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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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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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[the ingress]
[The variety of sensations that hits most of the crew otherwise feels like nothing to Reaper. The warmth -- that is something he feels, and it wakes him in an unpleasant manner. His fight response triggers, and there is nothing to push back against. So naturally, when the chamber opens to allow his exit, he comes not as a man but in the form wispy black mist.

The mist floats along for a few seconds until it finds a suitable shadow to disappear into. In said shadow, he lurks and waits while his body reforms. Impatience prickles under his skin while he assesses, silver-clawed gauntlets reaching for his shotguns beneath his coat--]

What?

[His voice comes as a startled growl, loud and angry when his fingers close around nothing. Away goes any pretense of stealth tossed away as he rises to full height, graveled voice turning to the nearest person in hopes of grilling them into submission with intimidation alone.

He's a large man covered in thick black body armor, after all. His mask of bone and claws of silver were more than enough to make any civilian uneasy, never mind the ever present snarl in his tone.

Or his general unhinged demeanor.]

Where. Are. My. Shotguns?

[dark]
[The dark makes it easy for Reaper to move, but he had never planned to be cautious. His bootsteps echo down the hall as he goes, echoing the message out of his wrist without paying much mind to it. Perhaps after he had decided his true purpose on the ship, he would consider his options more thoroughly.

For now, he searches for familiar faces. Absent his shotguns, he'll need to find other means to defend himself and other means to kill.

He minds his space and dodges the first three people that he finds in the hall, but by the fourth, he has grown tired of tight maneuvers. Rather than move, he stands as solid as a wall and waits for the other person to realize their error.]

[medbay and beyond]

[After processing and after his wanderings in the dark, Reaper is quick to circle back to the medbay -- not because he is injured or because he is looking to tend to the injured, but to see if he's somehow missed any arrivals he might care about. Circling around hadn't given him much, but he knows plenty of Ex-Overwatch who's attentions would be focused on the wounded, or he advanced equipment.

He stands out in all black and silver, coat brushing heavily against the corners of the various beds and chambers as he moves. Once or twice, he can be found touching something he probably shouldn't be touching, sterile or not. He doesn't look very much unlike a bored child that's wearing an itchy sweater.

And since that's exactly how he feels, he is quick to address anyone who gets close enough to him. He is probably waving some sort of dangerous medical tool in said person's direction.]

Pretty developed for a ship that can't fix a malfunctioning teleporter, don't you think?

[wildcard]
[Have an idea? Hit me! (Gently)]

Edited 2016-08-02 20:04 (UTC)

Genos-san said to ask you about your training.

Um... I don't think anybody is actively looking for you though.

[Settled into her room, changed out of her armor, and now wearing the civilian iteration of her uniform, Pharah is going on round two of her explorations. As she's leaving her room she spots her neighbor coming into his, and she freezes.]

[She's seen the reports, seen those hazy half-focused pictures of the vigilante.]

I know you.

[Know of you, have heard of you, have watched the news vids with a warring sense of justice and order. She was never sure what to make of him; acting for rightesouness but outside the bounds of the law. Facing him, now, she feels all those conflicting emotions rise up again.]

You're 76, aren't you?

He looks over at them and considers it. Most of the computers he's used are desktops and laptops. This doesn't look anything like those, but he's heard about room-sized ones. Though he's pretty sure those are for heavy duty stuff- and considering they're on a spaceship, this might be part of what's controlling it.

"Um... A little bit? I don't work a lot with these kinds of computers."

The wall of lights is definitely impressive. Yori hopes this is closer to what Encom's network looks like from the User side than just the little boxes. Or--well, if it was the little boxes in 1982, surely her home system has upgraded by Rinzler's time frame?

Since she doesn't expect to see home again, it shouldn't matter. Odd how much it does.

"What kind of computers do you work with?" She's just curious, but since neither one of them know anything immediately relevant, easy questions seem best. "And, ah, what year was it, last you remember?" If this place is as variable as the last, Yori has an informal survey to continue.

Oh, huh. That's cool then. [he'll stand up, rolling a shoulder around in a broad circle to stretch it out.]

Are you new or something?

[He nods.]

I just got here today. Um. I think the Ingress was shut down...

"Usually personal computers. Desktops or laptops." He looks at the wall of lights and finds he's really lost. He's not sure anybody in his class would understand this either.

"I was in the twenty first century- but this looks more advanced than anything I'd see at home."

[It'd be pretty ridiculous if a heavily armed cyborg just fell out of nowhere and landed next to Snake casually like that's not a ludicrous amount of space to jump down from, right?]

[Except that's exactly what Raiden's doing. It's not intentional, he's done looking at things on the MID and feels like maybe he should do something else — find his room, maybe — and it just so happens there's someone walking around when he does that. He's ready to just brush whoever off with an apology and go one his way, but then he looks at them and--]

[-- There's a face he didn't expect to see.]

... Snake?

[This isn't how it's supposed to happen, this isn't how he's supposed to see him again.]

[He's startled into a laugh at the first question, and he seems a little more comfortable as they continue talking.]

I specialize in hand to hand at home. I was trying to learn a little more so I could expand it, but I ended up here before I could.

[He could probably pick up some weapon training quickly, but hand to hand is what he's spent most of his time learning.]

That thing busted again, huh? What a heap of junk. [he'll stretch his back out, pounding on it with a few brief bops of his fist.]

You already got my name, who are you?

It didn't look broken, but I don't know a lot about it. Maybe it's part of the power conservation thing.

I'm Midoriya Izuku- or Deku.

Deku, huh? [person who can't do anything....] You don't look like a bum.

[Raiden's giving that dog a wary look, he doesn't want to be caught off guard if it decides it feels like having a tasty metal lunch, but his hands are also as away from his weapons as they can be when you're carrying as many as him.]

Just finding my way around.

☄ sure is dark in here
[Kaz is making the rounds to see which rooms are the most powered down. Making notes on an actual pen and paper tablet so that he can reference it later, what areas are safer or not. Some are more quiet than others. Some... well, he's been warned about the whispers. And after what happened a few weeks ago to him, it's disconcerting.]

[He's catching hints of those very quiet sounds, voices barely heard. He's not been in this part of the ship much.]

[And then he turns a corner, and there's a guy with a gun. Welp.]

[Kaz has plenty of experience with this, and other than a slight twitch of brows over his sunglasses (which he's wearing even in the dark like a true champion), he doesn't react. Just raises his hands (pen in the right glove-hidden prosthetic, tablet in the left) lightly in a surrender position. Then steps back around the corner out of range, ready to duck into real cover if he needs.] Need to confirm you're crew, do you have an MID? [Simple enough question right off the bat for a man patrolling with a gun. There are some, so he assumes. But with the changeover, the Cadacuns, it's hard to say whether the Ingress brought someone or not.]

[He laughs softly. He's had years to get used to it meaning that- but Uraraka told him-]

It gives an "I can do it" feel. It's my hero name.

["Ganbaru deku!"]

Edited 2016-08-02 18:35 (UTC)

It was an old car, but a pretty one. Niko's looked at it sometimes in that way that he used to covet some of the cars he would steal. No need here. But the force of habit remained, noting it was a sturdy auto meant to test the rigors of time endearing him to it. Doesn't surprise him that it was owned by Kobra.

Sometimes alone time in a car was the best time. Hard to say after what happened.

Niko walked over during his break, lightly knocked on Kobra's window with his knuckles, waiting for him to either roll it down or let him speak through the door. "Mind some company?"

After all this bullshit, a lot of people needed it.

[Sounded like a misdirection, to Saitama, he kinda likes it. He benefited from people underestimating him, that's for sure.]

You're a hero, huh? What's your power?

No--

[It comes out sharp, abrupt. Horrified by the offer that makes something twist in his gut in sympathy and worry. He's almost angry, but it's aimed not at Tretij. It's whoever did this to him-- took a child and made them someone who offers themself to be borrowed and used like some kind of tool.]

[More than anything, it makes him sad. There's something so achingly familiar about it, and it makes Raiden wish he could turn back time and undo whatever happened. He gets down on a knee so he can look Tretij in the eyes when he speaks; it might not be what he wants to hear, but Raiden feels a need to make his feelings clear from the offset.]

I'm not gonna... Use you like that. Not ever.

Um- Not yet. I'm a hero in training.

It's strength, speed and agility augmentation.

Oh, cool, that's what I got! Do you train for it?

☄ Med Bay
Come on, tough guy. Settle down and we'll get you out of hear real quick. Gotta make sure you don't have any medical issues we need to work on.

[The woman that walks up to him with a scanner is, most definitely, not human. Her body covered in hexagonal scales, eyes with similarly shaped irises. Reptilian patterns shaped into that hide, though she's not actually a reptile at all.]

[The most confusing thing for a psychic would probably be her brain. Her thoughts are orderly, almost functions more than words or clear ideas. Constantly shuffled, infinitely complex and shifted in and out of areas she's secreted away in her own mind. Both the advantages and pains of being an organic computer.]

So what's your name, or do I get to make up one for you?

[ Wash doesn't see the message over the network. Instead, he just happens to be stepping into the mess not long after it's sent. Really, he shouldn't even be up, should still be in bed resting because he's still in horrendous shape after last month and his body needs all the rest it can get so it can actually heal. He's sick of being immobile, though. Staying in his room, in his bed, it's making him stir-crazy. Surely getting up for a meal can't be the worst thing for him, right?

It wouldn't be if that's what he actually did. And if it weren't for him noticing the giant sitting in the middle of the room, that is what he'd be doing.

What. The hell. Is he doing here? For a long moment, all Wash can do is stare in Maine's direction. Does the Ingress think they don't have enough problems as it is? It felt the need to drag the Meta here? On the plus side, maybe it didn't bring his armour over--it can't have if he's sitting here without it. That gives an advantage, at least, though it's unlikely to be much of one.

He's not even considering the possibility that this could actually be Maine, brought from an earlier time. He's not taking any of his long series of (healing) injuries into account. All Wash is thinking is that this is the Meta. Seemingly fine, brought to the Moira and bound to cause no end of trouble. There's still a deep, burning anger that he holds over the deaths of North, York, and Carolina, as well as for Maine himself--he may not have died physically, but he started to be slowly killed from the moment the Director implanted him with Sigma. These are things that he blames the Meta for, though not as much as he blames the Director. Still, the Meta was the one who directly laid his hands on the people who used to be his friends, making their deaths unarguably his fault.

It's about then that he snaps. Caution and good sense thrown to the wind, Wash heads toward the giant's table, first at a brisk, angry stalk that quickly becomes a run. Lucky for Maine, he's only dressed in civvies and hasn't got his pistol on him like he usually does. He's angry enough to not want to bother going to find one and come back, to instead attack with nothing but his own hands...while his body is in painful shambles. It's not often that Wash's anger gets in the way of his common sense, but when it does, it does so at a spectacularly bad time like this one.

Upon reaching the table, the ex-Freelancer says nothing, instead lunges forward, leaping at Maine with all his strength with the intent to shove him from his seat to the floor. Whether or not all of his weight is even enough to move Maine more than an inch or two remains to be seen. ]

[Lúcio may be disoriented by the darkness of the hallways, but Tarn is rather fond of the new dim lighting. It reminds him of the darkly lit hallways aboard Decepticon Warships and Off-world bases.

Tarn's biolights shine like a beacon for Lúcio to follow.]

I'm fine; It seems like you are the one in need of assistance. A pity that organics are so ill suited to adapting to new environments.

[Thank you very much for going slow right now, Lúcio, because this poor kid would most likely have literally shattered if you'd clipped them. Still being all clear glass (other than the glowing red SOUL still inside their chest), Frisk is able to shed a bit of their own light around...even if the color means things are a bit creepy, and hard to make out.]

[Frisk blinks and stops when the DJ comes skating over, their mouth forming into a surprised 'o' seeing that impressive set of gear he has on. He's a whole light show!]

Oh! No, um, I've been here a while. It's, um. 'S not usually like this...

[They're careful to keep a smile on their face, not wanting to worry someone so new.]

Edited 2016-08-02 18:50 (UTC)

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