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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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arcreact: (tinkering the first)

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[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-03 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
let's just say i'm curious about something
where are you?


[ Not over the MID. ]
seeingscarlet: (snark; 135)

text;

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2016-08-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Figures.]

Come to my office.

[There are old privacy spells on the Safe Space, after all. If you don't want to be overheard, it's probably the place to be.]
alterplex: (12.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's almost funny— hilarious, even— that every time he seems to wake up to some confusing situation, someone will find him and tell him about Kazuhira Miller. The first hurdle, the first subject to address in any given catastrophe. He half-expects Ocelot to ride up to him in a horse and tell him that Miller's been captured by an enemy space colony.

Snake might not expect the reaction that Venom has to this sensible, practical question. In lieu of confusion, or even some strange gesture of relief, Venom almost, almost breathes an exhale. A ghost of a laugh.
]

He's here, huh. [ Following in the age-old tradition of repeating what's already been said, Venom sits back in his chair, idly begins reassembling his rifle. ] —No. But he'll have things to tell me.

[ Read: 'so you don't have to'. He is alarmingly calm about this, if only because his resignation is his constant.

After a beat, he appends:
] Before he can tell me about you, you're free to make your own impression.
alan_1: (seriously dude?)

[personal profile] alan_1 2016-08-03 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Alan shakes his head. “Not a word. As far as I knew, he came here directly from the Grid.” Not that that’s really a surprise at this point. Rinzler doesn’t tend to provide information without prompting and Alan wouldn’t have even thought to ask about something like this.

“I… suppose it’s not any stranger than the current circumstances,” he says, as if he’s trying to convince himself. In theory, if technology like the Ingress exists in one universe, it could exist anywhere. In practice, it’s been hard enough wrapping his head around the fact that programs could be brought out of their systems once without considering that that kind of transfer could have happened before in the past.

“Were there any other programs there besides you two?” If Rinzler and Yori had both come from the same place, it’s possible that more programs from the school could appear on the Moira as well. Or that they had already had...
warandpeace: (Iт'ѕ α qυeѕтιoɴ oғ тrυѕт)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-08-03 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
No. I talk to them all the time. There shouldn't be any trouble. And to be honest, things like this happen so often people barely react anymore. The way I've described "Snake" is that it acts like a military covert surname, identifying a set of skills.

So when people react to their being different Snakes, it's more like you're in the same family of specialists.

[Most people seemed to understand it that way.]

I have a friend, Jim Barnes. An alternate version of himself is here. There have been several multiples. No one should react.

[When the world gets complicated, people start accepting it as generally weird and move on.]

What else can I help you with. [Give him things to do, something to explain so he feels helpful.]
heisenbitch: (💊 uneasy)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's such a... weirdly mundane response. To Jesse, anyway. Considering how not mundane this whole situation is. So not something he expects a freakin' half-android looking guy to say, either. It's as out of place as that pink apron with the cutesy running egg is on the dude.

But... okay, then. Another quick guarded up and down look at the droid guy before he's casting a glance around his surroundings that's a lot more nervous looking than Jesse realises. ]


So, uh. What's the deal with this place? It's like... all Fifth Element shit all up in here.
two_jedi_sticks: (cute)

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-08-03 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a bit young for a sonic screwdriver. And a bit young to mix one."

When your dad and his friends are scoundrels and former smugglers (usually former), you get exposed to things like popular drink names. Her expression is half-distracted, but she'll spare Clara a helpless smile and shrug. Jaina does still have a saber hanging from her jumpsuit's belt, and after a generation of such items being an exotic antiquity she's heard some people will mistake one for a tool. But unfortunately, she's lacking tools, one of her biggest complaints with getting transported to a ship that she's agreed to join and help.

"Apparently, my multi-tool was lost on the way here." That beat-up old thing had gotten her through more scrapes than a teenager has any right getting herself into. Positive thinking, though. A Jedi shouldn't sulk. "We'll have to requisition a fresh kit, I guess."
hanzer: (no forreal fuck off macready)

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-03 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
["I could use directions to the nearest bottle of scotch" is what he wants to say. What comes out is:] That sounds... Great.

[But as mentally exhausted as he is, that doesn't end up nearly as convincing as he'd like it to be. Normally he wouldn't even bother trying, but– he can see that Lúcio is. Why keep pushing people away if it just ended up getting him killed – again – anyway?

He nods, as if to convince himself of something.]
Yeah. Why not?

[At the very least, it'd be a much-needed change of scenery.]
yorisearching: (glance)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-03 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"My home was 1982," Yori admits, "and also not much like this." It's hard to explain the part where home was inside a computer, and Yori isn't sure that is safe to make public.

Personal computers; she hopes the Users involved took good care of their programs, but at this distance there's really no way to tell. "What do you like to do at home?" she asks the small User instead.
flashbanging: you will never love me again (and if you don't love me now)

nomo 22

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-03 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are a few things McCree's looking to accomplish today, but sudden electrocution is not on the god damn list. He pauses on the threshold, one boot in the room, one boot out, and raises both (flesh and bionic) hands. ]

Whoa, there, partner. I ain't got no quarrel with you. I'm just tryin' to get settled. How's about you turn off that light show you got goin' on and we can talk civilly?
alterplex: (52.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Neither 76's equipment nor attire faze Venom all too much, though he will note that the fancy visor and his gun both look quite advanced. Well beyond Venom's time, because Venom is an 80s guy and unironically listens to 80s music on a cassette player strapped at his hip.

He turns his head at the question. Unhelpfully, he just stands there and watches as his dog tries to put its face on his new roommate's knee.
]

Yeah. [ oh my god V use your words ] —That gonna be a problem?

[ Despite the vocabulary he uses, despite how the words are arranged, this is Not a Challenge; Venom's tone is so laughably mild that he might as well be asking if 76 wants the top or bottom bunk, instead of asking if it's ok to keep a huge wolfdog in a 4-person room. ]
heisenbitch: (💊 death)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, well, Jesse hears the person's footsteps coming and sees their silhouette approaching down the hallway, but do you think he's gonna venture conversation? Hell, no. All he's seen so far is giant ass robots and scary looking dudes with scarred up faces and half-android freaks with gold glowing eyes, so there's no way in hell he's going to talk to whatever weirdo this is heading down the hall towards him. He's sitting on the floor, back against the wall with his knees drawn up to his chest, aching all over so badly that he barely has the energy to keep standing. He nervously takes another drag of his smoke while cautiously eyeing the approaching person out of the corner of his good eye.

God, they're not even looking where they're going because they're approaching waaay too close. Jesus, just don't make eye contact, okay? Just... look away, keep smoking, pretend you're not here--

The person - or possibly robot, or possibly a freakin' alien for all Jesse knows - tripping over his foot startles the hell out of him. He looks up from where he's sitting with a snap of his head, and before allowing himself time to think, he snaps in a hard but shaky, shrill voice: ]


Jesus, watch where you're going, yo!
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (pchooo)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-03 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[okay, he's not that naive.]

There's a bar there, too.

[he just wasn't sure if that was a good thing to immediately leap to.]

And it's not far! Double whammy.
dancingblade: (04)

Cargo Bay

[personal profile] dancingblade 2016-08-03 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[she cannot say that the change in leadership bothers her too much; there was logic in their previous captains handing over control to what appears to be the original captain, though the suspicion of the crew at such a gesture is also sensible. But judging the actions of others was not Fi's task and so... She's taken to circling around the ship. To someone else, she might appear to restless.

For her, she's simply trying to figure out how many people were aboard this vessel now and if any required help. Humans and dim lights were never a particularly good combination after all--]


...

[she hadn't expected someone to be going through the many items that had been moved to the Cargo Bay though. It's someone new; she doesn't recognize the man's aura at all. On the plus side; she has no items to root through or discard]

It would appear that the supplies we are carrying have increased. [comes a soft voice from above Jensen's location. She flutters down quietly after 'announcing' her presence] Will you be re-organizing everything alone?
saveyourserpent: (look)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-03 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He can be civil now, yeah, especially when he has to be. While the years haven't exactly taken away his combative instinct, nothing could ever completely do that, at least he's sort of learned how to behave. When he has to.]

Runs in the family. Someone probably would've foisted it upon me no matter what. But, you know what, it's got a nice ring to it.

[And he'd done enough to get 'Eli' reasonably buried, which is a nice bonus.]

It's served me well, I suppose.
two_jedi_sticks: (Default)

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-08-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Anything Leia does can't be hesitant in her daughter's eyes. This is a woman who can overthrow an empire and wrangle a fractured galactic government. If she takes her time, it must be poise, right? Something like that.

Well, Jaina will do her best with what she's got. Hands plant on her hips and tilts her head to look up at her mother as she approaches, considering a hug doesn't seem entirely appropriate just yet.

"I'm Jaina." A pause, and she barely refrains from biting her lip. How much does she say without it being dumping too big a surprise on Leia? "I've been training with Uncle Luke, so when all this came up, I thought I'd sign a contract with the ship. A Jedi has a duty to help, right?"
happyclappyhippydrippy: (man all them dead people)

but for me, it was only tuesday

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-03 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Drift stares for a couple moments, like he's having the hardest time wrapping his head around everything. He kind of is. Riptide makes a good point, but Drift doesn't think that everyone else would have lied about him being part of the mutiny. Like sure, a lot had happened between now and then, but he didn't think he was remembering wrong. Right?

He had no idea. All he was sure about was that he was confused, angry, and exhausted, and it was all hitting him all at once. He backs away from Riptide again, a bit unsteady as he leans against the wall and slides to the floor, rubbing at his face why is today so awful. Give him a minute, he's collecting himself. Probably.]
happyclappyhippydrippy: (but what IS the one piece)

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-03 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure the whole exploring thing would be a little easier of the lights were up.

[He just stares up at the shitty dim lights. Man this ship sucks.]

I think we got here at a weird time.
heisenbitch: (⓪④⓪)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh shit, someone speaking suddenly behind him has Jesse darting a startled, wild-eyed look quickly towards the British-sounding voice. And it's... an actual normal looking person. An actual human being. Looks like a human being, anyway, though who the hell knows with how much weird shit is on this spaceship.

He stares at her as she steps up beside him, swallows quickly while trying to will his racing heart to settle back down, and turns his attention back to the huge gaping blackness out beyond the window with barely contained shakiness. ]


Yeah. Yeah, yeah, totally.

[ Trying to appear calm. Sounding way too on edge, though. He edges another cautiously curious sidelong glance at the woman with his good eye. Winds up staring at her again. Just... staring. ]
saveyourserpent: (point)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-03 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Rumor has it. I haven't seen them myself, and they've never seemed like enough of an actual threat to investigate, but you never know.

[Sorry, buddy, the tease is all you get. He looks over at his dog.]

Not this dog. He's normal.

[As normal as the puppy of a pregnant dog that came through the Ingress can be anyway.]
bosswald: (Default)

[personal profile] bosswald 2016-08-03 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Clara a second to realize that the girl's talking about drinks. Once she does though, she cracks a slight smile and laughs, shaking her head to say that she doesn't understand. The more the girl talks though, the more it sounds as if she might be from the same planet the Doctor's from, which makes her insanely curious about figuring out the mystery of where this girl is from.

A quick look over provides her with another clue, something attached to her belt that looks remarkably like the lightsabers she's seen many times since her arrival here. She wonders if maybe she's connected to Anakin or Kylo, but doesn't ask that outright. It's the kind of question that might make a kid want to turn and run.

"You sound like someone I know," she admits instead, her smile becoming a little more warm. "You don't happen to know a man called the Doctor, do you? He's the one who taught me about...well, sonic everything."
asafepairofhands: (something borrowed)

RATCHET | TRANSFORMERS (IDW G1) | OTA

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-03 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ratchet is not happy to wake up from cryo, to say the least. He feels disoriented and strange, but the first thing he does is pop his chassis to check his spark chamber--all there, hale and whole (or as whole as it was before), and not made out of glass, thank you very much.

He closes back up self-consciously and frowns down at his hands. They're red all the way through, no hint of blue paint under the pits and scars from heavy, heavy use--he knows these hands and a cold thrill of real terror detonates in his tanks to spread through his lines like icewater before he quashes it firmly. His hands feel fine. If this place can bring him back from the dead, he doubts it's above messing with him.

He drags his optics firmly away from the ends of his wrists and busies himself with his MID, then in the medibay, then in his room, trying to catch up on what he missed while he was temporarily deceased.
Edited 2016-08-03 01:39 (UTC)
webstilettos: ([Spider] Huh?)

[personal profile] webstilettos 2016-08-03 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Aaaaand she realizes what kind of door that is, so while he enters the code, she makes some webbing and sticks it along his back, trying to pull him towards her.]
mttbrandlegs: <user name=xamag-undertale site=tumblr.com> (100)

[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Mettaton had been distracted properly storing the extra mics and cameras away. The Hub gets use, but not as much as he'd like, so he doesn't want to leave things thrown around. Video and audio equipment is pricey.

He turns when he hears someone speak, and his expression picks up a little as he gives a short wave. Maybe he shouldn't have packed it all away, here's someone ready to make use of the resources already!]


Hello, sweetheart!! Do you need any help? You're free to do any setting up you like; I imagine you've gotten a fun job if you're here~!

[Hmm~ What an interesting human, he hasn't seen someone with such eclectic wardrobe in a while. He doesn't count, thanks.]
alterplex: (76.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's one way to get things done, Venom supposes.

He almost levels Adam with one of those patented Dad Looks, the one that says 'son, that thing probably cost someone some amount of money' (the side effects of military frugality), but it comes and goes. It's not as if he particularly enjoyed having to converse over some Sick Magical Girl Tunez.

He even breathes a quiet exhale for Adam's trouble. Some permutation of a chuckle from a past life.
]

Guessing you're going to get tired of this pretty fast.

[ Thank you, Venom Snake, purveyor of infinite wisdom. He's attempting to keep it light, though, for the sake of Adam's sanity and for some sense of empathy in a situation where nothing makes sense and their autonomy's been robbed unceremoniously. If nothing else, they're all in this together.

Venom politely refrains from touching anything else that might make noise.
]

If you're not tired of it already.