakes had always spoken plenty about a person in her experience, and everything about this one is calculated. Perfected. But kind; he doesn't squeeze too hard, doesn't linger too long, callouses worn smooth over a short amount of time. Dexterous. Almost like a surgeon's hands, something niggles at the back of her mind. But that couldn't be right. Her expression is apologetic as she lets her touch slip from his fingers. ]


It's a pleasure then, Ahab. I didn't mean to bring you down to the floor with me just to shake my hand, but while you're here, would you like to sit?

[ A little pat on the floor beside her, inviting. Don't dismiss the possibility of having to sling her off to her room just yet; that will wait to be seen when she tries to stand again. She'd dove head-first into working the second she was spat out by the Ingress, and the effects of the travel were still floating about her, waiting to settle. She only keeps stirring the air and delaying it further. ]

Is anyone here that you knew from where you came from?
cadeuces: (like a stolen dream)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-09 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angela's touch lingers a little longer, fingertips slipping from his palm as she observes his arm for a long moment. The craftsmanship of him, able to tell with the touch just how much was metal and how much was flesh. She's worked with enough to know by now; one of her most prominent here on this ship, a man who had lost all four limbs, scarred head to toe in a vicious attack that had changed his life. Further still when she had gotten him into a nearly full new body, keeping as much of his organic body intact as possible, working with the engineers on the project to ensure he retained as much sensation and flexibility as before.

It took a lot of time and love to create these sorts of things. It makes her curious about him, smile still idly playing about her lips before returning her gaze to his face. ]


It's a pleasure to meet you then, Raiden. I'm sure there's a way to apply your skills to other tasks. Even soldiers have learned a thing or two along the way, you know. Teaching others some self-defense, survival skills drilled into us helping us with boat riggings, preparing food, filtering dirty water. I once got a few fishermen back to shore off the eastern Cape in Africa when I caught a ride between villages; just naval knots and a quick line of stitches in an old sail. Unconventional, but it worked.

I had more fish than I could've eaten in a month! I gave it all to the village they got me to. You'll find something, I'm sure.

[ Perhaps she can press again, now that he's had a moment to observe her, feel her out. They're already practically friends!! (Keep dreamin' gurl.) ]

This will be the last time I'll ask, I promise. Are you sure you're all right? I can only imagine the havoc that trip has wrecked on everyone. Much less someone with a special body.

[ To put it lightly. She's ready to help him with anything he may need, and he has all of her focus. ]
cadeuces: (and lie here with me)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-09 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Would you ever expect otherwise from me? I'm so glad you've been finding yourself in your travels; Zenyatta sounded wonderful the last time you spoke of him. I trust everyone has been doing well in the mountains? You've been keeping well-fed? I'd love to visit whenever we get back home. It sounds beautiful.

And I will also have hope for him, for you. If you can make peace with him, it is certainly not my place to judge otherwise; and he was polite when we spoke. I don't think he realized who I was which is just as well. He likely wouldn't have entertained me as long as he had otherwise.

[ Angie has never minded his body; not when she had been the one to put him into it, forcing the suffering of that adaptation upon him. They had had their ups and downs together, their relationship a brutal rollercoaster of raw emotions and lashing out when the pain flared, hollow at other time, tentative when all was said and done. To have finally reached a middleground with him and be able to connect had been...

Such an amazing relief. She's relaxed against him, relaxing further with his arms around her, resting her cheek at his collar. If she were to focus, she could hear his heart beating strong beneath the plating. It sets her at ease. Would that she could stay like this, but eventually they would have to part when someone entered the room, or he grew uncomfortable with her hanging off of him.

The gasp when she hears about 76, however, is muffled into his neck and she sounds positively offended. ]


He did what? Whatever for? He knew I was involved with Overwatch and nothing happened. When was this?? I was hoping for an alliance, but...

[ Hearing that he'd been threatening to one of her own? Not so sure on that anymore. ]
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[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's thrown for a solid few seconds, but then he catches on, breaking into a broad grin. ]

Nah. I would’ve gone with a black tie if I’d known it was gonna be a formal affair.

[ Delivered with a serious nod to her footwear. ]
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[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I have heard it compared to the sound of a cement truck feeding into an industrial shredder.

[ He says it with more bemusement than embarrassment, albeit with a slight red tinge to his face. It's probably lingering fever. ]

Dick Grayson. I don't think we've met.
hyperkinesia: (So he's building another portal.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-08-09 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, uh... you were here before.

[ Something Bruce should've figured, and should've kept to himself, probably— or maybe not. Maybe it's for the best that he's honest, and to be fair Vision might be among the few who would have the least difficulties wrapping his head around the explanation. ]

But you don't remember, do you? This place does that sometimes. It's complicated, but I can explain it to you, if you want me to.
cadeuces: free to use (with artist credit) unless marked DNS! (steady my breathing)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-09 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
What's wrong with now, then? [ She works as a counterweight when she pulls him to his feet, a supporting hand at is elbow so the strain isn't all on his wrist and she eases him upright. He doesn't weigh much of anything, thinner than he even initially looked when her fingers cup around the back of his bicep. ] I've been a doctor for twenty years, now; I should hope I'm sufficiently skilled by now.

[ It's admitted with a lopsided smile, looking him over a little more thoroughly once he's on his feet. ]
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[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh... thanks. [ He trades that smile back, and it's enough to return a little life to his face. ] Dick Grayson. And glad to hear it.

Man, you're probably over listening to the newly minted complain.
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\o/

[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Slick about covers it. [ That and so much more. He's all unabashed admiration, running a hand lightly across the side of the wall. ]

I'd love to see it in action. What kind of range are we looking at?
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nomo deck

[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Dick Grayson. [ He mirrors the grin with a touch of bemusement, shifting his damp towel to his shoulder as he extends a hand. Close quarters is the reality now, the mission he's been handed, and there's no hint of tension to be found there in his expression. ]

They strand you up here in 27?
hyperkinesia: (Like a nerve.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-08-09 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bruce can get that, honestly. Which is why whenever he's had this kind of situation happen to him, as it has a few times already, he's never made much fuss about it. Possibly the initial shock making him stare a little, but that's about it. Most people don't take it well when they learn they're fictional in some other universe, so naturally he does his best to keep that to himself. ]

Much appreciated. [ He offers with an amused lilt, eyebrows raising as he smiles at the man. Moving on from the topic of the MID, which makes Bruce feel a little too aware of the one around his own wrist too, he purses his lips and shrugs. ] Well, luckily for you, this is not part of the known universe. Not your own universe, anyway.

[ That's sarcasm by the way, he doesn't actually think Jim's lucky to be here. ]
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no it's perfect!!

[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's quick to cover the surprise in his face, which is one thing wearing a mask is handy for. ]

Uh... no. Just getting my bearings. [ He could beat a hasty retreat, sure. But it's a long walk to the next point of interest with no chance of taking the jumpline express, and in the split second he has to gauge the situation he settles on getting a head start on the recon he'd come for instead. This guy had it staked first, after all.

He steps around Nate with careful deftness, stopping to take a few notes via MID with significantly less practiced finesse. ]


I should've realized the high perches would be the popular spots.
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[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Could be.

[ It could also be under-guarded Kevlar backed by a bulletproof double-weave. Dick softens the deflection a little by spreading his arms out to show off the design. Then his brows furrow, head tilting. ]

...Is that a chest-mounted flashlight?
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[personal profile] fingerstripes 2016-08-09 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks. [ He doesn't exactly slow down either, but he does take note of her body language and then the direction she's heading. Someone who either knows her way around damn well already or is looking to play catch up quickly. ]

You know, I think we just might match.

[ At least in this light. ]
whatshimadayou: (cuz fuck you)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-09 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps if you asked while you were not being particularly insulting nor disrespectful, then I would have little issue to answer your questions.

Very well. The less I must endure you.

[Hanzo will definitely leave, buddy.]
cyborged: (→I was brimming with defiance)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-09 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Similarly Raiden doesn't lower his weapon, but his expression does relax. Big Boss isn't exactly a hero, not in the end, but he's not the immediate threat other Snakes are either.]

It was 2015 for me, before I got here.

[Um... That's an explanation right?]
hyperkinesia: (bruce_aou_040_1)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-08-09 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not impossible. But... let's not go there, alright?" They already have more than enough projects that they ended up not following through to the end anyway, so they should pick back up where they left off on those. In any case, knowing whether Peter's faster than the speed of sound would just be a mere curiosity, nothing more.

"I know, what a tragedy. You must be bored out of your mind," he says with enough amusement that it's almost dismissive. "I can get you the third one, then."
sidecars: ('til the cow just tilts)

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-08-09 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything your mind can cook up, really. I made one simulation where you hollow out a castle taken over by Nazis. And at the end? You hafta fight a mega vampire Nazi!

[ Yup, he is so proud of his accomplishments. ]
sidecars: (corrupt)

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-08-09 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Wh... [ His last comment makes Bucky wrinkle his nose in defense of Fury's honor. He holds him close to him; a growing husky pup with a bit of a belly. What's so wrong about that? He's happy and loved! FUCK YOU AHAB!! ]
cyborged: (→A latent strain of color blindness)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-09 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It's fine. [Is that a touch of pride in his voice? Even as he rubs his jaw because ow? Good reflexes Milly.] What are you doing here?
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[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-09 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alright creepy synthetic voice, thanks for that. Raiden glances at Peter and then back at the camera, trying to decide what's best to say here.]

What's your assignment on the ship?
peacemongering: (At the helm)

[personal profile] peacemongering 2016-08-09 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He kept his air of curious warmth, watching this new very interesting addition to his table. He reached out for his cup of what was probably supposed to be exotic tea and gave a sip from the edge of the cup. He lifted his eyebrows once as if that would tell part of the story. "Mostly watching so I understand the comings and goings before I step in to write my own storyline into the tale."

He turned his head, watching one of the crew members sitting alone at another table. "She dislikes her position, and she is waiting for someone to join her. The lines of tension in her body indicate it could be someone she's not thrilled to sit with, especially the way her eyes flick around quickly and then return to her meal." He glanced at the man across from him. "She's also hiding something in her pocket."