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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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whatshimadayou: (grump)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[At least none of them are alone.

That is the cruel truth. He already knows that Genji is here, which means there is no where to go. He will be faced with his handiwork every day here until they are no longer on this ship. After that?

After that, he knows.

Hanzo looks at this woman, and has the nagging sense of familiarity, like he should know something about her. Hanzo frowns a moment before he turns back to look at the stars.]


There is that.

If we must work together, then there is something we can all relate to.
hanzer: (no seriously why do i bother)

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-03 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[A flicker of something passes over Adam's face at "five months"– surprise? Concern? Not that he really expects this to be a day trip, but… What happens back on their own worlds while they're gone? Do they come back at their end of their journey, a Rip Van Winkle, finding that the world has passed them by while they slept?

Adam shakes himself mentally – no point thinking about what he can't affect. What matters is what he knows he can change.]


Everyone I talk to gives the previous captains a hard time. But no one seems to be happy with the new regime, either.

[He tilts his head.] At a certain point, you gotta wonder who it is that's the problem here.

[It's deliberately inflammatory of him to say, and not even something he necessarily believes – but he's hoping to get some honest, choice words from it. Something besides yet another voice caught in this echo chamber.]
sorryitasedyou: (Than the drowning soul I've learned)

[personal profile] sorryitasedyou 2016-08-03 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ If there was one thing Darcy was good at it was making her own fun no matter the situation. Gonna possibly die thanks a metal monster? Find a dog, name it, and rescue it. Gravitational anomalies doing warping things with worlds? Throw shoes in it. So, naturally, this was falling right in line.

Eyes rise up immediately at the voice, offering a soft smile. Recognition would eventually hit, but right now wasn't that moment. It had been awhile since she'd been in history and the lighting isn't exactly great. Besides, the photos in the books definitely don't do her any justice. ]


It's a game from home. Sort of. Have you ever heard of Angry Birds? Throwing birds at evil pigs?

[ She's not one to assume, ok. ]
peacemongering: (Trust me)

[personal profile] peacemongering 2016-08-03 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Alexander made it a point long ago to know when someone was paying a point of interest to him as he moved through his own business. In pretending to need a bit more time to tinker with his MID, he used the opportunity to cast a look to the young man who was clearly observing him. It was a familiar face, but there was not the same strength of presence nor the upright obvious stubborn righteousness.

Interesting. How many 'familiar' faces were there on this rig?

He hid his interest on that very subject as he dropped his MID to his lap and offered a warm smile to the Steve-Rogers-look-alike. The voice was much the same; was this a clone? No, something about different timelines and worlds being breached by the Ingress. It was quite fascinating; Doctor Zola might even have found interest in such a phenomenon.

"Oh yes, exactly as is, young man. With so little in the way of personal belongs, it would be such a shame to waste the memories that they bring." He folded his hands in his lap where he was seated. "Very kind of you to help, son. What's your name so I can give you proper thanks?" And look up information on the look-alike.
procedures: (C21)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
I noticed.

[ Kind of hard not to, given that the lights are a much lower setting than before, but Alva likes it this way. Not that the general drop in overall mood is likable, but the underlying threat of danger is familiar.

He holds up a small paper cup to her, half-full, while holding an aspirin bottle with the same hand. Gloriana could afford to have all their pharma supplies foiled individually, but this ship isn't a clone factory. He doubts new management is interested in spending if the first course of action is rationing everything.
]

Take no more than two, all right? —Oh, I didn't catch your name. Uhm. What do I call you?
mylawn: (pic#10463791)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-03 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Reinhardt is impossible to miss. As soon as that familiar silhouette crosses his field of vision, an icy weight drops in the pit of his stomach, and for a moment he wonders whether or not he's finally gone crazy. He stiffens on the exam table, hands twisting involuntarily into the thin paper beneath him, and he tries not to think about how he's likely been compromised. What kind of forces could have possibly brought the both of them here. What they might want from them. 76 doesn't believe in coincidences anymore.

He's acutely aware of his own breath on the inside of his mask and counts along with inhales and exhales, reminding himself that there's no way Reinhardt will be able to know that it's him.

So he can't believe he's actually thankful for the nagging medbay staff. The poking and prodding isn't an adequate distraction, but it's enough for him to keep from looking over, checking to see if Reinhardt has even acknowledged him yet. In between questions about medical history that he refuses to answer, 76 plots an escape route--hopes that he finishes first and can make a discreet exit.

But he doesn't exactly get the chance, because Reinhardt speaks up after he accidentally lets a particularly disgruntled noise escape him. 76 is silent for a long moment after that, taking in a voice he last heard on television, reciting a eulogy.
]

Didn't ask for your opinion.
Edited (hours later i want to change things) 2016-08-03 07:24 (UTC)
notyetsore: (are you talking to me)

A, HERE WE GO

[personal profile] notyetsore 2016-08-03 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Ginko can handle having less food than before. This is honestly still more than he's used to, what with still having consistent meals.

It had been pretty nice for a while there, but he can't be too surprised that things have changed.

This, however, he can be surprised at. He's not willing to say anything at the time, not with so many people around, but it's only after a few seconds of confused hesitation that he jumps up and scurries after Kaworu.

It's not until they're out of the dining hall, or at least in a less crowded area of it, that he speaks.]


What are you doing?

[His voice holds steady when he speaks up, but it's... very, very quiet. Even more so than before. It's less a question meant to demand an answer than to sort of nudge Kaworu toward providing one, maybe, if he feels like it.]
mylawn: (pic#10463790)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-03 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes him a moment to bite down the adrenaline that keeps him almost constantly on edge, but when his brain catches up with his reflexes, he seems to register that the movement in front of him is a teenage girl. 76 doesn't want to underestimate anyone, of course, especially when he's not really convinced that any given person isn't a threat, but he also kind of has qualms with violence against children. If she provokes something, all bets are off, but for now he lowers his gun.

Slightly. His finger slides off the trigger, indicating that he doesn't intend to shoot. She's just a girl, he tells himself.
]

Yeah, well. Not exactly known for manners.

[Maybe that's a joke?]
ventifact: forcevisions @ dw (ride to california)

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-08-03 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[She'd known they would collide a split second before it would happen, but a small part of her had hoped that he would slow down a little so she could leave first. She's had just about enough of this place for the next several weeks, and doesn't want to spend any more time here than necessary.

But she has no such luck of making a quick escape.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the medical staff slowly but surely backing away from the two of them. Rey is already in a bad mood from having to be here, and it seems they know she's right on the edge of saying something she shouldn't. The staffer who had helped her a moment ago winces as she pushes herself further into the door--her ribs aren't going to like that. But ever stubborn, Rey persists. It would be easier to move, but her nerves are shot and she just wants to leave. Plus, he's sort of insulted her droid, which will not stand.

Hazel eyes narrow and she looks up into what she decides is a stupid and probably unnecessary visor.]


You're in the way.
morethan084: (amused/flirty)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-03 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy smiled tightly, she didn't mean to take it out on him.

She doesn't think much of his directions on the aspirin other than just doing his job. Not that you could really do much with aspirin. Taking two, she dry swallowed them, but did drink the water anyway.]


Thanks.

[She looked around for the garbage, now holding onto the empty cup.]

Oh. Right. Sorry, I'm Daisy.

[She held her hand out to him, smiling more genuinely this time.]

Sorry you had to be dragged into this place now. Probably a lot to take in.
sorryitasedyou: (And I always felt it before)

awwwwww yiss

[personal profile] sorryitasedyou 2016-08-03 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Darcy devotes her attention to something, it tends to be undivided - especially if it directly effects her safety and/or ability to keep doing that living thing that was all the rage. She didn't have Jane or Eric to look to for answers, for a dose of logic to calm the chaos of scenarios running through her mind. One of her greatest strengths and weaknesses - that ability to think outside the box.

Seemed to get her into trouble more often than it got her out.

Her eyes break from the feed, blinking a few times before actually remembering to use her words. He... was not what she was expecting to see. ]
I'm-- I don't know. [ Three of the most terrifying words in the universe. ] Most of my weird days don't start off with being kidnapped and having the ship I landed on being taken over. Or is this normal? Do I just not get out enough anymore? I'll have to take it up with Jane, I guess. If we ever get back home and if she ever comes back from Asgard. It's fine, though, right? They totally wouldn't bring us here only to ditch us? [ And so begins the slight rambles and attempts to keep things light because she's scared. ]
alterplex: (37.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ McCree's gentle Southern drawl settles comfortably, reminiscent of someone Venom knows from his home world. A vague comfort, like a warm desert breeze; it's almost enough for a guy to miss crawling on dust in Afghanistan.

Let it be known here, then, that it's not the attire, nor the demeanor, nor the smile that gets a rise out of Venom. It's the pet name, that darling, which prompts Venom to turn his head to the side, look left-to-right as if he has to confirm that he is, in fact, the one that is being addressed here.

He blinks his single eye, blood-red bionic arm twitching subtly at his side.
]

—You're talking to me. [ Please explain yourself, Jesse McCree. ]
diamondhack: (target locked)

isha devan | oc | open

[personal profile] diamondhack 2016-08-03 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
lights down low

[Funny how little time it took for Isha to reacquaint herself with an old life. Living in less than optimal conditions both out of necessity and out of choice taught her a few things and gave her new instincts to follow. The darkness doesn't scare her. In fact, she embraces it, despite the low levels of, well, everything.

Perhaps she's enjoying it too much. She wears her noise-canceling boots now as she very loudly and obnoxiously slurps a juice pouch. It's the simple things in life. The thief has no trouble walking about as well; her sunglasses have night vision, after all. Q himself gives off a low, serene red light, so as not to strain the eyes in the darkness. Not even he makes much noise.]


This would be a good time for a ghost story, don't you think, Q?

[Q-11, her robotic greyhound, barks quietly in agreement, but feel free to respond, or perhaps to find yourself a little concerned with the odd slurping sound coming from somewhere near you...]

reuse & recycle

This is preposterous.

[Not the lessened luxuries, that she could get used to in due time, even if she hates it. She was a street rat once, and a survivalist. Whatever needs to be done is whatever needs to be done.

But having to get rid of everything she got?

That was preposterous.]


Clothing is not excess!

[But there she is, deftly organizing and reorganizing everything outside of her room. Admittedly, it's a lot. You'll find her trying to sift through things, trying to find this way and that to perhaps hide it somewhere.

Later on, though, she gathers up her entire mess of materials and tools, throws them into boxes and bags, with Q carrying two bags full of more materials. None of that is excess.

And she's going straight to engineering to drop it off, and to medical, too. She's not an idiot. Whatever's considered excess in personal effects couldn't be considered excess if it's sent off to use for the ship, right?

So she hopes, as she huffs her way towards these areas.]


I should've gotten the strength upgrade, Q.

[He simply whines as they press on.]

loitering

[Consider this your wildcard, or simply hang around with Isha and Q-11, who have taken up a post in some slightly higher area, watching everyone make fools of themselves as they scramble in near darkness.]
imaginary_wife: (Layer 6)

[personal profile] imaginary_wife 2016-08-03 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The second she feels the surface thought, it's as if a dozen of the other process shut down and slam into private areas. Locked away hard.]

See we're gonna get personal with the hellos, huh? [She runs the scanner over him. Other than some scarring, he seems pretty healthy. Mostly, probably could use some vitamins.]

"Tretij Rebenok" [She puts that in as his name.]

People would probably take it better if you talk to them but hey, sometimes people gotta live with what they get. Is there any health problems I should pay special attention to? Chronic discomfort of any sort?
onlytwoexpressions: ([Alt mode]BUILT TONKA TOUGH)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Please make sure to buckle up.

[Magnus goes about adjusting his mirrors and checking all of his signals.]

[Which must seem really weird to see all of the mirrors moving of their own accord.]
onlytwoexpressions: (Rodimus stop doing things!)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
We have to go back. We can't just leave them there! We were about to go up against the DJD!
onlytwoexpressions: (My report was deleted :()

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I seem to recall that. Froid showed up shortly thereafter to see you.

[He...doesn't elaborate on that.]

We were marooned there. There was...a mutiny.
onlytwoexpressions: (Lord of Lineface)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
I'm leaving.
onlytwoexpressions: (Is that Powermaster Optimus Prime?)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
It was necessary considering we were about to face down the combined forces of the Decepticon Justice Division and Deathsaurus.
decepticonpeacemaker: ([blank] | Such expression)

[personal profile] decepticonpeacemaker 2016-08-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Having a face that's completely covered has the advantage of hiding the way his mouth pulls into a deep frown at what Magnus says. He wasn't mad at Magnus for it - Megatron had denounced the Decepticons and everything they had worked so hard for. It was a fact. Soundwave just wasn't past the gut reaction of wanting to punch Megatron in the face for it.]

[Thankfully the pause to ensure his voice was even came across more like he was considering. But it didn't take much to put two and two together.]


Set up... The Autobots on your ship? Because they were forced to follow Megatron as their captain, I assume?
flashbanging: can't hold back (can't slow down)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-03 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He raises an eyebrow. His eyes flick from Venom's face to the twitchy arm, and in response he lifts his own metal hand. Same arm. ]

Ain't nobody else around, near as I can tell.

[ Truth be told, his endearments are largely automatic. He grew up talking this way, and more importantly being talked to in this way.

He takes a step closer. ]


Unless you got a mouse in your pocket.
onlytwoexpressions: (That's a terrible idea)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
They weren't forced. They could have easily left of their own accord before we departed Cybertron after the Shockwave incident.

But...our willingness to work with Megatron was a factor, yes...
alterplex: (58.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'Costa Rica'.

Venom's expression turns a touch wry, imperceptible if not for the way his eyepatch moves just slightly at the movement of eye and lips.
]

Fine.

[ Not accusatory, not sarcastic. Just a neutral affirmation, maybe a silent warning that he won't have much meaningful input to give. ]

...ykw let's just make this 50x more awkward than it needs to be | mero deck

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-08-03 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Her voice is one of those things here from the moment it has been attributed to her, it can't be placed on anyone else. It's singular, even a leading question is authoritative, and moreover: it shouldn't be here.

Anakin has to fight back a groan. Half-clothed, this is awkward. Full clothed, it still would be. It's exposing in a way he doesn't want to think about, is firmly not thinking about in front of his daughter, and wanting to check in on her--while a plan he'd had since returning--didn't mean he envisioned anything like this.

He's already edging back toward the door. Why this?]


You can have them if I get to pretend this conversation never happened.
flashbanging: is our claim to fame (six gun sound)

[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oof--

[ The armor is more than a little crushing, and at first he's outright alarmed, struggling in Pharah's grip--til recognition dawns. This is not some stranger accosting him. This is someone he knows, someone he's known since he was a child. Since she, too, was just a little girl. He sucks in air, and it's not just because Pharah's collapsed his lungs. ]

Fareeha--girl, I ain't seen you in a dog's age.

[ He near about sputters this, thumping his chest, trying to restart his circulation. ]

You developed quite a grip between now an' then.

[ He grins. ]

Reckon that armor helps some, though.

[ He hadn't misheard any of her questions. He's just chosen to slide by them, for the moment. ]