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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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dust_of_life: (Calm)

[personal profile] dust_of_life 2016-08-17 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I find it a stretch of credulity.

[But hey, maybe where he comes from, it's normal to walk around looking like a a B-movie sci fi space hero.

Anyway, look at where they are.

With a centering breath, she lies down flat, rolling into a headstand, toes pointed like a ballerina.]


Not judging though. Arriving here can be a very unsettling experience.

If you won't tell me when you're from, at least give me a name? Otherwise, I'll have to resort to making one up for you, and I guarantee, you won't like it.
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162792)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-08-17 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, come on, that's not a name.

[Despite the good-naturedly derisive tone, Nate easily shakes the guy's hand.]

I'm Nate. And I'm going to feel like a jackass if I actually call you that.
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[personal profile] yer_pretty_good 2016-08-17 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Only in their universe does something like that make sense.]

John thinks very highly of you. You should know that. Called you our best man.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-08-17 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The more Rung talks the more angry Tarn becomes. His optics sharpen and his fingers tighten, denting the metal of Rung's shoulder.

This Autobot has some nerve to talk back to him.

"That may be so, but there is more than one way to be an obstacle to someone than simply standing in their way. You tell your Autobots friends that I will not stand for goading or nonsense on their part. I want to be left alone."

Tarn's voice lowers a fraction, constricting on Rung's spark, but not enough to do any real damage.

"Do you understand me?"
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[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-17 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Glad of the information, Yori shakes her head. "All these changes must be even more disorienting for crew who had time to know the old way." She just hopes the new captain/admins will stand by the contracts and count her as crew, not the misplaced program she is.

"My name is Yori. Pleased to meet you, Bel Thorne." Bowing doesn't seem to be a widespread custom here, but she inclines her head a fraction anyway. She had just started to feel more comfortable than painfully inept at the gesture. "Any more advice for finding my way?" If the words come out a little hopeful, it probably won't hurt anything.

Continue here?
Edited 2018-03-27 17:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cockade 2016-08-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arno actually laughs at that, far too amused.] Let me explain.

I was taken from my time over two years ago and kidnapped into a world of magic, one that was ruled by monarchies and divided by two courts. Depending on the shard we carried in our chest, [Yes, he looks completely serious about this.] we were "claimed" by one of these courts, and forced to fight a war against each other for the fate of all worlds.

Eventually, we came to the end of the world- and we were given a choice. Save our worlds and let everything else stagnate and die, or die and let our worlds rebirth themselves into something new. Not all of us wanted that, so we opted for a third way- a way to save the worlds as they are now, and bring new ones into existence. And in doing so, we opened up small moments of us returning home, in our times as well as the future.

[He pauses.] I saw France for her revolution, and then I saw the beauty that will eventually come almost a hundred years later, in a time of peace. It was comforting to find, especially in a time where every morning and night ends in violence or despair.
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[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-17 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Armin doens't maintain much eye contact. He goes back to looking at the stars, considering what has been said.]

Then I'm sorry things have been so bad for you. [They must have been, for him to believe he's to blame or unlucky.] But if you're not the reason we're here, then it can't be your fault if something happens to us. You shouldn't blame yourself for things entirely out of your control.

...That's for the people who brought us here.
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[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-08-17 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow I'm not surprised.

[He sighs, sounding more resigned than anything.]

Did he like Q? I bet he liked Q.
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[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-17 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
All the more reason to learn how to wield something long-range.

[Armin understands why Deku might hesitate, though, and drops the subject.]

What kind of music do you like? Up until recently, I was completely unfamiliar with it! But I love the kinds you can dance to.
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[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-17 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
They are probably preparing for more resistance than they've gotten so far. But I don't know, perhaps the old captains weren't well-liked enough to be missed. In any case, we're their prisoners either way.

[She doesn't offer him a name back, which is a little unusual. Well, traveling between worlds means there's all kinds of types. Perhaps there's a cultural reason for it, or she forgot, or she doesn't want to share her name. In any case, Armin doesn't press it.

He sits and begins eating slowly and carefully, so he'll feel more full.]</small How long have you been here?
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[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-17 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[If it comes down to it he can just break his fingers for a burst of wind.]

Um... I like heroic sounding stuff, with brass and strings! The kind of stuff that makes you think "I can do this".
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-17 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, kinda." Sans shrugs, reaching a hand in. He digs around for a while, finally pulling out a few complete in tact loaves of bread (still wrapped in plastic wrap, for the squeemish. They were well hidden in the can, before Sans saw the need to reveal them.

"I'm saying that with the fuzz cracking down around here, these cans are pretty convenient. Nobody really likes looking at old yogurt, like ya said."

Wink. Sans holds out one of the loaves, waggling it with a furtive look over his shoulder.

"Want one? First bun's free."
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-17 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sans takes a bite of the apple, then holds it out again, inviting her to share. He laughs around the mouthful, enjoying her creativity or the metaphor -- not quite sure which.]

You like people who're a little more chill, huh?
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-17 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eh. I've done my time." Sans offers, vague and friendly all at once. "You'd be amazed how much the days run together around here. I can't quite remember the last time anything shook this place up."

It's a lie. A lie so huge Sans bids a silent prayer to his anatomy for allowing him to keep a straight face.

"How're you taking to it so far?"
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[personal profile] taselikeabee 2016-08-17 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ grin. ]

So is Vision.

[ 'Bumblebee' just so happens to be the best translation for his name. Bee wonders if it is the same for Vision, but who knows? the guy does stand out fairly easily in a crowd. ]

There is a reason, sure. [ and okay, he can't help but be amused by Vision trying to find the best way to ask and be polite about it. ] And it is because my physical form - since I do have one - isn't always practical when moving about the ship.

[ even a 13ft tall robot can get cramped in some of the hallways. thankfully Bee doesn't really have the issue of being big enough to potentially squish someone underfoot, it's still much easier to move about like this and blend in rather than stick out. ]

Believe it or not, but I kind of like organic races. Unfortunately, it's rather difficult to make hallways and rooms that accommodate Cybertronians.

[ and after a beat: ]

What about you? Where are you from? Did you just recently get pulled in?
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[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-17 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm pretty sure they will. I think the low power state has something to do with it.
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[personal profile] avicula 2016-08-17 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( dutch can work with that. it's not quite the same as having johnny or d'avin watching her six, and she doesn't know this guy enough to trust him to watch her anything, but it's not an entirely unfamiliar feeling. )

Thanks. ( dryly. ) I dressed myself this morning.
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-17 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"All my work is dirty." Sans shrugs, apparently unbothered by Snake's concern. With a wink and a finger laid alongside his not-nose conspiratorially, he reached in himself, digging around in the garbage and pulling out...

A loaf of bread. Small, wrapped in plastic wrap, but a loaf of bread all the same.

"Couldn't see it, couldja?"
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[personal profile] avicula 2016-08-17 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( dutch hasn't fought an ai before, nor does she know tex is one, but she's held her own against level sixes, super-powered bio-engineered psychopaths. dutch might not yet know what they are or what their purpose is, but she's fought them.

hells, everything she knows, she was taught by one of them. )


Thanks. Sweet-talking's not going to get you anywhere, though. ( that's mostly joking, though it does hold true in more serious situations than this. dutch catches tex's eyes for a moment, then kicks at her side without telegraphing the move. )
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[personal profile] avicula 2016-08-17 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Suits you.

( he rolls her over his shoulder; dutch lands on his feet because it isn't the first time someone's used this move on her and she knows how to counter it. alvis isn't defenseless by any stretch of the imagination, but he isn't trained the same way dutch is. and while it might leave a lethal opening in a real fight, she glances at his face once she's landed, to gauge how he feels about the assignment. the dry edge she would have expected from him is missing, but he's more adrift than he had been before the bombings, before the wall, before almost gassing spring hills.

maybe other people's pain will keep him from feeling his own too acutely. dutch isn't sure. )
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[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-17 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha! They'll have to planet first!

[YAAAAAAAAAS PUNS]
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[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-17 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[lúcio is quiet for a very long few moments, slowly absorbing all this. he believes arno, if only because if they can all be randomly teleported onto a ship in the middle of space then why would this be untrue?]

I can't imagine what that must be like. [he starts, then stops, shakes his head. he seems to be a little emotional.] Knowing it's all going to work out...
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[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-08-17 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably. ...I dunno why they're doing this, though. It seemed like we were doing okay on power before.

...Unless we weren't and they weren't telling us or something.
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-17 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Comparatively, Sans' hand may as well belong to a baby. An unusually small baby. He shakes without any hesitation, less holding Reinhardt's hand than placing his palm somewhere near the center of it.

"Sans. The skeleton." Wink. "Are you new or am I just late?"
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-08-17 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yep." He says, bopping his hand up against the trash can. "Looking for a hand. You seem t'have two to spare over there."

His perpetual grin seems to widen, thumping the can again.

"Where do the captains have you stationed?"