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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?


( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
mttbrandlegs: <user name=xamag-undertale site=tumblr.com> (22)

[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-02 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mettaton stops walking when he hears the word "apologize." Something about that made him feel worse.

Particularly because he's pretty sure Frisk had something to do with this. They'd tried so hard to explain Kaworu to him that he couldn't think anything different.

And he had been so mean. So...at least in this, he could play nice. For Frisk's sake.]


I can't say you're forgiven yet. But I appreciate your apology. In turn I apologize for my temper. I'm aware that I have one lately.
mylawn: (pic#10463907)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-02 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Though he doesn't say anything, 76 spends a long moment sizing up the new arrival. He pegs him as military almost immediately, but he supposes that mercenary or hired gun isn't necessarily out of the question. It's impossible to see through the visor, but his eyes travel from the rifle to the handgun, and finally to the man's face.

Probably military. Hopefully. At least he'll be in good company.

It takes him an additional moment to realize that there is something cold and wet touching his hand, and he's about ready to flip the heck out before he manages to understand that it's a dog. There's a dog here. Okay.
]

Is this your dog?

[He says, like this could possibly be anyone else's dog.]
Edited 2016-08-02 16:36 (UTC)
soldiergenes: (there was no one in the town)

lights down low // mess hall?

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-02 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With all this talk of rationing, Snake had wanted to take a look for himself to see what they would have to deal with. Would they be down to two meals a day, and what amount of food would those consist of? FOXHOUND training had involved learning how to function on a limited amount of food, given that longer-term missions could involve having to get by on hardly any sustenance.

But whether the rest of the crew can handle it...

So here he is in the mess hall, poking at a plate of food that's already half-eaten by the time that he's approached.

He looks up as the man introduces himself, nodding to the seat across from him since he has no real reason to refuse the guy. ]


I'm Snake. What is it?
happyclappyhippydrippy: (i just wanna polish my sword)

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-02 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
As close to okay as I can be, at least. I was actually about to ask you that, you're the first person I've come across.

[personal profile] beside_myself 2016-08-02 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fuck, this guy is too nice. He's gonna feel guilty if he leaves him to himself.]

No, hang on. I'm bored outta my mind here anyway. Seriously, what's your room number?
cyborged: (→I was brimming with defiance)

throws another metal gear on the pile (cargo bay)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-02 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess so.

[Raiden drops down from up high, landing like he's just hopped down from a low wall. This isn't his assignment, but so far it's the quietest part of the ship, and moreover, now someone's here he can ask about his stuff. It's just a knife, and he still has all his other weapons, but he doesn't exactly know how to go about getting a new one. Especially not with this regime change.]

Don't suppose you've found a bowie knife in all that, have you?
webstilettos: ([Organic] Hiss!)

Blackarachnia | Transformers Animated | OTA

[personal profile] webstilettos 2016-08-02 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
{Fresh from Arrival}

[This was bullshit! And very confusing. One minute she was shielding others over her failed "experiment" exploding, and the next she lands here. Did that mean everyone was safe? Did that mean Optimus and his crew were ok? She then goes deep in thought while the small organic strangers in front of her try to offer her a contract and put a device on her. Normally she would lash out and smack all of them against the wall to make them stop touching her, but she's confused...and now a little scared. So instead of complying, she's going to keep asking questions until SOMEONE tells her what's going on.]

I'm not signing anything until you tell me where Optimus is! You got that?! I don't care if I die if I don't get that device on me, or if I'll be killed if I don't do a stupid chore for you. I need you to tell me what happened to that exploding Wasp idiot who tried taking everyone out!!

{Lights Out, Spider About}

[Well it seems as if whatever was troubling her to not sign it, it's over now, and she is now integrated into this messed up ship. But as soon as that happens, the lights dim, and soon it looks pretty dark within most of her area.

Perfect~

Blackarachnia uses this time to transform into her giant spider-bot body and explore every crevice and surface imaginable, hiding herself from onlookers. But if you see a large spider on the ceiling, floor, outside on the windows, or in random dark hallways, be scared all you want. Just stay out of her way.]
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Daryl Dixon ][ The Walking Dead

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-08-02 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
i. found my way down a hallway with no lights

[Of course Daryl's first assumption is this is some kind of a trick, one last deception-- so much for going home-- but whether he believes it or not, here he is. It all moves too quick-- there's some kind of agreement, and what the hell else is he going to do?-- and then they stick some damn thing on his wrist and leave him to figure the rest out on his own.

He's just getting over the worst of the deer-in-headlights shock when the lights go out. Not out, but close enough after the bright glare of the ship moments before. Throwing himself against the nearest wall-- he was trying to find what they called the Nomo deck-- he takes a moment to survey what he can, let his eyes adjust to the dimmed lights, before moving onward, creeping along the wall with a knife in hand.

This feels pretty familiar, actually. The more things change...]


ii. moving parts || some time later

[Being assigned a job doesn't bother him particularly, though he can tell already he'll miss having the woods to disappear into when he needs-- and the excuse. On paper, mechanic sounds about as good as anything other than what he's used to doing.

But then he heads down to the hold to look at the Moira's vehicles, and realizes how totally out of his depth he is. Right. Outer space. Bound to be more complicated than banging together a scrap bike.

Wandering through, gawking at the small ships and assorted land craft, he tries to come up with a plan of action, but all he can really think of is what the big ship's engine room must look like.]


Wonder if there's a manual....

iii. home, sweet home? || nomo #014, open to roommates or anyone who'd look it up and come visit

[Though he's far from comfortable with the idea of sleeping in a room of strangers, there don't seem to be a lot of options. At least it should be a reasonably secure place to keep his things. Better than lugging it all around as he tries to figure out what he's doing here.

He claims whichever bunk seems unoccupied without complaint, favoring a bottom if he gets a choice in the matter, and stows his pack and extra uniforms before taking a moment to rest, sitting on the edge of the mattress to take a deep breath as he waits to see who else shows up.]


iv. wildcard || choose-your-own adventure

[ hit me up with anything, feel free to hit my plurk, ooc contact, or cr meme with questions. <3 ]
soldiergenes: (i try to keep my conscience clean)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-02 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's more than a little unsettling to have the boy move so close to him, but Snake finally lowers his gun as he studies the gas mask. Other than the mask itself and the floating act, there are a lot of differences between this kid and the member of FOXHOUND Snake had encountered back on Shadow Moses. Mantis had been even more emaciated, completely hairless, and... well, the scarring Snake can't see right now.

He still remembers the story, how he'd burned down his own hometown. If this really is Mantis, chances are that already happened, right?

Snake is so sick of the timeline confusion that the Ingress inflicts on them.

That burst of realization in his mind, followed by the impressions and images, causes Snake to blink rapidly a few times. There's no way he's ever going to get used to this.

The boy's voice is quiet, nothing like the hissing confidence that Snake had once heard in Mantis as he'd displayed his psychic prowess to him. But Snake can't imagine this is anyone else now. ]
Yeah, Liquid's my twin. The other guy, it's... complicated. [ This makes the second person on this ship who Snake eventually kills. Sometimes it's hard not to feel like the Ingress has a vendetta against him specifically. ]
cyborged: (15941423_036)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-02 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh.

[What is he supposed to do about this.]

[Raiden looks around, half tempted to just turn around and go back the way he came, but what if there actually is some situation here? People yelling at ceilings aren't always crazy, just usually.]


Are you okay?
saveyourserpent: (smile)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-02 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. About as ancient as me.

[Liquid's his own kind of monster, he's not going to judge. He'd never abandon Tretij. Even when they'd parted, Liquid had been sure they'd meet again, sure even during the worst torture. And when he died... well, while he doesn't mention it, it's still clear in his mind.]

Nomo, hm? My last room was there. Bathrooms are a bit... not great.

[He can definitely sense the distress in the thought. Living with roommates can't be easy for him, can it?]

Well, I don't know how quiet it'll be with us here, [he gestures to the dog,] but this room's just mine. Here, take a look.

[He gestures for Tretij to follow him as he guides the dog back into the room. It's a normal Moro Deck style room, although he's clearly taken a messy paintbrush to a wall a few times.

There's books on the shelves, a stereo and a cardboard box in a corner, and in the middle of the room, a familiar plastic lawnchair throne. He's obviously proud of the room, having worked his way up the ranks to get it.]
bilology: (pic#10294024)

i saw medbay i'm going for it aaaa

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-02 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( being the new kid on the block is always a little awkward. emily is still finding her footing, though the whole process is made a bit easier with her assignment in medbay. she takes to that sort of thing like a duck to water, even if some of the equipment is unfamiliar looking. new technology is always interesting, but due to a lack of fresh cadavers or patients requiring complex procedures to practice on, she's got to find something else to fill her time with.

sterilizing tools is just as good a time-killer as any. it's probably more of a tech's job, but she's used to doing it herself most of the time anyhow.

she looks right at home as she works, all suited up in strange-looking armor that is not at all out of place in their hyper-futuristic surroundings. whoever's inside there must be friendly, at least, because she takes the interruption in stride and sounds cheerful enough when she speaks.
) No, it's fine! I can multitask! ( oh boy, can she ever. ) What were you assigned?
justice_from_above: (pic#10326678)

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-02 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Armored hug incoming! Which is .. awkward and loud but hey it's Grandpa. While she's confident she could have handled herself here alone, it's comforting to be reunited with her extended family.]

It's good to see you again.
bilology: (Default)

ingress!

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-02 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( did somebody say fake transformers? have another one.

this one is pretty small, only topping out at maybe five and a half feet, but what it lacks in height it apparently makes up for in energy. a flurry of white and purple rushes up to pharah somewhere in the hallway, a hand waving in both a greeting and an attempt to catch her attention.
) Hi, excuse me! ( the voice is clearly feminine and a little too perky for someone who's been essentially kidnapped. ) Yeah, hi. Sorry to just barge up like this, but I saw you a minute ago up there! ( she gestures a hand in the air, referencing pharah's hovering in the previous room. ) What did you see?

[ Garden ]

[personal profile] beside_myself 2016-08-02 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Listen, he's not a tree hugger, okay? But he finds the garden calming (especially after the day he's had) — it's not something he's used to seeing. Trees, that is. Blood Gulch didn't have any. Neither did Outpost-48. It's ... interesting. He can't explain it, all right? Let him live.

So he wanders the garden, even in the dim lighting, and he's surprised to practically walk over someone sitting on the ground. Luckily, he stops before he winds up kicking this person by accident. ]


Uh, dude? Why the fuck are you sitting on the floor?
cyborged: (→To a healthy heart beat)

arrival

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-02 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's pure reflex, the way Raiden shrugs off her hand on his shoulder, almost before she makes contact with him at all. He's pissy, confused, and trying to take some time to get his head together before he starts dealing with his room assignment and work and whatever else-- being touched by a stranger is kind of the last thing he wants right now.]

I'm fine. [He's not, but he'll manage.]

[But-- oh. She's being nice, isn't she? Raiden turns to face her properly. Kind of trying to be nice in return, but he doesn't quite manage to strike that tone.]
Are you okay?

[why are you here helping a bunch of strangers if you just turned up, it's weird]
bilology: (Default)

exploring/observation deck. let's observe newt's reaction to having his beeswax all meddled in

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-02 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, who's Hermann? Must be pretty important if you're putting together an entire comatose journey for them! ( way to eavesdrop, emily!!

look, it's not her fault. she'd been minding her own business just fine, thank you very much, when she'd spotted this guy. ordinarily the dim lighting probably wouldn't have allowed her to see the filth he's covered in, but luckily she still has her armor on and her helmet comes equipped with a nightvision sort of feature. it's pretty handy right about now. she can't tell colors with it too well, sure, but she's pretty sure that's probably blood.

she feels like her assumption that he needs assistance is a pretty good one, especially after she catches him muttering to himself about comas and threatening his own brain.
)
ventifact: theboysareback @ dw (lucky strike)

gardens

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-08-02 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even though she's still recovering from being captured on the slavers' outpost, Rey isn't about to sit in the medbay doing nothing. Idleness just isn't something she can abide. But her body is still in pain, so she figures that maybe sitting down for a spell won't be the end of the world. But she isn't going to do it surrounded by medical equipment and fussy doctors. Instead, she's settled herself in the gardens--and had promptly fallen asleep on the grass.

BB-9 had been keeping watch, and she beeps softly once she notices someone approaching. This is more than enough to wake Rey, who sits bolt-upright at the disturbance. Bleary-eyed, she lays a hand on the staff beside her--before realizing it's just a girl. Who seems to be pulling plants out of the dirt. She cocks her head to the side, squinting.]


What are you doing?
justice_from_above: (pic#10300367)

Re: ingress!

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-02 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pharah is a little startled by the woman's exuberance, but she is eyeing her armor systems with curiosity.]

An awful lot of computers, it seems. [Almost makes her wonder if it's housing for a God AI program, but she really doesn't want to think about that right now. If it is, it'll become apparent pretty quick.]

Are you new here, too?
bilology: (Default)

librarybot incoming

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-02 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( if there's one thing emily hates, it's the feeling of being in the dark.

not literally— her armor allows her to see in the dark just fine for the most part, which is why she opts to keep it on even after she's given a few changes of clothes. with the ship being in a low-power setting now, it only makes sense for her to keep it on. it's more efficient. of course.

totally nothing to do with the fact that it feels safe and familiar.

what she hates is a more metaphorical sense of being in the dark. lacking information. there's so much that she doesn't know about this ship, the people on it, the ingress, what part of the universe she's even in, some of the technology... and when emily grey doesn't know something, she damn well finds out. which brings her to the library. she figures she can start small, maybe brush up on her history as it pertains to this ship. there has to be something useful around here somewhere, right?

step one would be actually finding someone who can point her in the right direction, which is a feat in itself. judging by the stacks of books just laying around, she suspects the library is abandoned, but as she moves around the pile she realizes she's mistaken. there's a tiny body hidden in there. she pauses, figuring this kid is a good a source as any. judging from the amount of books she has spread around herself, she knows her way around.
)

Hey, cutie! ( emily sounds friendly enough. and she supposes a bulky robot-looking thing without a face could be seen as kind of terrifying to a child, so she crouches down a little, making herself seem smaller and less intimidating. ) That's a pretty impressive collection you've got. Do you happen to have any history books in there?
ventifact: merriestchase @ dw (alive tonight)

corridors

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-08-02 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even though Rey isn't exactly pleased about the ship running in low power mode from now on, she can at least understand it. Wasting resources isn't exactly a bright idea, especially when making a long journey across the galaxy. This might mean they had to stop at fewer outposts which is, to be honest, both a blessing and a curse to her. While she wants to see more planets, she isn't exactly looking for another experience like the one she'd just had with the slavers. Her body is still bruised from their rough treatment and her wrists and ankles are still raw from the shackles--but that isn't going to stop her from getting from point A to point B when she has to. Besides, she's brough BB-9 along with her to literally light the way; the droid is, of course, equipped with a flashlight that shines brightly ahead of them as they make their way through the halls.

When they come upon the young man sitting on the floor, Rey stops dead in her tracks. She squints, sure she's never seen him before. Her nose wrinkles as the stench of cigarette smoke suddenly assaults her nose. She's smelled some pretty awful things, from rotting gnaw-jaw meat to spilled satrship fuel, but this is a new one. And it looks like he's putting it into his body.]


What are you doing?

[BB-9 gives a soft beep, almost as if she's echoing the question.]
copycape: (thoughtful)

lights down low

[personal profile] copycape 2016-08-02 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hasn't come across this room before. It's rather stunning in an other-worldly sort of way. Stained glass on all the walls and a ceiling that seems to stretch on forever. It makes no sense whatsoever, but what has since he's arrived here?

Of more concern is the young woman he sees huddled in the corner, hair draped over her eyes. She looks very alone in such a large space. He looks at her and is startled by the unpleasant way something twists in his chest. She looks the way Wanda had looked, imprisoned in the Raft, when he'd been so powerless to help.

At least he is not powerless now.]


Excuse me, Miss. [He strides over to her, very quickly realizing how odd it is to stand over her as he speaks. Slowly, rather awkwardly, he kneels.] Is there anything I can do for you?

Edited (idk what's going on--fixed I hope) 2016-08-02 17:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] influent 2016-08-02 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ eli's twin. eli's twin brother. it's been just he and eli for.. a while now, so the thought of his-- his friend? having a brother makes something twist uncertainly inside him. 'family' has never had positive associations for tretij, and it's never seemed particularly positive for eli, either. this is.. strange.

but more importantly at the moment, eli's brother recognizes tretij somehow.

he nudges at the older man's mind a little more firmly, like a gentle tap asking to be let in. it's surprisingly polite for tretij, who's always used his abilities at the orders of his handlers, and rarely gently. but this place is unsettling for him, and he's overwhelmed and tired and uncomfortable. and.. anyway, this is eli's brother.

he taps a pale finger against his chest to indicate himself, head tilting faintly as he projects overlapping Russian voices: tretij and the third child and number three and tretij rebenok. ]
bilology: (pic#10294021)

oops oops oops

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-02 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
One of the downsides to being sucked through an inter-dimensional portal is losing some of your stuff. That's what she'd been told after she'd asked about her missing medical scanner, and any further questions from there had been brushed off.

Rude.

Maybe it isn't missing. Maybe it has only been separated from her, and with all of the unnecessary items being relocated to the cargo bay, she feels like she may have some luck there. Only problem is, it's a mess. The manifest is useless and the floor itself is cluttered with new items that need to be sorted. The only option she has is to poke around by hand, and after doing exactly that for the better part of an hour, she's feeling pretty done.

Emily snakes her way through vehicles and boxes, pausing as she passes by a junky looking car. There's noise coming from inside, and after a quick look, she finds a guy curled up in the back with music going. Normally she'd probably intrude, but he looks like he wants to be left alone and she's ready to get out of here anyway. She moves on, surprisingly quiet for someone in body armor, and reaches up to grab on to a crate for leverage as she squeezes through two towers of junk.

And she's suddenly not quiet anymore. One of the towers collapses. With it comes all the noise a dozen large metal containers avalanching into the floor and a very annoyed sounding, "Shit!" A beat. "I mean, shoot. Sorry! I guess somebody doesn't know how to stack squares on top of each other!"
justice_from_above: (pic#10326696)

Re: Genji Shimada | Overwatch

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-02 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[The unknown, Genji; it's the best part!

Okay the kidnapping maybe not so much but at least it sounded unintentional.

Pharah is doing her own exploration of the ship. She's already run into a couple friends, so when she sees those familiar green lights in the darkness she can't help but smile.]


Genji? Is that you?