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( 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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"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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"Ah -- sure," she says quickly, surprised and showing it. She's glad for the quid pro quo, if he's not where he's supposed to be then he's less likely to care if she is, it just came at her without her knowing, which speaks to her newness and shock about being here, and her grief about leaving home which is difficult to hack through and think straight. She needs to check her assumptions, seems like.

"Is that something people ask a lot around here?" Just so she's aware. Because if people are used to reporting where they saw who and when and whether they were on a list or something, then she wants to know that so she can be more careful before snooping in where she doesn't belong. If worse comes to worse, in here she can fake a headache or panic attack due to claustrophobia. Other places not so much, unless she wants to come off like a flake, which she'd prefer not to given the choice.

Glancing around, she wonders if maybe she should get out of here, herself.

"I know," she replies, immediate and certain. More than maybe she has a right to be. It's not all for his benefit; she needs to believe it herself, and part of her just knows that as long as she doesn't have to hide from him like she initially thought, for those first agonizing minutes, she was going to, that she can handle whatever this place throws at her.

But being okay and being happy aren't even a little the same, so there's also that. There's no pretending this place is anything like the farmhouse or the penthouse she dreamed into existence, the first places she ever felt safe in her whole life. Somehow she thinks of when Daryl returned to Teleios after that short absence -- short, from her perspective, but over a year (she's guessing, eight months at the prison plus whatever came after) for him. How he didn't want to settle in, at first, didn't even want to stay in the house to sleep. She never got to see how he reacted to losing the prison, but she doesn't imagine it'd be too different. And that's how she's feeling now: out of place, like she wants to crawl out of her skin... but, she's used to that feeling, or she was once, so she just handles it. What she probably needs is to go cry for a while, but there never seems to be time, at least not in her head which is crammed full of checklists and escape routes and contingency plans.

She's not trying to push Daryl away, she can only hope after all they've come through that he realizes it. It's just difficult to knock herself out of survival mode and into being an actual, feeling human being right now.

When you put it like that. [she smiles a little, at least. While she still doesn't love the idea that there's any sort of obvious thing about her, but this one, at least, seems harmless enough. And maybe helpful.]

I've never been on a ship like this, or in space. So it's all very... [she makes an inarticulate motion. You know, shocking, new, awe-inspiring, upsetting. Pick a few adjectives.]

I use it for the squishy ones.

[To prove his point, Whirl pokes him with his claw. ]

You're using words that literally make no sense at all. You know that, right. If you don't I don't know any medic but Ratchet and he doesn't do squishies. He can but we probably need him more.

[As Newt talks about squishing up brains Whirl's optic gets HUGE and he puts his claws together a bit like a child promised candy.]

They'll actually leak out. Where are those Cad-slaggers when I need them. I gotta test this.

Well I must admit I'm always interested in Thor. [He definitely, absolutely has one of those replica mjolnirs they sell in toy stores, it's a whole thing.] He's the only god I've ever met, after all--but I would take any ridiculous stories you have. I haven't had the fortune of collecting all that many myself.

[Much of what Tony does and says could be called ridiculous, he supposes. He generally finds it endearing even while the others are exasperated. There is so much seriousness in the life of an Avenger, though, and things have only gotten darker of late. And now this place. A little reminder that things are not always so bleak would likely go a long way for both of them.]

Maybe...tell me something about the friends you mentioned. Erik and Jane?

You're correct, I'm not familiar with you or your title.

[That in itself is not so strange, he's met several people here who he's had no prior knowledge of--not just who they are, but what. But this woman is the first to look at him this way. He has the feeling he should apologize to her again, although he knows it would change nothing.]

I have been informed that I was, somehow, aboard this ship in the past. Would that be where you know me from? [Very slowly he is getting used to the knowledge that people here have memories of him that he does not share. Still, it comes with a dull ache, knowing that he may be missing something vital.]

[He decides, after a brief moment of silence, to simply say it. After all, honesty is important, is it not?]

I should say, Miss Carter, I know Steve as a member of the Avengers. I am an android, and more or less a creation of their's. [More or less.] So I know a great deal about you. Indeed, everything that's been written or said over the last several decades.

[That may be a bit much. He sighs.] I mean that I admire your work.

We have only walked down half a corridor. ( dutch is royalty: an actual warrior princess at least by marriage, even if she was widowed on her wedding night. the royal we still prompts a pointed response from her regardless. pointed, but amused. )

I've mapped out three corridors with living quarters, the mess hall and observation deck and rec rooms. What've you got?

Did you?

[ Pietro's voice is surprisingly soft, if only because the place seems to have some sort of magic spell over it. He doesn't really want to answer the dreaming question--out of sight out of mind, for him. He went over it once, he can stop thinking about it, and he doesn't really want to dwell on it, even if that's what they're talking about.

Part of him is worried if he fixates on it, he'll spend too much time in his head. That's not good for anyone. ]

[ It was still unfair. He clips his words, straight and precise, even if he doesn't have to. He knows he doesn't have to say a word and Wanda will understand, but that doesn't make him feel any less guilty. ]

You were protecting me.

[ It's slow and careful, something uncharacteristic for Pietro, but he brings his hands up and touches her face, holding her head gently before leaning down and kissing the top of her forehead. ]

I will always be your brother, Wanda. Whatever will happen. And now? No we are here. Maybe the universe has eased everything by giving you more brothers.

[ Hey, it's an attempt at a joke, at least. If he doesn't try to laugh, he'll cry. ]

[He pauses at that and tilts his head in acknowledgement.]

I see. I'm sorry.

[It's good that he doesn't sound sad about it, Arno isn't the greatest at helping with feelings yet.]

Merci. I'm thankful. Unfortunately I don't know if we'll remember any of what we've seen or learned from our otherworld trips, so I'm not sure how well it'll remain in my head when I return home. [He's not really torn up by it, though. Good will eventually come, and that works for him.]

Oui, supposed.

[And Arno lets him. It's clear that 76 is searching for answers he can't give, and honestly, the Frenchman doesn't know if it's even possible to get the answers he's looking for. He does stop himself from trying to do anything like moving too quickly or too surprisingly for the other's liking.

He does say something, though.]

Just be careful, monsieur.

[ Vision's right. Pietro knows he is; Pietro knows he's absolutely correct. He also knows he shouldn't take it out on the synthetic. That it's unfair and unnecessary.

Doesn't mean he listens to that part of him, though. Pietro at least lets go of Vision, though not without a touch of dramatic flair. He turns around, paces a few steps before whirling around again.

He's feeling more and more like a caged animal. ]

Who are you to know what she feels, hmm? Why should I listen to you, anyway? You're not even human.

I don't know 'im. [I don't trust him, is what she means. She wouldn't go asking anything of anyone she doesn't know well enough to know what the price might be.]

Just wanna have some. If anythin' gets as dotty as it did last couple months, I ought to have somethin' if I wanna keep from becomin' a ghost.

[Kobra promised to show her how to shoot, but she wants to wait until he's better. Until then she's got to find something better than using a piece of old metal as a makeshift knife.]

Used to havin' lots of books? [She gestures around the library.] Ya know we got aliens on the ship, right? You can ask 'em about stuff instead of havin' to read.

[Ratchet looks a little startled, tilting his head down at Tretij thoughtfully.]

If you like. I don't mind it, though--it's soothing, to be honest. I wouldn't mind you staying for company, though, if you wanted.

[ He doesn't give a shit about New Mexico--and that reading minds comment just has him on edge even more. Pietro probably wouldn't be reading too much into this if he hadn't had a recent chat with Vision and is inherently aware of everything he probably missed that others might have seen.

Thanks, death.

First, though, he has to make sure they're even from the same world. It could be a different world, after all. ]

Do you know who Tony Stark is?

What do ya mean? I've heard plenty.

[If stories about the before times, or if the way some of the runners rolled their eyes at the tales about the Witch or Destroya or gods, counted.]

I know someone who knows plenty. And he said doctors can't be trusted. All evil and everything.

This is the most absurd conversation I've ever had in my life.

[AND YET HE DOESN'T LEAVE]

Look, it's Drift as in the racing. Drifting. Not the... whatever you're talking about.

Not gonna free us, just the droids. I think.

[She frowns. Honestly the stories had never been to clear on that. She'd never been allowed to be around the few droids that stuck around the zones for long.

She leans forward, lowering her voice a little. Not out of a desire to keep quiet, but because it's the best way she knows how to make what she says sound important enough.]

He's gonna save 'em all from BLI. From being used and controlled and made to do things they don't wanna. And probably kill off all the nasties workin' for the company. Maybe just burn down the city, I don't know. But I do know he's important.

[She snorts, gives a little roll of her eyes.] I don't go lookin' for claps, lady. I ain't some green little thing itchin' to get taken down. Just sayin' that ain't everyone 'round here is gonna see that you're packin' and play nice.

And the fat cats pretendin' they run the place have got some strange rules about offin' people. Might be best to avoid the fights.

Uh-huh! Her name's Toriel an' she's really super nice! Did you meet her yet?

The east?

[Part of her wants to ask if he knew Deacon, but who knows how many settlements were out on the other coast.]

City's got power, but not our part. Guess they got machines and stuff for that with all those people 'round. We just don't got anthin' that powerful out in the desert. [She shrugs. It never really bothered her until she came here.] Why don't ya'll got it?

[ for a few moments, there's nothing else from tretij, the masked head tilting faintly as he appears to consider it. at last, though, one of the tools lifts lazily into the air, and the child glances back and up.

show me, he insists, and sits up enough that ratchet can move his hand again. ]

"Good. We're doing a lot of that--" Making do, that is--"these days."

She's made her opinions known on the subject, and that's that. Leia finds herself glancing over at Jaina repeatedly as they walk, unable to stop looking for herself and Han in her. "She's a little younger than you. A lot of curly hair, a smart mouth. If you don't recognize her, I'm sure she'll tell you who she is."

[He'd rather her not point it out, anyway. It's a part of his life now and there's not much he can do about it. His focus on things now, and he nods as she lets him know why she was around this area in the first place. It makes sense, he thinks. Wanting to look and see what there was is his idea too. He rests easier being around her, not only because he isn't alone anymore but because of their shared idea.]

Same here... Though I was told I was going to have to work as a Weapons Specialist, so I was just coming here to check that out. [His hand motions to the door in question, then moving on to the burning question on his mind.] It won't open?

[Because if it won't for her, he's not sure how it will for him. Not until figuring what he's supposed to be doing. At the very least, he has his own weapons too. Visibly there are four on his person. There'll be a time when he stores them away, but right now isn't that time.]

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