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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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thumbsdown: (i hope you didn't mind)

[personal profile] thumbsdown 2016-08-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Should probably warn you, we get into a lot of trouble here too.

[He's used to getting into trouble; he got into it plenty back home. Still, he doesn't have to be happy about it.]

The kinda trouble where your hands turn into glass or you suddenly wake up at slaver outposts.

[Because there's trouble, and then there's trouble. And if he sounds bitter about it, well, he is.]
arcreact: (yes again)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-16 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Could be.

[ Tony, never one for shame, actively circles Dick a few times to take in the suit. For all his shit-giving, he actually seems a touch impressed. He knows good tech when he sees it. ]

Hey, if you got it, flaunt it, I guess.
worn_wings: (➶ 011)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-08-16 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Shit.

[Out of the proverbial frying pan, right? He's quiet a moment, not sure what to say.]

I've heard of that kinda thing.
ascendit: (Default)

[personal profile] ascendit 2016-08-16 01:26 am (UTC)(link)

[Nate goggles at it, then experimentally pokes his own MID.]

I'd still rather have one on paper. The batteries in these things can't last forever.

[The big Garden map had been plugged in.

[More interestingly, his older self fiddling with the MID gave him a good view of his hands. Nate gestures at his left, where that is definitely not Sir Francis Drake's ring.]

Are you married? [It sounds faintly appalled, but mostly, he's intrigued. An older version of him not only got a girl, but committed to her?]

ventifact: theboysareback @ dw (set fire to the rain)

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-08-16 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[And that's the problem with letting people get close--they can tell when you're not being honest. Omission has been her constant companion since she arrived on this ship, and Bucky is making it hard to maintain that relationship.

But it makes her smile, regardless.]


I do.

[The weapon is shrugged from her shoulder and she gives it a few slow spins in her hands. It feels good--but heavier than it should. She shifts her weight, widens her stance, trying to compensate. She frowns. Rey also doesn't want to be stuck in medical for another three weeks.]

Light training.
arcreact: (keywords?!!??!)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-16 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't even look offended. ]

Should we start with crushing existential dread or keep it at more mundane topics like inter-dimensional slave trade?

[ The message is loud and clear: everything is shit, Bucky. All of it. It's nothing but shit. Where do you even expect a conversation like this to begin, in the vastness of the shit-universe. ]
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[personal profile] friendlykillingmachine 2016-08-16 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Rocky picks up the can and holds it in his hand, just staring down at it. 'Art' is something he's never really done before and at first he isn't sure what to do. He looks up again to watch her paint for a while before turning to a clear section of wall. Then, he raises his hand and starts painting the image he's conjured up in his "mind".

But he doesn't paint the way a human would. His hand moves rapidly back and forth across the wall-canvas in broad, precise sweeps, working his way from top to bottom like the ink cartridges of a copy machine. Rather than hold a continuous spray, he fills in only the darkest parts of the image first.]


You know... this is actually kind of fun!
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[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-08-16 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He's about to agree and offer to make a copy of his own handwritten paper map, but the kid's question and the tone in which it's delivered divert his attention. Oh, right, his (second) wedding ring.]

Uh, yeah. Her name's Elena, the woman I mentioned before. Met her about four years ago, took the plunge a year and change back.

[He spreads his fingers in a little 'jazz hands' gesture.]

Surprise.
saveyourserpent: (heh)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-16 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Suppose you could rip all the remaining pages out and put them together in interesting ways, if you were bored enough.

[He might have done something like that once, but he wasn't normally in the business of making collages.]

They might. I mean, things used to just sort of come out of the Ingress whenever it felt like spitting them out, right? They'd most likely send a lot of books that way just because that's where books go.

[Although he did get a few good ones in the mail once.]
ascendit: (had to try)

[personal profile] ascendit 2016-08-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)

Now demons sound scary and dangerous.

[And that's coming from someone with a summoned creature in his head. A few of them look demonic, but he doesn't have one of those on him, and they're still called Guardian Forces.

[Belatedly, he thinks to add:] I'm not a mage or anything; didn't even specialize in para-magic. I just took a few classes in it.

[a lot of classes, while he procrastinated others]

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[personal profile] thumbsdown 2016-08-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
You have?

[He's not sure where this guy came from, but he didn't think glass limbs were something that happened on a regular basis.]

I sure as hell hadn't.

[He'd been warned that the ship got into plenty of trouble, but... yeah.]
thumbsdown: (i've got a little story)

[personal profile] thumbsdown 2016-08-16 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a very quiet sort of "heh" from Boone.]

Yeah. Guess I could.

[He's not really all that creative, though. He'd probably just get bored.]

Only thing I got outta the mail so far is music. Wasn't really my thing, so I just put it in a drawer and forgot about it. Still not sure why I got it.
arcreact: (i'm gonna star-spangled beat your ass)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-16 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, kid. Whatever you say.

[ His expression is so severe.

And now he's dialing something on his MID, very seriously. Goddamn. You're in for it now, midget. ]
hanzer: (something's afoot)

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-16 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He accepts the handshake after a brief moment's hesitation. It's not limp, by any means – you probably couldn't even make a metal wrist and fingers feel limp if you tried – but Adam's grip is definitely looser than expected. Careful, almost.]

Adam Jensen. [He withdraws his hand, folding his arms. There's a pause and then, wryly:] Real name.

[But as it turns out, the whole code name thing isn't what's going to earn Snake a weird look here – because he happens to be the third person with a serpent-themed name that he's met today.]

...It's kind of funny, though. Is it just a coincidence that there're so many of you guys around?

[Said with a fair amount of irony. If he's being honest, recent events have made him a lot less likely to believe in mere coincidence.]
worn_wings: (➶ 020)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-08-16 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Sorta. Heard of places where weird shit happens.

[For all the good it does, he shrugs, reflexively.]

I mean, I guess it depends where you come from.
arcreact: stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth. thank you. (martini. gin、 not vodka、 obviously.)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-16 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that happens. When I got here, everybody wanted to tell me about some other-me that wandered around before I got here, and I didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

[ He dismisses this - for him - deeply uncomfortable topic with nothing more than an airy shrug of his shoulders. ]

Lucky for both of us, I adapt quickly.

[ Even his staring has grown somewhat less intense, though he's still very clearly off-balance. ]
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[personal profile] thumbsdown 2016-08-16 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Get a lot of strange stuff happen where I'm from. Figured I was used to it.

[Apparently he was wrong. Or maybe he's only used to certain kinds of weird shit. Who the hell knows?]
arcreact: (12)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-16 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tony just leans back so that he can stare at this guy properly, even in the dimmed lighting. He is clearly Not Impressed. ]

You.... [ what ] What.

Are you in the middle of a trip?

[ JUST WHAT TONY WANTS TO DEAL WITH RIGHT NOW. ]
flashbanging: deserters we are called (rebel souls)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Naw, that ain't my skill set. But I do like to entertain.

[ He shrugs at his arm, his grin faltering just a little. ]

While back. Not too long after I left the organization.

[ He doesn't like to lie to Reinhardt, of all people, but--for as long as it's been--the story's still raw in his mind. Maybe even more so now, what with meeting so many familiar faces again. ]
arcreact: while the police let me ride their horse. ((505) thank you for holding my vodka)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Lucky for you, I'm a second chances kind of guy.

[ But okay, sure, he's game. He even holds out his hand, all official-like. (And maybe morbidly curious about whether he can spook her all over again. What? It was funny.) ]

'Sup. Tony Stark. Good to meet you.

[ HE KEEPS A STRAIGHT FACE AND EVERYTHING where is his Oscar. ]
flashbanging: dirty for dirty (it's the way i play)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-16 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Uh, yeah, lil bit.

[ He rubs his throat, partly because it's suddenly started to itch, partly out of chagrin (it occurs to him that the two feelings are related). ]

Fella with white hair and a visor over his face. Comes from the same place we do--you mighta seen'im on the news. They call him Soldier 76. Leastways, the bounty posters do.

[ He pulls away from her, reluctantly, just so they can start walking away from the cold, dark hallway. He knows there's a mess hall of some kind near here. ]
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[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-08-16 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it hasn't been a ride in the park. Been a lot of downs, more than there have been ups.

[ She hugs her arms close and rubs at them, staring out for a moment longer before turning her gaze down to him. ]

We'll get through it. It'll be all right.
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-16 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, I met him earlier as well. Though he didn't try to choke me by any stretch. Were you giving him a hard time?

[ She's reluctant to let go when he pulls away, but her arms ease from around his neck and she'll be. Stealing. His serape— since he'd offered earlier, unwrapping it only to wind it about her own shoulders with a flourish, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a coy little smile. She has at least an inkling of where the mess hall will be and stays at his side close enough to brush her arm against his, but she's making her turns a little more decisively and making sure he's following close. ]
tearsinajar: anabiotic (oн)

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-08-16 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
That's not very reassuring, actually. I don't think I like the idea of being watched, like we can't be trusted.

First they ration things down and now we're being watched?
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] staring)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-16 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Chances are it won't end well.

[He huffs and tries to look dignified while sitting on his bed. It's clearly not too comfortable with his case stuffed under it.]

...My name is Venom, by the way. I assume I'll be sharing the room with you?