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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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worn_wings: (➶ 061)

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-09-08 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[He takes a moment to weigh the question, tipping his head to the side.]

We get by. Got a place, seems pretty safe. [And a hint of a smile.] We got good people.
diamondhack: (well sure)

LOL there there

[personal profile] diamondhack 2016-09-09 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Fluffy beds are fantastic, I will take those over concrete any day. It's why I can't give up my luxurious life. That and the dresses.
two_jedi_sticks: (Default)

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-09-09 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Janitor."

The expression she shows Leia is one of a girl who knows just how low the job is on the totem pole, but she isn't going to argue it. It still lets her work with the ship's infrastructure in some capacity, and that's worth it.

"I'm sure Uncle Luke would have a lesson ready about how no responsibility is too small for a Jedi."
imahologram: (twenty-eight.)

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-09-09 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Leia grins. She can't doubt she'd have the same reaction--now or as a girl. Janitor isn't a job anybody asks for, but there's no denying that it's necessary on the ship.

"I think you're right." Even without knowing what kind of uncle Luke grows into being, that sounds like his brand of optimism to Leia. "You can put in paperwork for a new job, if you think of one that suits you better. What would you like to do?"

That, she thinks, might be another window into just who Jaina is.
sketchycharacter: (blackout)

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2016-09-09 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
That we don't have in common. I just don't have the figure for a dress.
soldiergenes: (of your greed and disgrace)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-09-09 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What day it is tomorrow? Snake tilts his head in confusion, since he has no idea what Raiden's getting at. (Although this time it has less to do with different universes and more to do with the fact that he hadn't spied on Raiden's conversations with his girlfriend.)

It's not hard to see that Raiden's mentally running through the possibilities, that they're both coming to the same conclusion. They're not actually from the same place, even if they know versions of each other from their homes and match up on at least some of the details.

Raiden's obviously disappointed, and Snake's not sure what he can do to comfort him in this sort of situation. He's not good at comforting people in general. There's a few moments of drawn-out silence before he sighs and rubs at the back of his neck. ]


Listen, kid. If we still go through Big Shell together, then that means enough is the same about where we come from that I'm just going to treat you the same. If you don't want that, then let me know now.

[ He can always keep his distance, if that's easier. ]
backsassin: by <user name = sousaphone> (i could be the joker)

[personal profile] backsassin 2016-09-09 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zam makes room for Tron under the blankets, grateful for the extra heat he adds to the pile. Just plain contact is nice too, and she scoots closer once he’s properly settled next to her.

Still, his question almost makes her wish she were alone again. His presence is undeniably comforting -- and that’s exactly the problem. She wants to open up to him, even as she knows what a bad idea that would be. Smarter to keep him at arm’s length than to get him involved in the tangled spiral she’s been going through for the past few months, no matter how badly she wants to vent. Zam fidgets with her MID for a moment, caught between conflicting desires.]


About as well as you’d expect. [She keeps her expression carefully neutral as she types it out. If it’s a facade, it’s not as misleading as it could be -- there’s no false smile, no affect of nonchalance. It’s up to Tron whether he wants to pry or let it go. Honestly at this point, Zam’s not sure which outcome she’d prefer.]
two_jedi_sticks: (peek)

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-09-10 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
There's cautious excitement creeping into Jaina's bearing. What would she like to do? There's a lot of thought for Jaina to put into that one as she nears the end of her current training, but while on the Moira, the question gets a lot simpler. It is supposed to be a temporary situation, after all, so it must be fine to just stick to her interests and whatever might help in the journey.

"Engineering." Another glance, looking for Leia's approval. "Piloting, if there's ever an opportunity."

For Jaina, her mother's approval has been the main limiting factor on just how much she gets to fly, her friend's shuttle aside. Either way, she isn't looking for combat -- doesn't see it as a primary part of her responsibilities, as she will after being through a few wars.
two_jedi_sticks: (victory)

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-09-10 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Jaina loves her dad's passions, blind to just how ridiculous Han is about so many things. Mostly she just wants to be included in the shenanigans. Last time she got to go somewhere with him, they'd ended up with a new friend and providing relief to a war-torn planet -- it can only get bigger and better, surely. A brighter future, just like the lights in the flight deck.

Her pace picks up as they approach, not quite running ahead to get her first good look in the hangar. "Only every now and then? You're going to have to tell me some stories."
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-09-10 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Andyr’s chewing at the inside of a lip for a moment, considering the man, what he’s told him so far, and how that weighs against what Andyr knows of politicians and the general elite. Welp, he doesn’t seem like a cannibal. H a . Time will tell if the man’s the exception to the rule. “Guess not.”

For now, at least. However, that moment of favor quickly turns sour at the word ‘masters’, and all that follows it, even in that kind, even tone he’s been using. The mood of his conversation snaps, flickering to something visceral and angry in a short moment.

“They aren’t my goddamn masters, and fuck what they could’ve had. The human enslavement part’s the problem, not what they had me do all day.” But Andyr’s a mercurial creature, and after a moment or so of quiet, he calms, somes to sink some, even. Sobering , at the mention of what opportunities he supposedly has now.

“Yeah, and for how long?” Spoken quietly, distant. He has no illusions that he can’t be easily swept up and sent back home when the Ingress gets moody again. Andyr isn’t letting himself get attached to this place.
takeitslow: ([Lay])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-09-10 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
There's plenty of people around here that aren't, you know, human. You might as well try to give them all a chance.

[He won't outright say he's not, but with all the others running around he feels the need to put it out there. The less conflict to be started on the ship, the better.

He doesn't mean to be rude about with the laughter, it's just a product of everything he's seen, been forced to obey in the past few months.]


Basically. Even that probably wouldn't get you in trouble with the staff, but the person who's room you broke into? Everyone would probably just pretend not to see them kick your ass. Oh, and there are some places locked. Apparently the old captains' wanted people to stay out. [He shrugs.] Up to you if you think it's worth pissing them off for it. I mean, they had one door locked because of a dangerous prisoner, so it might be your head if you break in on him.
straightouttacarbonite: (040)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-09-10 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
The eager, easy way she talks to him is immeasurably strange; it sort of makes sense that they'd have an easy rapport. She might be a stranger, but she's known him her whole life.

"You'll have to trade," he says, trying not to feel sheepish. "Tell me one's I'm supposed to know already."

At least she seems willing to let him get to know her. That's a pleasant change. He nods toward the ship as it comes into view.

"C'mon, let's get all this stowed. I'll show you around some."
meetmyblade: (pic#9719724)

[personal profile] meetmyblade 2016-09-10 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Evie's eyes are alight with excitement as she takes in the hand gesture. The confirmation with the hand gesture was almost unnecessary as the words of Ezio Auditore had already had their desired effect.

Suddenly, the hopelessness that Evie has been feeling from the moment she arrived doesn't seem nearly so endless. Though this man happens to be little more than a stranger, there is already a bond of brotherhood between them and it is such a relief that Evie can't help but laugh a little in an outpouring of that as she raises her hand to her own chest to return the gesture.]


Oh there are, monsieur. There very much are, I can assure you of that. I cannot speak for the future, but I do know that in 1868 the spirit of Ezio Auditore is very much alive and well.

[And if he needs it spelled out any further than that... well. Evie can start quoting Altaïr Ibn-L'Ahad if he'd like, or at least describing in intimate detail the contents of Edward Kenway's London basement. Or not. Perhaps Kenway wasn't such an integral part of the French brotherhood's history, she'd never got round to asking Father about that.]

I'm Evie Frye, brother, and I am so very, very pleased to meet you.

[She extends her hand, beaming at her new acquaintance in delight.]

I can't tell you what a relief it is to find a friend in space, I never even thought there might be others from the Brotherhood taken here.
prorenataa: (I'm reaching for my gun)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-09-10 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
There are currently five of us to choose from. [ He offered with an arched eyebrow, before setting himself to the task of getting the scanner operational.

He positioned it to take a read of Peter's entire leg, not just the knee. If the younger man had been hobbling on a bad joint for awhile, it was possible he'd caused other damage as his body tried to compensate.

As Peter shared his history with Medbay, Adrien looked mildly bemused. ]


Most people do their level best to stay out of this place. What, do you like the lollipops?

[ Trick question. There were no lollipops. ]
imahologram: (thirty-three.)

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-09-11 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe there will be." She's not sure what the look Jaina gives her means, but it seems to mean something. "We could use engineers, too."

She gestures vaguely to the corridor around them, with its lowered lighting. Some decent engineering could help the ship run a little more efficiently.

"I'm in navigation. It's not ideal, but they don't have much use for a senator here." Not since their abortive attempt to form some kind of governing body, anyway. As they reach Mero deck, Leia glances around. "Which one is your bunk?"
takeitslow: ([Argue])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-09-11 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. I'm glad someone was keeping you in line while I was out." Maybe if he knew he'd think the drugging was a little over the top. Maybe, with his volatile history, he wouldn't. At least the ends justified the means.

"It didn't have to be far, just enough to get away. Enough to make enough time to figure something else out." He shakes his head, limbs twitching in want to pace and shake out the nervous energy the conversation is building in him. "There just- there had to be something else. There's so many people on this ship, someone had to be able to think of something that didn't end in so many people getting hurt. Dying."
takeitslow: ([Tilt])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-09-11 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
And are any of you covered by my insurance?

[The joke would sound better if he actually knew if Adrien was from a world that had such a thing. He winces, already braced for an awkward explanation and the comparison of time lines that usually makes his humor fall flat.]

Maybe I'm just really into doctors. [He snorts, trying to stay still. He mostly succeeds, at least limiting the twitching to only his hands. Lack of movement was always hard on him.] I don't know if anyone's told you yet but space is kind of dangerous. Not all of us can stay out of the way of that danger all the time.
prorenataa: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-09-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry Peter but the reference goes right over his head.

That's the bad news.

The good news is, he's so used to this occurrence that he doesn't ask. The comment about being really in to doctors does earn him a flat look, before Adrien finishes off the scan and steps back. ]


I must have missed the space memo. [ He said in a dry tone. ] But there is a difference between acceptable risk and recklessness. How in the world did you do this to your leg?
carltoaction: (pic#10323360)

[personal profile] carltoaction 2016-09-11 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess.

[Is all he can say to that. Though this is a thing he feels he'll have to do, get used to doing with one non-human a time. On his own.

It's alright. He forgets about the laughter soon enough. Seriously, the part about locked doors and prisoners on the ship catches his attention.]


What? They keep prisoners here. [Seems funny after they told him there's a no tolerance for killing rule, is all.]
hyperkinesia: (Thanks for asking nicely.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-09-11 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce almost wants to ask him if he'd have kept him in line himself, but this is an argument he's had before, serious or otherwise, and he's about ready to let it go at this point. Fine, he's an idiot, he gets it. He's not doing it again, for what it's worth, so just let him be.

"We did figure something out. Or, well— people did. They sent them through the Ingress rather than kill them all on sight." Which was the Captains' plan, and that would've definitely ended with a whole lot more bloodshed. But it was still a battle, and people get injured during those, even killed. As much as Bruce would've wanted everyone to walk out of that situation alive, it wouldn't be a realistic expectation to have.

"People just did their best. We had few other options. It's easy talking about it now, but at the time..." He shrugs.
deconstruct: (pic#10271742)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-09-11 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
What parts?

[ questions, such questions. Andyr has no filter for his curiosity, and Nate’s making it sound interesting now. ]

What’s your line of work? You a cop or something?
deconstruct: (pic#10498740)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-09-11 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I’ll ask. [ idle comment, like there’s no issue to it. It’s simple to ask a question and communicate an answer, and andyr loathes the idea that someone would owe him for anything that easy.

he nods, accepting that answer as logical. though she'd want to have smaller bombs, something more like grenades, less likely to punch a hole in the side of the ship, or that'll be doing the opposite of a favor for her. no sense blowing someone up if it'll mean you get sucked out into space right after.

As for a lot of books, andyr laughs, something a bit ironic in it. ]
A lot? Nah. Just lived for a while in a really boring room with nothing to keep busy with but a shelf or two of 'em.

[ and the exercise equipment, but there's only so much of that you can do before your body's just done with it. ] Yeah, I know. Talked to one. Just like reading better.
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-09-11 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
They're machines - they're property.

[ Said like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He isn't saying they aren't life in their own right, that's not an argument he's getting into.

But that's the way with the world, isn't it? people don't just engineer a robot just to set it free to happily live it's life, just like no one engineers clones just to release them into the city. they were made to do a job, to meet an ends. ]


Anyone who makes something owns it. No matter how sentient it is. That's just humans.
two_jedi_sticks: (concern)

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-09-12 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Bacta is a liquid medical compound. It might not be available locally.

[By now, Jaina's stopped poking at her food and is focused on the girl. It's a little dumbfounding to hear this -- she's had a medical examination, and she still ran off? Jaina's been through it, and it wasn't that stressful. Was it?

She's blunt.]


You sound proud.
deconstruct: (pic#10330094)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-09-12 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ fueled by spite alone - it's a sentiment andyr could relate to. especially when there aren't any other options besides wither, mindlessly. he's caught more by the mention of a missing gun, brow quirking a moment. ]

The one I was holding didn't show up either.

[ So, somewhere along the way, they'd been disarmed. it doesn't help the level of suspicion he has for this place, but it's good to know that's something of a design in the supposed randomness of all this. ]