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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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"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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[Being placed in Moro #1, it wasn't uncommon for Genos to be in the hallway where people might encounter him. At the moment, he's got a pink apron with a cartoony running egg on it (as in literally running with little egg legs) and a broom and dustpan. The unfriendly expression is a rather silly mismatch to his domestic appearance at the moment.]

Which hallway, and which room number?

i. post-medbay // moro deck

[ Spock is no stranger to the effects of transporters and generally his equilibrium is unaffected. But he’s coming from a recent blood transfusion and a fairly tense situation, so a little stumbling is understandable, especially when combined with a completely unfamiliar sight.

He listens to the explanation and signs the contract, though he is loathe to do so without actual, concrete evidence first. But if it is his only option to return to his own world, then it is necessary. And really, he wants out of medbay, never his favorite place to spend time.

Eventually, freedom is granted, and he makes his way to the barracks. Not that he has any intention of setting down his belongings, but it is a logical starting point for explorations. ]

ii. exploring // the lights down low

[ After the barracks, everything they can access is fair game to Spock. It is best to learn one’s current surroundings; better to be caught unawares by individuals or their actions than random locations. Besides, learning the ship means he can discover potential hiding spots, plot efficient routes between various locations, gauge the resources the ship does have, and understand this a little better.

He possible looks a little ridiculous, wandering around the dimly lit ship with a tricorder in hand, looking between his surroundings and the readings on the machine. Nothing really makes him blink in confusion or frown, but slight twitches cross his face every now and then. ]

iii. wildcard

[ Spock will be all over, so anything goes. ]

Edited 2016-08-01 19:24 (UTC)

[Eight feet tall is still giant when it comes to people. He's seen huge people before, but he's never seen a giant robot.

So please excuse him if his eyes widen and he has to stammer a bit before replying.]

Um- I'm- I'm new. Yes, I came through the- the Ingress...

Thank you.

[He looks over at the lights and frowns.]

Has it ever happened before?

[Just because it's not normal doesn't mean it's never happened.]

The Ingress shut down once before, but the effects were mildly different. I do not know if it is the main power source or a supporting engine that's compromised.

What exactly happened last time?

"Thank you." The other place was definitely not safe and there's no way of knowing how safe this ship is, but Yori appreciates the sympathy. "I'm pleased to meet you, too." Her use of honorifics always got her strange looks from young Users, even when she'd used them according to the definitions that had been automatically uploaded in Inugami. Best avoided.

She looks around at the lights and the platform. Two confused people. If more arrive it will only add to the confusion. "Should we move out of the way and see if anyone knows more?" Yori suggests.

[You're not supposed to cook, at least not as far as Genos has ever heard, but there's a pleasant smell coming from the kitchen. To help the ship conserve fuel, the cyborg is using the flamethrower in his palm to heat a pan of stir-fry. Smells great, at least! But with the black sclera and clearly entirely metal body, most people aren't gonna mess with Genos...]

[He's never liked dealing with psychics, and he immediately recoils when he feels the ping. Raiden's had his head messed with enough, last thing he needs is some psychic rooting around in there, looking for whatever.]

[But then he sees that it's a child, and his posture relaxes. Internal walls coming down at lease enough for easy communication. It's not that he doesn't know kids can be dangerous — god does he know how deadly a child can be — but he's not about to fight a startled child for asking a question.]

Sorry. [He puts his hands up to try and express that he's not a threat.] Didn't think there was anyone through here.

...Yeeaaaaah.

[HE GOT THAT, THANKS.]

You don't wanna find out why, at all?

» CARGO BAY

[Jesus. Not more than a few hours pass since they stick him on cargo bay duty, when this happens? With dozens upon dozens of the crew's confiscated items spilling everywhere, the damn hangar looks like several pawn shops exploded in it.]

We're supposed to organize all of this? [Muttered aloud to no one in particular, his rasp is only barely audible over the ever-present background noise of grinding machinery. He gets the new Captain's need to get rid of "useless clutter" – sees that attitude whenever there's a change of management anywhere – but really? Adam has a hard enough time keeping his own shit organized as it is.

That said, there's a certain itch that can only be scratched by getting to go through a bunch of strangers' things – this sometimes overwhelming curiosity (some would say "nosiness") of his that he really only ever half-tries to keep curtailed. It's an instinct that's always served him well, so why try? So while Adam takes up the long process of getting all these new entries into inventory sorted out, he spends maybe a bit longer on each piece than he really needs to – taking the time to suss out an item's function, or flip through a book, or simply wonder at what significance something could possibly have that motivated its owner to hang on to it for this long.

The next time someone comes on into the cargo bay, he might be handling one of their things, too!]

» MERO DECK/HALLWAYS

[It happens the moment the water in the shower unexpectedly turns from hot to frigid: sudden clarity, a sharpening of a vague half-memory that had been all he could recall from his time just before coming through the Ingress. Icy salt water filling his throat and lungs, the weight of his metal limbs dragging him downwards into dark depths. Distant screams of the mad and the dying, the shriek of metal bent and twisted beyond its limits. The torrential rush of water in his ears, a climbing pressure that threatens to crush him beyond recognition–

Gasping, he tears himself out of the showers and snatches up a towel, the water automatically shutting itself off when he doesn't bother to. Heart hammering in his chest, he barely notices the softly-blinking warning icons along the sides of his vision – concerned messages from his health implants – while he goes about finding his foundation again. Adam wills his breathing steadier, and beat by beat the pounding sound of his own pulse in his skull slowly fades from his hearing. Swallowing hard, he dries himself off, throws on a uniform, and stumbles out of the housing deck and into the darkened hallways.

The dim lighting out here's a comfort, calming in contrast to the stark white of Mero Deck. He catches a glimpse of himself in a window and pauses to look – prosthetic eyes peer back at him, framed by the black twin commas of his eye shield implants. They look... Haunted, uncomfortable to be set in the hard angles of his face. He'd never thought that anything artificial could look so strained. Vaguely, he tries to remember the last time he'd had a real good look at himself. Weeks, months ago? He's not sure if the Adam from back then would recognize himself. There's a disconnect when he looks at himself now that leaves him uneasy.]

I should be dead. [The sudden thought's too sharp, too honed to a point for it not to pierce his consciousness and spill out his mouth before he can even realize he's saying it aloud. Or before he can realize there's anyone around to hear.]

» WILDCARD

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Edited (subject line UUUGH) 2016-08-01 19:42 (UTC)

[Moro #1 happens to be Genos' room, so the hallway is fairly frequently trafficked by the cyborg. Jessie might hear heavy clunking metal before he turns and sees a guy with metal arms, a black synthetic neck, black and gold eyes, and a cute pink apron with a running egg (a visual pun, since it's an egg with legs).]

You're in the way.

[He's apparently carrying a full trash bag.]

[When Fatima's feeling nervous or agitated, throwing herself into work is usually her immediate response. And whether that work is killing vampires or studying for a mission or--as in now--working in the garden, she doesn't do it by halves.

It's the state of the Moira in particular that leads to excessive pruning and fiddling with the nutrient baths today. She has a hard time with change in the multiverse. It makes her think too much about Zelien and people she'd be healthier to forget.

As she walks down one of the planter banks, liberally spraying the seedlings with her latest solution, she hears the hum of the tricorder and looks up.

...okay then. Who let the extras from Lord of the Rings on board?]

Sir? Are you...lost?

[Genos has been hanging around and monitoring newcomers to see who might need the aid of a cybernetics technician in the future. When he's accosted with rudeness, he responds in kind with a nasty glare, arms folded across his chest stubbornly.]

Not all of your things travel with you across dimensions. Make due with it.

[Genos only notices him a few times, and the first couple of times are from across a hall and when Genos is already busy. However, he notices that bionic arm, his scanners pick it up, so eventually Genos simply approaches him.]

You're a newcomer.

[His tone is terse, but could probably be worse... McCree didn't appear to be a fully mechanical cyborg, so it didn't set Genos on edge. Still, Genos has a bad case of resting bitchface.]

[Another person with cybernetics, which means another person that Genos approaches to introduce himself. He's glowing in the darkness, a soft orange shining from his chest vents, surprisingly helpful for illumination.]

You there. You have inorganic parts, right?

[ he hadn't meant to startle tretij, and that goes a long way toward making the boy's defensiveness melt away. while it's true that he's still a strange adult, he's.. interesting. barely human any longer, and that automatically makes him about a hundred times better than most people in tretij's mind. he hadn't done that to himself, after all.. right? so someone had made him like that. and while that doesn't necessarily mean he isn't as awful as most of the adults in tretij's life have been, there's still something about him that feels a little familiar, almost.

had he fought at first? or had he wanted to be changed like that? did he even know it was happening?

he shifts a little in the air, hands slowly uncurling, glance flicking over what remains of raiden's face before meeting his eyes. beneath the mask, he inhales raggedly, pinging the older man questioningly again, a silent why? crawling around in the air ducts is a little odd even for tretij. ]

[ It's no easy thing, adjusting to life in a different world, and Spock appreciates the fact that he still has the tricorder and a job to report to eventually and that there are actual individuals on the ship.

He's been listening to people walk about, so he isn't actually surprised when he hears a voice talking to him. To be polite, he looks up briefly, nods at her, but then it's right back to the tricorder. ]

I am not. These plants - do you have the genus and species, as I am unable to find anything in my data banks regarding them.

[ And if there is one thing Spock would find frustrating, where he capable of such an emotion, it's not knowing. ]

The Ingress shut off and emergency systems kicked in. It came back online, but has been malfunctioning. There was an incident where this ship fused with an enemy ship and several other components abruptly became made out of glass, including crew members' body parts. The effects have mostly disappeared, but we hopped unintentionally into this universe before this recent shutdown. Perhaps the system is sputtering before it's completely destroyed.

If that's the case, we will lose our ability to return to our home dimensions, if I understand things properly. This is distressing news, if it proves to be true, but I do not believe the Ingress to be absolutely beyond repair just yet given the intellectual powerhouses we currently have aboard the ship. They aren't as amazingly genius as Dr. Kuseno, of course, but some come rather close and as such I believe that an alternative hope can be found if the Ingress truly is utterly destroyed beyond repair. And even if it is destroyed and we must limp along this universe for a time, we will be ultimately safe because Saitama-sensei is here and he can protect us. I am also not lacking in fighting abilities, but Sensei is the strongest. Even across multiple universes, he has found no one and nothing even coming close to a match, which I imagine is likely very disheartening for him, however I still take comfort and solace in the fact that he is truly unmatched in every way--

[He's gonna just keep going...]

[Both eyebrows shoot up a little at that. But it's not like Fatima will ever pass up an opportunity to show off. It's her thing. Her favorite thing.

...kind of her only thing right now.]

Sure. I have them all cataloged in my files.

Is this out of concern for an allergy?

[He pulls out Hero Notes, volume 13, flips open to a page and reaches back for a pen-

To find he has none. So while normally he'd let Genos talk for as long as he wants, he'd also like to take some notes.]

Do you have a pen?

"Likewise," Yori agrees to most of the statements, her smile quirking.

She can't tell for certain which of the other beds are claimed, but she won't need to make that decision immediately. She leans comfortably against the wall and examines the bookshelves as a potential cache for her few important things. A very convenient source of data, too.

Nothing on the shelf looks immediately necessary to her new tasks. It might not be meant as homework. "I hear they assign everyone functions here? I'm supposed to be a Navigation Operations Technician."

☆☆☆ ingress // medical > > > wandering after ( ow, what for?! )

[ Jim is feeling out of sorts and that is perfectly acceptable. He's been pulled through some weird transport thing onto an unknown ship and told that there is no way, save teamworking their way across an unknown (for him) galaxy, to get back to his universe. Then there's also the mention of a contract and a job, and seriously where the hell did his boots go?

God, he loses enough shirts as it is.

But okay, that stabby thing was annoying and he's not sure if he likes this MID thing, but it isn't as if he can take it off. He rubs at his wrist where it was implanted, face screwing up. Is it supposed to itch? Cause it itches for him. That's generally a bad thing. To top things off, he's wandering a ship that isn't his to get his bearings, and trying not to barge right in on the captains. Captains he doesn't trust in the slightest. Captains who he apparently has to report to as Interpersonal Relationships Officer in order to help everything run as smoothly as possible.

Wonderful.

So, if anyone wants him after medical. Pick a deck, any deck, and let's see where we end up if you haven't tagged in with him elsewhere already. ]

☆☆☆ after the address // passageways and quarters ( how does it feel to be on a sinking ship? )

[ As if this entire situation weren't unnerving enough, there's suddenly a change in command due to finding out that there is a murderous being on board that hasn't been dealt with properly. He can imagine those already on board for some time are feeling off-kilter already, and those who are new, like he is, are on even more unequal footing. There's something off about all of this that he can't quite put his finger on, but his gut tells him that not everything is as cut and dry as Captain Charms and First Mate Smiles make it out to be.

The ship has fallen into a low power state, and it ignites memories that Jim would rather not think too hard on. Memories of the Enterprise falling into Earth's gravity without power. Of crawling into a warp core without protective equipment on in order to save his crew. His family.

He swallows back those feelings, and focuses on regrouping in both thoughts and actions. His job here is straightforward, but he intends to err on the side of caution with giving information to the new guys in charge about any of the crew that isn't strictly necessary. Wouldn't be the first time he's fudged a report, after all.

It's all relative, right? ]

☆☆☆ lights down low // passageways ( how's our ship? )

[ As if the low-power state wasn't messing with him enough---everything is troublesome at the moment. But Jim puts on a brave face. He does it because he has run his own ship, and knows the benefit of crew morale, and in such a dismal situation like this, they are going to be needing that pretty regularly.

He's purposely going through the different areas, greeting those crew and passengers who are willing to talk for a little bit of time, and just generally trying to get to know everyone.

He's trying not to think about the fact that ration size portions leave a lot to be desired on the food front. Not to mention the old memories that dredges up. It isn't that he expected this to be a pleasure cruise, but these new rules seem a little ---extreme to say the least, but now isn't the time to address that. Now is the time to work on his actual duties, which is why he's making a point to smile, and ignore the fact that an ice-cold shower was not the way to start the day.

This is fantastic.

So, if he runs into you in the hall: ]

Hi, I'm Jim. Do you have a minute to talk?

☆☆☆ reuse and recycle//passageways and also random rooms ( bullshit. )

[ Jim might be new here, but he's pretty sure no one thought it was a pleasure cruise. The morale was sketchy at best, from his talks with Bones, and this sure as hell wasn't about to help boost it any. Jim understands the importance of crew safety, but morale is also an integral part of making certain that a ship and crew function optimally.

They've shut down the Ingress, and while they said it was damaged and unable to send anyone back to their respective homes, it feels a lot like a door slamming shut in the brig. He wants more information on this Acelight Delegation, and just what makes them so damn qualified that they can just waltz in like they have.

He also wants to know where the rest of the command crew are, and if the one who collapsed is safe.

Which is completely not why he is finding little alcoves where he can tamper a bit with the MID embedded in his wrist, or checking rooms he is able to see if he can bring up a console and gain access to a main computer or something. ]

☆☆☆ wildcard // hit me with your best shot. ( let me get some action from the back section. )

[ Didn't see anything up there that you liked? Hit me here and set us up, I'm easy. ]

Oh man, I thought it was still broken. That's good! Well, uh, not good, but at least you don't have any glass on you!

[Bumblebee blinks down at him, tilting his head.]

--You okay, dude? [He gives a crooked grin.] First time seeing a Cybertronian, huh?

[Genos' arm'll open up at the wrist, and he'll retrieve a mechanical pencil from it to pass to Deku.]

There.

Edited 2016-08-01 20:05 (UTC)

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