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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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kaijumanic: (pic#10477278)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[He stares at her as she throws a temper tantrum--a human sized jaeger, practically trying to get him to the medibay to use as her guinea pig--and snorts, laughing as he processes the situation. God. His brain must really be scrambled. She did have a point though, he'd like to do a brain scan to see if the Drift left lingering pockets of kaiju he can focus on to try and chase the R.A.B.I.T and gather more data. He and the hivemind were one now. He's practically ghost drifting whenever he doesn't pay too much attention to himself, mind wandering to the feelings that had overwhelmed him during the Drift.

He rubs his face as he laughs, lifting his glasses so he can rub at his bloodshot eye with the heel of his palm. He eventually looks back at her, grinning in amusement.]


Fuck. This is so weird. So what's your name? You don't look like any jaegers I know.
kaijumanic: (pic#10477367)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn? [He squints, trying to scan his brain and remember if that's a decepticon he remembers. He comes up with nothing--it's been a while since he watched any Transformers, mostly as a preteen--and looks Tarn up and down instead.]

Nah, man, I don't remember you. I don't even think Megatron liked being a Decepticon so much to have their face made into the logo. You gotta be pretty with the cause, huh?
kaijumanic: (pic#10477187)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Newt squints dubiously at Lucio, trying to figure out if that's even... accurate or not.]

--I have no idea. I don't spend a lotta my times in comas, so I don't have much experience to go off of.
kaijumanic: (no no no no)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, excuse, me, Mr Cybertronian. And here was me thinking you were just a Transformer. From the planet Cybertron, right? Man, I haven't watched any Transformers since I was a kid, this is a real trip.

[He takes a moment to actually look at him, trying not to be overwhelmed by how big the robot is.]

If Hermann was here, he'd get such a boner, man. Wow.
kaijumanic: (pic#10477342)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She told you? [he blinks at the little droid and her beeping, holding his hands up apologetically.] Okay, so maybe I touched a little. But only a little!

[he looks back to the droid, having the decency to look apologetic, and puts his hands in his pockets.] Didn't mean to scare you, little guy. It's... it's been a long day.
kaijumanic: (pic#10477187)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Newt holds his hands up as she glares at him, practically backing against the wall.]

Hey man, I'm no snitch. I hate Big Brother as much as anybody. I'm an anarchist, c'mon. [His sleeves are rolled up, so she can probably see his tattoos, skull ring, leather bracelets. Grubby, blood stained shirt.]
kaijumanic: (pic#10477278)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Newt looks down at himself, smoothing his crumpled tie down.]

Well, I mean, I like to think I usually look better than this.

[he quirks a grin up at Whirl.]

Nah, I'm good. This much leaking isn't so bad. It just means my brains are probably scrambled.
kaijumanic: (pic#10477292)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everything that Newt was about to say is completely derailed when Len mentions Hermann, and he suddenly goes on the defensive.]

--Hermann!? My boyfriend? Are you kidding me! He hates me--we hate each other! He's totally not my boyfriend, wow! I mean, sure he's like, the only intelectual I can actually have a decent debate with, and his early papers were a fucking delight to read--better than his later stuff!--and I admire him and stuff doesn't mean I wanna date him!!

[SURE NEWT. SURE.]
aerospacecommander: (starscream 5)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2016-08-12 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Back home Shockwave created a mech with a hyper-regeneration system powered by some sort of atomic core. Combined with radiation powers that could drain the energy out of any system, he was nearly invulnerable. If you can put most mechs back together, I'm sure you can take them apart as well. So I'm curious what you would have done to stop someone like that."

Starscream already knew what he'd do because it happened and it didn't work. Not the way he intended at least. The result was messy and not something he wanted to deal with again. He went wrong somewhere and while he wouldn't openly admit it, maybe getting a second opinion on the best course of action to take was a good idea.
kaijumanic: (pic#10477277)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[She seems to be putting him at ease far more than the medtechs had been, and he almost deflates a little as she goes to start wiping as his face, eyes shutting as his head throbs and flashes of images cross his still raw and open mind. He presses his lips together when she goes for his nose, flinching more at the sudden pressure than because it hurts.

And then she's talking again, and he squints open, looking back down at the tattoos. His head's a mess, everything feels so raw and exposed and empty, but seeing the tattoos seem to ground him, keeping him focused on staying awake. It would be so easy to let the monsters take him again.]


They're kaiju. [it's said as if she should know, and he's expecting her to reel away, being appalled at the monsters adorning his skin. But she called them beautiful: which they are. Beautiful, fascinating, and absolutely terrifying. So he looks at her with a little confusion, glancing at her wrist as she presents it before looking back to the fingers tracing his skin.

He looks even more disoriented than he did before.]


I don't get to name a-all of them. Usually the guys in LOCCENT n-name them, whoever gets a visual first. Most of m-my suggestions get rejected, but I did get to name some of the newer simulations.
Edited 2016-08-12 23:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-12 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The explanation surprises Venom at first, but once he lets it sink in he appears to be all right with it. Shaking hands is about as touchy as the assassin gets, and even that is done out of politeness. If he can avoid it, he won't touch anyone. In turn, no one touches him.

But the slightly more pressing issue is the other claiming to be a "Vulcan". Is it an undiscovered race of humans, or something else entirely? Not to mention being able to intercept emotions. That's the last thing the assassin needs.

The inquiries will have to wait as Venom nods. "I understand. Please." He draws his hand back, waiting for the alternative greeting.
kaijumanic: (pic#10477189)

[personal profile] kaijumanic 2016-08-12 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Newt doesn't even register that Ginko is in the room until he talks, and he whips his head around to look at where the small voice had come from. He's not sure if the fact Ginko is a child is a good or bad thing, because he does love kids and always has a soft spot for them, but as a counter argument, kids in horror movies are always creepy. Or at least unsettling. And the fact this one just crept up on him is only mildly creepy.]

--Yeesh, don't creep up on a guy like that. You're gonna give me more brain damage. [It's said as a strained joke, but. Hah. That's not really that funny, Newt.] It's the only way I can make sense of all thi.
poolhall_killer: (guild leader)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-12 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes of course.

[It's somewhat amusing to watch Jim examine the cue ball.]

I am quite familiar as I'm from Earth, as well. We haven't united with any planets, however.

[Space took a backseat when the war began, and they've yet to return. And as for the symbol...]

This is the symbol of my Guild back home. I... was the leader of the Assassin's Guild.
democratically: (do you remember the days)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-12 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It will be a change, yes, but not a bad one. Never that. Just... a change. Life is about changed though. Ever action has a reaction, a left taken instead of a right means a different future. It is all those small things that add up, and sometimes, just sometimes, there is something very monumental that veers life completely off the known track and in to the unexplored.

Padmé can see the thoughts on his face, read him although she has not a speck of ability with the Force. They are attune, although she would be remiss if she hadn't noticed the cracks in their lives before. A strain had been there, although Padmé would never have guessed that it wasn't the pressure of the war that had bogged him down. Only too late had the truth been known.

Just how far Palpatine has his clutches in to him now, she doesn't know, and she knows better than she just blurt out everything that she knows. There are some things that are easier said and others that will take time. She is a strong woman, but she is, in the end, only human. She won't fail him this time, she vows, as she feels his lips against her palm.]


I know you would never hurt me on purpose Anakin. I know, my love. I know.

[Because it hadn't been him who had raised his hand to her, who had squeezed. He is there, she knows, that Anakin that she loved, but for now, he is still here and she makes that oath to herself. She will not let him go in to the darkness again. Seeking to draw him back out, Padmé does inquire.]

Tell me about the ship. About what has happened.
worn_wings: (➶ 030)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-08-13 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Knocking is one of those strange niceties he had to relearn; back home either people are expecting you or you don't want 'em to have the warning, mainly. Shaking hands, small talk-- he's never really gotten the hang of it, but it's not like he was good society before things fell apart, he oughta get a pass.

Seeing her in the midst of a task doesn't take him by surprise; nor does he make the mistake of buying it for a second. She wouldn't dare seem so casual if she wasn't on guard, but there's nothing new about that. Leaning against the wall as the door shuts, he crosses his arms.

"Too bad 'm dead broke."
democratically: (what we are)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-13 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't meant literally right this moment, but sooner rather than later seems to be what she is implying. It doesn't exactly give one much time to truly ponder over the choice, although perhaps they are like her and do not truly have a choice. She will need to read this contract though, thoroughly, if she can.]

That seems to bring it down to its most basic nature.

[Depending on what it does say, she is more or less under the impression that she likely will stay.]
voicelog: (Default)

[personal profile] voicelog 2016-08-13 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, I’m just covering my bases here. [He holds up his hand in mild defense.] Not everyone knows.

[It’s easier for him to simplify and explain things most of the time because not everybody understands or knows what he’s talking about when he enters scientific areas such as this. Less patronization; more consideration, but it can easily be misconstrued as the former. He’s just learned to assume they don’t get it because they usually don’t. But at the end of the day, he only means well.

His comment on his alternate’s height is also meant more in self-gratifying jest, but he isn’t entirely sure the kid caught it (and he doesn’t blame him either if he doesn't since it’s, well, more for his own benefit than anyone else’s). Not that it matters anymore following Andyr’s revelation about his clones. It’s completely piqued his interest and it actually makes him sit up further as he tucks his leg in. You got his undivided attention now. Congrats.
]

How many clones do you have? Are they a commonality in your world?
dum_spiro: (neutral :: glancing :: standing alone)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2016-08-13 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
New. [Carol takes a seat on her own bed, which is made up tighter than a drum. It's a habit from long ago, trying to make order in whatever small way she can when things are out of her grasp; whether a good one or a bad one, that all depends.] I have a friend who was on a spaceship, but hers didn't sound anything like this.

[If Carol sounds a little nervous, that's not an accident. She's digging a little, trying to figure out if her new roommate shares any of that feeling, but conveniently enough it's also honest.]
democratically: (listening)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-13 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Two months... So short in some respects, and yet so long in others. Padmé knows how time can seemingly change depending on what is happening. Even in seconds the whole galaxy can alter.

Others from their galaxy does get her attention, although not enough to question it further at the moment.]


What has it been like?

[This ship. The people. This galaxy.]
sparkwhisperer: (pic#9013257)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-08-13 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Deathsaurus? Why would he ever ally himself with the likes of Deathsaurus? Tarn isn't sure what he must have been thinking. A mech who went against the Decepticons to steal a warworld so that he and his groupies could go gallivanting around the galactic rim landing himself on his Divisions list.

Although the more he thinks about it, the more merits he can find in the idea. His stolen warworld does hold an excess of troops...]


Interesting, I hadn't considered Deathsaurus to be a viable ally until this moment. Your Autobots must have been in quite a dire situation. How many Decepticon troops were you facing down? 400? 500?
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-13 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[It's to be expected; strangers thrown together like this in a small living area. At the very least, they'll have matching beds; Pharah herself is former military and has some pretty mean bedsheet cornering skills herself.]

[For now she tries to keep the conversation easy and casual, letting Carol dig where she may. She'll steer away from anything she doesn't want to talk about.]

Same. The world I came from had science labs on the moon but, nothing anywhere near as extravagant as this vessel. It's a little exciting, if you look past the unexpected nature.
dum_spiro: (neutral :: glancing :: disbelief)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2016-08-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
It may not make much sense outside her own head, but that's fine. Being paranoid, even with good reason, doesn't often lend itself to behaviors that seem entirely logical.

"Yeah. Getting dropped off somewhere didn't sound like it'd be a good idea." Seeing the frown, she makes a guess that maybe it's obvious that unhurt people peeking in here isn't exactly kosher, and quickly adds, "I was working in the infirmary at the last place I was at. They said something about reassignments in that announcement, so I guess I'm scoping the place out a little."

Curiosity, meddling, looking for familiarity in the weirdest way, all those also apply. But in this instance, if she's going to look suspicious then at least she can be honest. And she has the good grace to look mildly embarrassed. This doesn't seem like an offense that'd get her shoved out an airlock, so she figures it's worth the risk.

Not that she minds being assigned laundry so much, but as far as picking up useful information and skills -- and helping people, which she does want to do in spite of her paranoia and all her history telling her to just keep her head down and fly under the radar -- it's probably near the bottom of the list of desirable jobs.
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[personal profile] ventifact 2016-08-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though she still looks suspicious, Rey believes him. He isn't giving off any kind of bad vibe, as far as she can tell, and he doesn't look familiar, telling her he's knew. So yeah, it probably has been a long day for him. A slight hint of sympathy touches her face.]

Yeah, well. Her subprogramming doesn't really allow for anger, so don't worry about it. [A beat. She offers:] The beeping is 27th generation droidspeak. It's their language.
ventifact: theboysareback @ dw (shepherd of fire)

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-08-13 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[And Rey, true to her nature, glares back. Her mouth is pulled in something of a snarl, sympathy forgotten.]

Next time, don't touch my droid.
dum_spiro: (smile :: sad :: trying)

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2016-08-13 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll make it up to me somehow," she says with a winning smile, turning to settle herself on her bed with probably about as much deliberate care as he expects despite sounding so casual. It's not that she thinks they can't handle this, not at all. It's just the strangers, the new environment to adjust to, trying very hard not to regret their choice to leave Teleios if they weren't going to get back with their people in the end.

"How's yours?" His room, she means. Down the hall with his own pack of strangers, away from each other and all the comforts they're used to, that she came to rely on to keep her from screeching off the rails. She's not as worried about Daryl as about herself slipping and reverting back to things she wants nothing to do with, and nothing about this is sitting comfortably.

Quite frankly, knowing he's all right will do a lot toward calming her nerves, and of course he knows that, so she'll have to try and decide how honest his answer is once she hears it. At least he's probably not sleeping in the corridor like he told her about that first night in the Temple.