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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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divagated: (pic#9910803)

[personal profile] divagated 2016-08-12 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She pauses to think.] Two months now? Geez, has it really been that long already?

[It seems like she just got there, and yet, it feels like forever all the same. So much has happened, it really feels like a blur.]

Anakin and Master Obi-Wan have been here longer by a few more months. Same with some others from our galaxy. [...She mean Leia, more specifically. There are others, but others that she doesn't really know. But Leia-- no, that's something she doesn't want to spoil for Padmé, if she isn't already aware. That was something better suited for Anakin and Leia herself to reveal.]
ringing: (✱ it's too much)

[personal profile] ringing 2016-08-12 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Karako drops her arms with a small start and seems to freeze in place, immediately alert. Her eyes sweep him over and come to a stop on his hands, where another MID is secured. How long had he been watching? The startled look on her face softens to something more self-conscious. Ever aware of the flow of her blood thanks to her Branch of Sin, she feels the moment it starts to floods her cheeks.

She hangs her head, nodding several times in reply to his question but reluctant to meet his eye. "Nope, save it for when everyone's outside"-- that was something she'd said when a dear friend had asked for her shoulder to cry on and there was still work left to do. If they could see her now, balled up and cowering like a kid for anyone to see, she never would have lived it down.

Chiding herself seems to be doing the trick. At least now she can choke back the lump in her throat and speak, lifting her head slowly to flash him a weak but earnest smile. ]


Sorry you had to see that.
Edited 2016-08-12 10:27 (UTC)
mylawn: (hhraaghrngh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-12 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He is having a bad day, thanks! 76 is having a terrible, horrible, no-good very bad dad, but he's starting to realize that taking it out on McCree isn't going to accomplish anything. It's true--he's not at all interested in the bounty, which wouldn't be worth anything here anyway. 76 is just in the midst of panic and disorientation, and this familiar face is the closest thing he can punch.

But it's not helping, so he lets go all at once, not caring if McCree keeps his balance. Takes a few steps back, like he's realizing just how close he came to irrevocably hurting someone he actually cares about, angry as he is about the circumstances under which they parted.

Bad day is an understatement, and he doesn't bother to respond, only answering with a snarl as he picks up his gun.
]
voicelog: (you'd better learn your lesson well)

:')

[personal profile] voicelog 2016-08-12 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Oops.

Walked straight into a kid. At least he didn’t knock him down. He does reach out to make sure he’s steady again. An apologetic smile transpires on his face as he massages the side of his neck.
]

Sorry, can’t help it. [Self-explanatory. He can see the guy’s eyes fix themselves on his R.T. node. Nothing he’s not already used to – the reaction followed closely by the question.] It’s an electromagnetic repulsor generator.

[And now in English, Tony.] It keeps me alive, kind of like a second heart. [Simplest explanation to give. He’s not going to get into the finer details of it.] Are you okay? [Because if he is, he’ll just be on his way. He probably doesn’t smell great to be around right now and it looks like this kid just got out of the shower. Don’t want to muck him up with sweat and oil.] I didn’t mean to blind you. [Not much he can do to dim the light unless he’s in his suit (but only in Stealth mode even then). If he could, he would have already. Back on his Earth, he feels no need to hide it. Here, on the other hand, it’s plain counteractive to what he wants and what he wants is to go by unseen.]
flashbanging: secrets in your ear (a cold wind's whispering)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-12 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ McCree slumps against the wall, heaving, rubbing at his red throat. The grip on this fella. Superhuman. He tucks that observation away, and instead focuses on the man in front of him. Agitation pours off of the man like heat. Something tangible, roiling, like the way the air in the desert wavers when it's high noon. ]

76, right? That's what the media's callin' you.

[ The only name he's likely to get right now, he's sure. But that's fine. They're stuck here together. They've got time. ]

Don't know what you're on about or what you got against me, but I ain't goin' nowhere--and neither are you. Best we try to get on if we can.
notpatsy: (sceptical)

[personal profile] notpatsy 2016-08-12 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, Trish has become very sceptical of people saying they are okay when they really don't seem to be. Usually it means they are bullshitting, but she's no stranger to putting up a front to get people to stay off your back.

Then again she also really bad at staying off peoples' backs, especially if she thinks they might need help.
]

It's okay to not be okay too. This is a lot to take in.
flashbanging: dirty for dirty (it's the way i play)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-12 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ THIS KID ... he's just gonna slide past that sass, young man. But he looks skeptical, too, turning over the notion of a remix in his head. ]

You mean you'd take'im and stick all kind of beeps and bops in there and what not?

[ Sacrilegious. ]

flashbanging: pointing where to go (tall trees bend and lean)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-12 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse screams as he feels the bones in his arm crack, as he feels his skull splitting. The pain blooms rapid and awful, striking through him like lightning. Sweat drips down his neck and face; his whole body burns in response to the agony, his every nerve protests. He can't take much more of this before he loses consciousness.

But something cuts through it all. Something about Reaper's voice. Not so much what he's saying as the cadence in it, the tone beneath that otherworldly, guttural growl. It's familiar. Come to think, all of this feels familiar. Brutality he's experienced before; rage he's endured, absorbed.

Jesse spits blood. Breathes hard. He stares at Reaper from beneath the brim of his hat. ]


It's you, ain't it.

[ He scrabbles for a flash grenade on his belt. His only chance. ]

Back from the god damn dead.

[ Reyes. ]
flashbanging: i'll make my final stand (behind a gun)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-12 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse leans against the wall beside the door to the room, arms folded, Stetson obscuring his expression. He waves idly at people who pass, ushering them along if they seem to be getting curious about all the noise issuing forth from just behind him. After a few minutes, he calls back. ]

You all right in there? Ready for me to come on back?
rustledbyjimmies: (hm)

[personal profile] rustledbyjimmies 2016-08-12 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[While he could go on teasing Jim, there’s little reason to genuinely humiliate him on any front, so he digresses from it, the amusement slipping from his face and his expression growing more somber.]

Indeed, that is my hope. Regarding your own position, I feel it can still prove advantageous. You have been given access to the thoughts of our fellow crew under the guise of aid. While there will certainly be instances of needless information being provided to you, you would be capable of gauging the general temperament of the other crew beyond the command which we could use to bolster any plans we may develop.

And as for your abilities, I do not doubt for a moment that you would not be capable of resolving any issue that develops, even between strangers.

[The real question is how much Jim cared to because even as diplomacy was his strong suit when he chose it to be, Spock could often sense an underlying discomfort in his friend that implied his dislike for dancing about with words.]
saveyourserpent: (ahaha)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-12 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Where I come from, that's what we like to call a 'joke'. Rather high-concept, I know.

[Okay, now he's really laughing. Goodbye, attempts at a straight face.]

I doubt anyone's heading anywhere near the place out here in the vast bloody depths of space, though.
flashbanging: but my color comes back (paint me in a corner)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-12 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head. ]

I stepped outta that portal not an hour ago, and already somebody's tried to choke the life from me, so you're gonna have to forgive some disorientation.

[ He scratches at his beard, making a 'hmnh' noise in his throat. Realizing, suddenly, how much he's going to miss solid ground. How much he'll miss the sun, wind--weather as a concept. ]

Heard tell we come down on planets from time to time, though. That ever worthwhile?
rustledbyjimmies: (hm)

[personal profile] rustledbyjimmies 2016-08-12 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
All things considered, Spock is not so surprised that Venom has not been aboard a spaceship before. It seems that many others that have arrived through the Ingress are from worlds that, at the least, had a majority of its populace grounded rather than in space, if space travel had already been attempted. It is a shame that he must experience it as a captive, regardless of the provisions offered by their captors.

He eyes the man’s hand silently for a second before looking back up at him. Spock's hands remain behind his back.

“I do not wish to seem rude as I would most assuredly shake your hand if I were of any other heritage, but as a Vulcan, touch is a delicate matter. Because we are capable of intercepting the emotions of those we make physical contact with, we instead have a greeting that does not require physical contact. If I may demonstrate it as an alternative?”

He wants confirmation that the trade-off is acceptable first before proceeding as otherwise it would be quite rude to presume it acceptable by default.
copycape: (concern)

[personal profile] copycape 2016-08-12 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you for that assurance.

[He gives her a small smile. It still makes him uneasy but it is a comfort to know that he is not the odd one out in that regard, at least. He simply looks at her for a moment, deciding if he should ask her about the time she's lost, if she remembers the fight--the war he would go so far as to call it-- and his role in keeping her locked away. Part of him hopes she does not. What a blessing it would be if all his mistakes could be erased that way. If he could start over.

But perhaps now is not the time to be grilling her for information.]


I...trust you've been well here?
copycape: (listening)

[personal profile] copycape 2016-08-12 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. Yes, that would be a few years before Ultron, and before me. [In 2012 he was barely a 'glint in the eye' of any of his creators, as he'd heard someone say once. What an odd phrase. Either way, is seems Tony is at least aware of some of what has happened since that time. No doubt he'd been filled in. No doubt he didn't like what he'd heard.

The knowledge strikes him with an odd feeling he has trouble identifying. To have his existence be known of, but no part of it truly remembered. It's a small but acute sort of sadness that he realizes is completely ridiculous, yet feels it anyway. And now they're both standing in this hallway looking vaguely uncomfortable.]


I have been notified that I was here in the past, but I don't recall any of that. It seems we're coming from similar places of non-understanding. [Which is...something, right?]
soldiergenes: (and i keep running into strangers)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-12 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If it weren't for faulty genes that supposedly make Snake age faster than he should, he might feel a little better about his appearance. But he can see all the lines on his face, the scars left on his body, fit as it might be.

While it hadn't been Snake's intention to inspire anyone to push themselves harder, he isn't going to complain with that result. He looks a little flustered when she calls him a daredevil. Really, his choice to not use a spotter had been stupid more than anything else, but this stranger has chosen to be kind about it. While he doesn't smirk or smile in response, he also isn't outwardly bothered by her joking.

As she stands up, Snake watches her, approving of what looks to be her boundless energy. Suddenly he's reminded of Shadow Moses, where he'd had attractive women with interesting accents advising him by Codec. ]


This is usually when I'm here, too, so... may as well.

[ It had only been a matter of time before someone decided to come work out here at the same time as him, but if they can take advantage of that, he probably shouldn't complain. Given some of the other crew here, it could have been worse.

Snake lays himself back down on the ground, readying himself to start another set. ]
What's your name?
dust_of_life: (Flirty)

[personal profile] dust_of_life 2016-08-12 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fashion aside, this guy is adorable. Fatima can't help it if a slightly flirty smile crosses her lips.]

I think I'd better quit while I'm behind. The only other place I've seen get-ups like that is in old sci-fi movies.

[She walks over to him, high heels clacking on the ground.]

Uncle?
seeingscarlet: (concern; 008)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-08-12 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Your brother already did.

[So for Round 2 Wanda's had nearly a year to get used to these alternate universe kids shenanigans. But she's always assumed the twins would live with her and her supposed husband...whoever that is. It's probably breaking some sort of alternate realities rule so Wanda's never asked.

But she doesn't need the backstory to know that something feels off and very wrong about this entire thing.]


Why wouldn't I...

[Wanda takes a step forward to pull Tommy into a hug if he'll let her. What the hell is her alternate universe self doing? 'Until' Billy? Aren't they twins?]

What happened at home, Tommy?
saveyourserpent: (content)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-12 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone you know, or did a stranger just decide they didn't like the way you were looking at them? Can't say I haven't run into anyone I wanted to strangle, but I had the sense not to do it.

[His father was here once, after all. He crosses his arms, tilting his head slightly.]

Sure. It's rather fascinating sometimes. A couple of months ago there was this place that was like... an all expenses paid holiday. Except we couldn't get any weapons. Some of the places are... particularly interesting, too.

[He might have had a few... problems with getting stuck or brainwashed or the like, but ultimately, he's still going to keep going out when they make stops.]

I'd say it's worth it.
soldiergenes: (and you long for love)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-12 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It might seem a little nuts to sign onto the crew of a ship on the off chance that he's still alive back home, but Snake has to admit he'd probably do the same thing. It beats getting stranded on some planet with no guarantee that you'll ever find your way back.

There's a determination in the guy's tone that Snake's drawn to, if only because it matches his own feelings about returning. ]


Sounds like we both have unfinished business.

[ Snake looks away from the window and shifts to face the newcomer more directly, extending his hand to shake. ]

What's your name? I'm Snake -- it's a code name. [ May as well get that out of the way, otherwise he's bound to get weird looks. ]
soldiergenes: (of your greed and disgrace)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-12 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really. That happened over eight months ago.

[ Snake wouldn't really call it a frequent occurrence. For the most part the Moira seems to run just fine. It had even managed to keep them afloat when it had been partly made of glass.

The panic on the kid's face is noticeable, but not surprising. This is a pretty disorienting position to find yourself in, even for someone like Snake who thought he'd seen it all. Space is a brand new frontier.

He makes a face at what the kid says next. ]
Don't think I said anything about looking after you. And it's Snake. [ Being called "sir" is just weird. ]
psychobabblery: (Default)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-12 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Apparently. Assistant tailor. To whom, they didn't see fit to mention.
yorisearching: (Hugs updated)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-12 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Grateful for the comfort, Yori hugs Tron back as tightly as she's able. His careful strength hasn't changed. She's missed this even more than she's missed Encom system and it's only been two months, with Rinzler as proof she wasn't alone. How long has Tron missed her?

She gives half a nod when he moves on to questions. "Brand new on the Moira. It's only been about two months since the MCP's defeat, as far as I remember it," Yori tells Tron, with a rueful glance. A very complicated two months that she isn't sure how to begin to explain. Especially the part with Rinzler. "I spent them...somewhere else, not Encom. But I did meet Alan-one here."

There's a trepidation in his eyes she doesn't like, and she's pretty sure she knows some of the cause. "Listen." Yori lifts her left hand to grip his elbow in quiet insistence. "I do want to hear as much of what happened from you as you're willing to tell me, and there are things I need to tell you. But I think I know enough to say I'm not going to blame any version of you for it."

She's worked through a lot of the initial shock and pain already, and seeing Tron so much himself after everything counts for a lot in reassurance, even stacked against her worry over Rinzler. Her quiet twisting rage at Clu hasn't stopped yet, feeding on her long hatred of the MCP. Yori can't see any reason it should.

All else aside, though, she doesn't want to hurt Tron if she can help it.
seeingscarlet: (concern; 005)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-08-12 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I wonder if they could do that to us, too...

[Is everyone else really not suspicious of this weird device that's literally attached to all of their hands? Maybe it has a trigger word. Who knows? But either way, none of that is particularly comforting.]

I can't read someone in cryo. We won't know until she wakes up.

[Not that she's ever had much success on the previous captains before, of course.]
otiosity: (only one in kirkwall not crazy)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-08-12 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed. If you can do the job without your arms shattering.

[Okay, she doesn't know if anyone's arms shattered but it's definitely a thing that could have happened.]

The medbay is busy. So is engineering. If people do the same things here they did back home they tend to acclimate more.