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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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[ ANSWER HIS QUESTION YA DINGUS, but also, he can tell when there's something he's not being told about him, about what this kid knows about him, and their situation— so, despite the wary look he casts over his shoulder and back into the hall, he follows Bucky into the privacy of his room.

Once inside, he predictably situates himself with his back to the door, covering his exit point. Force of habit, really, and less paranoia.

He doesn't open his mouth to speak, laconic soldier that he is, and tips his chin in a suggestion for Bucky to start talking first. Who are you, and why am I here? ]

[ He makes the conscious decision not to dash up to the robot once he spots him. Despite desperately wanting to--it seems Pietro is a lot more desperate these days to connect with people, it's come to the point where it's anyone he recognizes from home. It probably stems from Wanda no longer feeling as close to him as he wants.

That's nothing he wants to think about. What he wants to think about, with the shoes of his uniform clacking on the metal corridor, is that vision is here. Vision has never bothered him. Perhaps he's too new--or perhaps he just likes Vision because he's brutally honest. ]

You are here, too. [ His words are still accented in Sokovian, and his demeanor and gait is still the same as he rounds on Vision, joining him looking out at the stars. It's the tiniest quirk of an almost-smile that gives away a subtle change in his personality from being here a while. Despite being in cryo, despite everything that happened during the Runoff, he's still a bit more relaxed. A bit. ]

Do you find this calming? [ Pietro finds himself asking this and not quite knowing what to expect. He finds Vision and and of itself--himself?--a little more comforting and calming than he'd ever admit. ] I do. Sometimes--other times I feel even more lost.

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[At first, it's odd. After the next few times, it's concerning. This looks for all the world like a boy. A young man. Who, in his experience, generally inhale their food at a manic pace.]

[Like some cowboys he could name.]

[But this one doesn't so much as touch it. Perhaps he's ill. So of course, Reinhardt is going to make an effort to be of assistance. Stepping over, and settling a huge hand down beside the young man. A way of asking before he sits.]

[... making the bench creak.]

Is everything all right with you?

[When you go through an entire den of thugs in order to enact JUSTICE, you get fairly banged up. So it's going to take a while for the big man to get himself all pieced together again. Or, at the very least, bandaged.]

[He's in one corner, and the sound of... growling...? is in another. Regardless, he glances over once or twice, while he wraps scrapes on his arms. The armor neatly stacked beside him.]

It is easier if you just go along with it, you know.

[He says, without giving the other man a second glance -- it's a man, right? Or maybe it's an ape like Winston. Hard to tell without another look.] The sooner they are done, the sooner we leave.

[It's a different line, but almost the same. That's how Venom Snake and Big Boss are. The same face. The same following. But the words that come from them, terse from this man. Torrents from the other. Gentler, uniting from this man. Harsher, demanding from the other. "Sorry to keep you waiting," fits Venom Snake better. There are no apologies in John's head. He has to be invariably correct, without fault.]

[The most John can offer is understanding that something hurts. He gave Kaz that. It wasn't an apology, but it wasn't unwanted.]

Good to be with you, Boss.

[Those words are typical of Kaz.]

[He puts his arm around Snake's midsection and hugs him to his side, a gentle squeeze, a hug with his real arm before he lets it drop. But he stays in that personal space bubble for now.] Alright, what first? [One thing at a time, right?]

[He grins -- and that smile has a few too many teeth for a normal person.]

You could say so... they do not call my armor Crusader for nothing!

[And here is where poor Thane gets to undergo one of Reinhardt's back-slaps. Sorry bro.]

[ NO NEVER! YOU SHUT YER OLD FACE! Fury is a wiggling pile of hefty pup in Venom's arms. It's new attention, so that's good enough for him to start wagging and licking at whatever Fury can find. ]

You are just on pins and needles, I know, I know... A handsome man such as myself can sense these things—Honestly, it's a gift and it's a curse. So lemme save you the suspense. I'm a friend of Kaz and I've been dying to meet you, bucko.

Mother.

[A title breathed out in a tiny, breathless whisper before Padmé turns to her. The sight of her grounds Leia, despite the knowledge that she's looking at the woman who loved the man who became Darth Vader. Slightly taller than Leia herself, with the same dark hair and eyes, as well as a grace to her movements that seems inborn despite her uncertainty.

You know Nomo deck. You were--but clearly she doesn't and wasn't, not as far as she seems to know. After a few weeks gone from the ship, perhaps memory of it disappeared. The Ingresses are so tricky and unpredictable that it doesn't seem unlikely.

(What that means for the rest of them--for Luke, now gone, for her own knowledge of Ben Solo and the future awaiting Han--she's not sure. And she can't afford to think of it now, if she wants to have a conversation with someone else.)

Leia draws up a smile in hopes of covering that stricken feeling--my mother has returned--and nods. She's not so ungraceful herself today: in a long white gown, with her thick hair braided in loops at the back of her head, she fits the title princess as well as ever.]

Nomo is one of the barracks decks. I can take you there.

[If she's not careful, Jean might pick up the emotions of a tall robot currently chatting up someone else. Or maybe she would take notice of how peppy and over the top his banter was, when compared to the inner consternation.

The feelings of uncertainty, depression, and self-doubt, and the thoughts that strayed to an uncomfortably dark place where everything was violent and red--

--Mettaton turns to look at the young girl, his eyebrow raising. It's a concerned expression, as this human appears as if she may faint. Finishing up his conversation (one he was only holding to be polite anyway), he moves closer to Jean.]

Sweetheart, maybe you should take a seat. Are you faint?

[A gloved hand reaches out to touch her shoulder, as if to stir Jean from her thoughts and assure that she would be alright.]

[ The lights flicker and reveal the source of the movement that 76 is currently aiming his very large gun at. Of course a teenaged girl with owlish eyes wearing a rather flouncy dress probably shouldn't look so calm about the fact that she can look all the way up the barrel from her current point of view.

Instead of panicking she just leans to the side. ]

It's rude to point, you know. Especially with that.

[ Didn't they teach you any manners in old man mercenary school? ]

Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry! [See, the problem with being a newbie on a spaceship with assigned dorms is that it's extremely easy to lose track of where your bed is. Or your room. Or-- anything. So Leonardo finds himself face-to-face with... some kind of cyborg man? and he's diving behind the closest thing he had, hastily apologizing.]

Where are my clothes?! What are you doing here?! Do you live here?!

[Leo please calm down]

[ Once their solidarity is reaffirmed, Venom sees fit to jerk his chin to the side, motioning to the corner of the room where they can sit down and discuss some of the finer details without standing around like two weirdos with too many feelings. He'll have to talk to Ocelot too, at some point, to get a third-person (and incidentally, probably slightly more objective) opinion on the goings-on around the ship, but.

First things first. He settles down on one of the chairs, immediately raising a brow when Mama takes that as an opportunity to explore his lap with excited nudges of head-to-knee. ]

Setting some facts straight. [ He breaks eye contact with Kaz to sift his fingers back through thick fur again, indulging the insistent whines for attention. ] I was here before. Anything I should know about with respect to that?

[ Another way to phrase this question is 'how many people know who I am', but he's sure Kaz can put two and two together. Especially considering that he was here when Big Boss was also around, presumably— hard to miss two identical-looking people walking around. ]

[ Bucky's strategy is nefarious, how is Venom supposed to leave when he has an armload of puppy... there's a wave of nostalgia that hits him when he remembers that there was a time when DD was also this small, so that's score one in favor of Venom staying here just a little while longer. He is Endeared, essentially.

He's too much of a hardened badass to smile, but you can bet he's not struggling very gainfully against this dog-related onslaught. It's a bit difficult to concentrate on what Bucky's saying, but he catches it amidst loud puppy panting and the sound of tongue rubbing along his coarse facial hair. ]

...You know Kaz? [ Please, Fury, let him talk. He angles his head to the side, tries to fix Bucky with an evaluative stare. ] So he's been on this ship for a while.

[ He's seen Kaz listed in the register so he's not surprised, per se. But!!

"What have you heard" goes unsaid. ]

[Kaz sits, and sighs like he's about to deflate. There's a spark there, an old jealousy that had stirred up when Ocelot had told him what he and that Snake did. And when he's settled in the chair, he rests his hands in his lap to consider how to talk about it. Joy, to her credit, seems content to become a flat dog rug of tiredness on the floor.]

He talked about himself a lot.

[Yes, some people know.]

[He decides in his infinite wisdom to not mention the Ocelot thing. Probably for the better. It wasn't with this man, after all.]

He didn't do that much. There was a prison station that made him hallucinate. And... he tried to help me, still. Started having nightmares.

He actually showed up before he knew who he was. At the same time as Big Boss, so I confronted Big Boss and made him go talk to him. [As much as one can "make" Big Boss do anything.] DD showed up a few weeks later and that's what happened.

[ No, Fury, continue distracting him with your cute ways! ]

Yeah, awhile. He's the one that gave me that pup.

[ "He". God, how many versions of himself is he going to have to put up with, and how many versions of himself will he ever really remember? It's immediately nauseating, a mental pull starting from his shrapnel and extending to the pit of his stomach. Rationally, he understands that this case of 'amnesia' is something he can't be held accountable for— some space-time-infraction that neither he nor anyone else could reasonably have controlled— but the actions of a man calling himself 'Venom Snake' that he can neither recall nor relate to dredge far too many parallels to events in his past.

How many times is this going to happen? How much of himself will be left after each hard-reset?

His hand stops and rests on Mama's head, temporarily suspended mid-motion. Scarred lips knit together, expression emptying before working into something more convincingly present. ]

Right. [ If he sounds a bit more clipped, well. ] Can't help what the others already know. I'll be discreet with the rest.

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He must like you, then. [ Otherwise, Kaz wouldn't give Bucky the time of day, let alone a dog.

Fury continues trying to maul him with affection. It's working. ]

[ She had certainly seen and heard the man growl, but Angela had been on her way out herself and hadn't expected to see him again so quickly. Without the jacket and only seeing the back of his head she couldn't recognize the internationally wanted vigilante, yet when he's storming out after the examination and clipping her in the shoulder, she whips the full way around and the annoyance is on her face for a long moment before recognition hits her, no matter how hazy it may be. ]

Excuse you, there's no need to be rushing around like this. There are injured people here I hope you realize.

[ And she'll give him an unimpressed once-over, blue eyes sharp for a change. She won't make any mention of recognizing him or knowing they've come from the same place, but she will also... not let him pass her easily, side-stepping to stay right in his path. Her expression and tone gentles after her first bark, shifting down into something borderline friendly. ]

Those doctors in there were only doing their jobs. We've all been displaced from our lives the same as you, so there's no reason to act out.

There are... alternate universes, Boss. It probably wasn't you.

[He can tell something about that hit him. The way it's clipped, the way his mouth knits, his hand pauses on the dog's head. Something about that bothered him.]

And you can say so. People can't judge you for what he's mentioned. I'll get your back.

[But he told some people himself, in his rage, in his anger, in his loss. Just a few people though. Discrete ones, some that he trusted that wouldn't wield it like daggers. But this loss happened to Venom, not him, and he has to do his best that it doesn't haunt the man more than necessary.]

Big Boss went by Ishmael and you went by Ahab. It's easy enough to choose a different name of preference.

But... There's another complication relating to that. [And he says that like he wants Snake to prepare for something else "big".]

[ ....... Uhh what the hell does he say to that? Miller must like him? He doesn't do that sort of thing for everyone. Yeah, Bucky knows that. He's definitely special, yeah. Mentally adjust your boner there, Barnes. ]

Of course he does. I'm the swellest guy you'll ever meet. And since you have met me—Fate'n all I guess—The name's Jim. And that bundle of fury in your hands is Fury! Now what in the world do I call you? Please tell me you don't have ten code names, too.

[ It's difficult, the question of his identity, what he needs to assume here. Who he needs to assume the position of. Of course, it's easy enough to be told to be 'Ahab', but who exactly is 'Ahab' without Ishmael to dictate his story?

Self-pity is unbecoming, and Venom doesn't draw on it. That's never been a priority to him, but being yanked from one trajectory to another is admittedly difficult: from 'from here on out, you are Big Boss' to 'choose a name you prefer'.

He sets that thought aside, carefully pats the dog looking inquisitively up at him to assuage her curiosity. ]

Go on.

[ Perhaps a bit frustratingly, he provides no input regarding what he's going to do about himself. But this "complication" seems more important. ]

[ Now, isn't it funny how Venom doesn't really know Kazuhira Miller from his pre-Salty Winter Adult days, but has a vague inkling that this is how he acted when he was still a Sweet Summer Child? Maybe that's why Kaz likes Bucky, because he reminds him of a time when things were less complicated and people could joke without feeling like they were laughing at someone's funeral.

The corner of his mouth quirks, before Venom clamps a lid down on it. ]

'Venom Snake'. [ 3edgy5u ] Or 'Ahab'. Take your pick.

[Even is this was like the previous waves of new people, Peggy would still make an effort to extend an offer of help to those lost and confused in this new setting.

But this month was already worse. First there was the change of power with the captains, and now the low power mode was kicking in. She's used to rationing, it was a necessity for anyone that grew up during the Depression like she did, or spent any amount of time out on the field in war. But she had spent five months on this ship, others plenty more than that, and they had never really wanted for much. This was a striking change, and one she knew plenty were going to struggle with. Especially those already having to adjust to the way of life on the ship.

So she made herself available. She had been visiting public areas during breaks from her job encrypting and decrypting messages, offering help to those who needed it as much as she could. She was on her way back to Navigation when her attention was draw to the man that approached and introduced himself.]

I'm sure I can spare a few. [She wasn't that busy, anyways, and she was pretty sure this man was a new arrival. That took priority.] It's nice to meet you, Jim. I'm Peggy. I don't recall seeing you before, are you among the new arrivals?

[ First days on the job were always stressful, no matter how familiar it may have been for anyone leading up to that point. For Angela, she settles easily enough into any medical setting, whether it's a tent in the desert or a run-down clinic in Africa or a high-tech facility boasting all the latest technology. She goes into it enthusiastically and with care, getting to know each and other person that comes through the sliding doors with friendly vigor that invites relaxation.

The second she gets a break and can leave, however, it clearly weighs on her shoulders as she clutches a steaming cup of coffee, finding a quiet corner just outside the medical wards, not even aware of anyone else's presence when her weight thumps against the wall and she sinks down to the floor in slow motion with a relieved sigh, cool metal against her back. For everything this ship seemed to be lacking, they did still at least provide coffee, and her hands needed the heat.

Venom may not even have acknowledged her yet, but she notices she's not alone after half a second and startles, nearly splashing coffee with a quiet sound of surprise. ]

Oh—! I apologize, I'm not in your way, am I? I thought I was alone.

[He notes he doesn't. And he will press later.]

There are two other Snakes here. Liquid and Solid. You know one, but as "Eli". They're the adult versions of the twins, from our future. Solid is actually one of my students. Almost the spitting image of John.

[He's not even used the name "John" for Big Boss in front of Ocelot. The way it was given to him, it felt like some kind of secret. But he's made a point to hide as little as possible (except for that excitable venture into restaurant chains) from this man. So he lets himself.]

That face is pretty common around these parts. You can be Venom Snake if you want. Or just another Snake. That's fine. [He reaches out and settles his hand over his forearm, letting it rest there. A fake hand, though glove covered, on another artificial arm.]

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