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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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two_jedi_sticks: (peek)

Rationing Blues

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-08-02 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jaina didn't think the meal was as good as she'd usually get, but she hasn't seen what was served on the ship before, so when she takes her plate it doesn't seem that disappointing, even if the food is a touch sad looking. It's still better than eating fungus in a cave.

The power of positive thinking.

Still, she's only slightly surprised when the girl ahead of her swears and rails against it.]


It's the same food, right? Just rationed.
influent: (people say i'm no good)

[personal profile] influent 2016-08-02 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he nearly starts flinging things at the stranger trying to take his mask, but the voice and approach of someone new makes him pause. there's a brief, uncertain moment, and with another hiss, he telekinetically pushes the first person away. this second one.. she's different. her mind is orderly, inhuman, and it doesn't press so against his own. that alone would ease some of his defensiveness, and slowly, everything he'd picked up begins to lower once more, settling carefully in their original positions.

still, he lifts his hands to his mask, fingers curling against the straps, pale eyes narrowing behind the lenses. it's a very clear message: don't touch.

to respond to the question, he projects voices, overlapping with one another: tretij and number three, and the third child. finally, a single voice, a man's: tretij rebenok. he lifts a hand to tap his chest, indicating himself, and his own psychic 'voice' follows a moment later, faint and uncertain.

tretij. ]
justice_from_above: (pic#10326695)

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-02 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't get too complacent; when they have a mind to it, computers can be very dangerous.

[Oh she knows this, she knows this so well.]

[ahem.]


It is. [Pharah frowns. There was a thrill to it, but she recognized there was an inherent danger in it as well - that's the part her mother was more concerned with.] How long have you been here?

[She's assuming not much longer than herself, so any mutual information they might share wouldn't exactly be groundbreaking. Still, it doesn't hurt to check.]
alterplex: (22.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-02 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Venom sizes up his new conversation partner, and comes to largely the same conclusion he'd come to when he'd seen his own job assignment: 'the Captains are incompetent at assigning people to tasks'. For all their talk of efficiency and pragmatism, Venom doubts that they know what those concepts mean if they're going to put someone like this in the cargo bay.

(He himself's been designated as a veterinary assistant, so. Thanks, Moira.)

Not much for idle conversation, he nods and takes a precursory look through the piles of... whatever all of this stuff is. Mechanical joints curl deftly around something that looks like a karaoke microphone, which he accidentally triggers into playing a loud, midi-esque version of the Sailor Moon song.

Well, that's. Okay.
]

You need a better job. [ He concludes, frowning as he tries to find out how to... shut this thing up. God, it's autoreplaying, what the hell. ]
two_jedi_sticks: (Default)

Medbay

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-08-02 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[When you're a Solo, you know what a set of power armor looks like. There's a particular bounty hunter who tends to rain on the parade, after all. But...the suit piled at Reinhardt's feet looks to Jaina like it'd put make that famous Mandalorian armor seem...inadequate.

Medbays are, sadly, not strange to her anymore. She's comfortable checking out the armor while some piece of equipment measures her vitals, and when Reinhardt speaks up, it earns a lopsided grin. She'll even give him her best firm handshake, though the hero dwarfs her in size even without the armor.]


Jaina Solo. Nice to meet you!

I'm guessing this is your first time off-planet?
copycape: (shock)

[personal profile] copycape 2016-08-02 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Certainl--

[Vision raises his hand briefly in return, intending to bring his attention back to the view. But instantly his eyes stick to this new arrival, whose distinct appearance peaks his interest. He wants to ask, very suddenly, several things at once. The words threaten to jump from his throat before he stops them. Introductions first. Most people seem to appreciate that.]

My name is Vision. I've only just arrived, I'm afraid. A pleasure to meet you. [He holds out his hand. It seems as appropriate as anything in these circumstances.]
psychobabblery: (Default)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-02 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[. . . what?] Not even one, huh?

Applied Nuclear Physician. [She's full of it, it's really assistant tailor, but, well, sometimes in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to mess with the new kid.]
gainedlove: (* Terrorize)

ii

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-08-02 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clementine is pretty alarming in appearance herself, what with all the blood and grime and looking like she just survived some Bad Times, but it's probably equally alarming to her to see what looks like a child made of glass with a red light in their chest come running up to her.]

Oh no, oh no, a-are you hurt? What happened?!

[Just, uh, maybe not with the guns? Frisk has had more than enough of those lately.]
psychobabblery: (always look on the bright side)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-02 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[See, now she's getting it. If there's nobody else around, she'll be sitting down at the table right about now.]

Their next choice? Break out the hamster wheels.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (:))

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Really?

[it seems like he buys it.]

A prodigy, huh? Cool beans! I'm on radio. You wanna come and do a guest segment on that stuff?
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (pure sound)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It's okay, man! It's okay!

[he's still panicking, but not shooting anymore.]

Just. Really big!
iseedeadbees: (god now what is it)

ORDERRRR and after Magnus chats up other Starscream HEYOOOOOOO

[personal profile] iseedeadbees 2016-08-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Welcome to Starscream's room, Mags. He's got his door open and half his room flipped upsidefuckindown because he's been frantically searching for SOMETHING that he seems to have misplaced. Gee what could it be. He's not really wasting energy aside from his own, but he sure is making a lot of noise. In his defense, he thought he'd closed the door. But whatever.

His back is to the door at first, he's on all fours on the floor and looking under a piece of furniture. When he hears Magnus, he half yelps, bashes his head on whatever he was looking under, and finally leaps to his feet, staring dumbfoundedly at the even bigger Ultra Magnus holy christ. He literally just stares for a moment, y'know like someone who totally didn't get caught doing something that might be shady.]


Ultra Magnus?

...So. Is it just me, or has your head gotten a lot bigger?

[DEFLECTING]
hanzer: (no seriously why do i bother)

i have enough of them to build a metal gear of my own now!

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite himself, Adam jerks his head around at the sudden appearance of... Someone who looks to be even more augged up than he is. Ogre is what comes to mind – illegal in his world outside of national armed forces and sanctioned PMCs, ogres were so extensively modified that the UN classified them as lethal weapons rather than people.

But if this guy's an ogre, he's a little on the small side. No less capable, though– not the way he'd managed to escape his attention so completely. There's a conflicted mix of wariness and interest in the way Adam holds himself as he turns away from the assorted stuff in front of him to face the cyborg.]


Depends on how generous your definition of a bowie knife is. [He's only sort of being flippant. Adam gestures at a pile of sharp objects that may or may not be intended as knifes; after minutes of careful deliberation earlier, he'd decided that only their creator knew the answer to that question.]
psychobabblery: (sometimes a cigar isn't a cigar)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, yes, because locking the door and throwing away the key would absolutely not leave them with, say, any sort of grudge. That'd be ridiculous. Never happened once in the history of the field. Mind you, there's not very much history to go off here, unless you count the gibbering husks left behind.

Rose? Ain't gonna be no husk.]


They do seem very worrisome. I certainly can't blame you.
bilology: (pic#10294024)

slams hands down on medbay prompt

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-02 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( know who isn't afraid of a hulking, grumpy man in intimidating body armor? someone who has armor of their own. emily's not even half as impressive in stature as this guy, but she looks well protected, and she apparently feels that way too if the way she marches right on up to him is any indication. at first she'd thought he was another physician or a tech. the more she watches him, though, the less convinced she is of that. all she's seen him do is sulk around and touch things.

which means he's probably not even supposed to be here, and yet here he is, handling the damn tools. most certainly ones she'd just cleaned herself. that just will not do.
)

Well, unless you plan on fixing it yourself with that catheter, you'd better put it down. ( is it really some kind of super-futuristic space catheter? is she lying? nobody knows. she reaches out a hand, palm open and waiting, the other perched sternly at her hip. ) Give it.
heisenbitch: (💊 cornered)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-02 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Is this guy for real? ]

Sarcasm, yo.

[ Still trying so hard to sound like he's not freaking out, but there's a shrill edge to his voice.

And then it dawns on him, belatedly because of how much he is actually freaking out: the car window isn't wound down. Because, like, a voice that loud and clear would have to come from inside the car, right? Except the freakin' window isn't down. So, where the hell is that voice coming from? Some loudspeaker or something? Except Jesse can't seem to find anything like that from his vantage point.

Which is when the door pops open and--

There ain't any dude in there. Just an empty freakin' car.

Which has Jesse's good eye widening again. He flattens himself against the wall. Oh my god, it's like... it's like a freakin' ghost car or something?! ]


Dude, yo, what the fuck--!
hopeslastreward: (Neutral ☆)

C

[personal profile] hopeslastreward 2016-08-02 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[If Valarie can pull his attention away from the riveting depictions of ocular glands for a few seconds, he might notice another person casually standing by and reading the stacked titles on the table. Komaeda has a great interest in reading, but not right now. He's more interested in the person holding the books. This guy looks like he can also appreciate a nice, dry tome... and, well, Komaeda just wants to talk to someone, now that he's in a place where everyone doesn't uncomfortably skittle out of any room he enters.]

Hey. Excuse me. ...Are you a medical student? An artist?

[Most other people wouldn't be reading a book like that.]
psychobabblery: (always look on the bright side)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-02 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[By all means, eyepatch wearing bearded guy.]

Many things. Reading, writing, arithmetic, for a start. And I've been known to dabble in psychology from time to time. But no. Knit one cozy for your laptop and it's a career in sewing for you.
cockade: (Expliquer)

wub wub wub wub

[personal profile] cockade 2016-08-02 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's nice to see that not all the new arrivals are so skittish or hostile- though Arno can't really blame them for being so. Even with signing the contract, it's not hard to tell people are still frustrated. Lúcio's offer comes to Arno as a surprise, using his own Eagle Vision to see the hallways easier and watch out for other people.]

Merci- and I think they know, honestly. The problem is that they may not care. [He pauses as Lúcio approaches him, brow raising just slightly as he gestures widely.] What I'm curious about is to why. It's almost as if we're preparing for something.
happyclappyhippydrippy: (beat it shit head)

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-02 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[well good lets shoot less.]

You're not hurt, are you?
beautifulspaceraptor: (contemplative)

CORRIDORS

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-08-02 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Considering the hallways were big enough for a Cybertronian truck-former to drive through, the fact that one human could take up so much of it was pretty impressive- even taking into account the fact that he was an unusually large one.

Nihlus makes his way through the various bits of armor strewn across his path, taking care not to step on anything. Now and again, he pauses to curiously inspect a piece though, mentally comparing it with some of the armor he's seen over the past five months working onboard the ship. Some of the design elements were familiar, although he can't quite place where from just yet.

He's in the middle of eying a gauntlet when Maine shines a light at him.

Other than a slight, curious tilt of his head and his pupils contracting against the harsh glow though, the Turian doesn't seem to be too worried about being caught snooping.

There's a brief pause, mandibles tapping thoughtfully against jaw. Then... ]


... Need someone to hold the light?
Edited 2016-08-02 23:00 (UTC)
poolhall_killer: (pensive)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-02 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been well, I suppose. It's a little difficult to do my assigned job with so little light.

[The job itself is a different level of annoyance.]

Had I been more versed in fire magic, it might have temporarily solved a couple of issues.

[Like the lack of hot water in the shower.]
knaval: (to drown in crying eyes)

[personal profile] knaval 2016-08-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The Ingress. Same as you.

...

Uh. You were told? By who?
cyborged: (15941423_008)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think you're a monster. And I'm not going to ask you to kill for me.

[Raiden shakes his head — maybe he can choose, but it's still not the same as being your own person. There's nothing he can think of that'll budge him on this.]
psychobabblery: (information desk)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-02 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
So they're branching out into propaganda, I see. Well, I'd be glad to help, but...

[Wait a second.]

Oh, what the hell. Let's do this.