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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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Hmm... Fourteen! Any bells being rang?

[It's okay, Reinhardt's known people way more off-putting than this stranger.]

[ After a moment to consider what he wants to know: ]

What did Kaz tell you? [ 'About me' is implied, because he needs to know how much discretion he needs to employ here. All work and no play, Venom Snake. ]

You mean two.

[So many fights, in so short a time. It was sort of a big blur of dragons and glory and explosions, but he'd come out on top. And... then he'd come here. So... it could be worse, really. It could be a lot worse.]

[He's rolling his shoulders to try and get some of the stiffness out of them from winging the hammer -- when -- he freezes, and turns abruptly. Despite the armor, his expression is surprised, but pleased.]

Angela--?

[Before he even gets the word out, she's reaching for his helmet, and it's like nothing's changed. He's pulling it off automatically. There's probably a black eye and a few cuts here and there underneath.]

What are you doing here?

Okay, well, before you get your sneaking suit in a bunch here, just know he'n I have been pals here for awhile. I trust him, he trusts me, it's like that...

So disclaimer aside: Let's just go with a lot? I know you aren't who I thought you were at first. Ishmael, that is. I know you were the one that saved Kaz. I know that big wolf dog Kitty Cat has is yours. I know things are, let's say, fucked where you're from.

But hey! It's not any better'n my time, sooo...

[At least he's not going for the crushing shake. That's not Reinhardt's style. Just quick, firm, and honest, before introductions are over and the topic changes to something else.]

[He nods, and for someone his age, there's a lot of enthusiasm to it.]

It is! I have not even been to the moon.

[Wellp. He turns, mentally plowing through who could possibly talk like that and who would even try to smack the armor, and...]

[Hold it.]

Look who it is! Jesse McCree! Ahaha!

[Here's a face he hasn't seen in a long, long time. But, suddenly, it's like that never happened. And he's scooped up the smaller man into an armored hug.]

[ He'd lost himself so much in the sim, trying to get this pent up frustration and aggression out, that he hadn't even noticed Levi entering the room. He isn't a soldier, isn't an assassin - being constantly vigilant isn't something he's had trained. More so, Andyr's a rabid animal that's been kept in a cage too long, poked at with sticks and starved. So, he nearly jumps out of his skin when the flashlight flares up, and the stranger calls out.

for a second, andyr has that deer in the headlights look, caught between fight or flight, edging more towards fight. so, maybe angry opossum in the headlights. but once the tone and voice register, he relaxes some measure. not completely, but some. ]

Did I turn the sim off in the goddamn middle of using it? No. My money's on the new captain and his rationing plan.

[He is also no doctor. But he's been in a medical ward often enough to know that people in outfits like that, with IVs and poles, probably shouldn't be up on their feet. Then again, when had it ever stopped him? Keeping Reinhardt Wilhelm confined to a bed was probably a full time job.]

[But he grins back at her, a smile with a few too many teeth for a normal person.]

It is a pleasure, Elena. [And then he laughs, making a show of looking himself over.] Oh? You don't say.

[He's literally covered in minor injuries.] Did you know that you have a drip in your arm?

[ He could answer this, of course, in excruciating detail, right down to the size of the ammunition and where the gun should be hefted to dampen recoil, how much pressure needs to be applied to the trigger to ease tension. But he pauses, looks Anakin up and down.

How old is he, is what he wonders. Clearly old enough to have seen a gun in use (though the average age for that seems to be getting lower and lower), but probably not old enough for Venom to be encouraging his curiosity.

But, hey. He's been wrong before. ]

My answer depends on your reason for wanting to know.

[ Anyone can be taught to use a firearm, but that doesn't mean everyone should.

Venom shifts his weight from one foot to the other, carefully watching Anakin to assess his answer. ]

Edited (i find spelling errors 50000 years later) 2016-08-03 13:24 (UTC)

[Music blaring? Check. Singing along with it? Check. But it's from his own portable music player, so what the hell, who cares? The door's open like it always is. Because Riptide could come back and he wants to be ready.]

[But when he looks up.]

[That's not Riptide.]

[Aaaaaaaand... cue screaming.]

[Arrival is a mediocre roller coaster ride of blue light and stale wind. It was hardly the most exhilarating experience, but stepping out onto a platform on a space ship, that, at least, would prove interesting. To realize a few steps later that very recently he'd died, sends a thrill through him unlike anything he's ever experienced before. Somehow he's cheated death. Triumphed over failure and come out on the other side successful.

He's quickly ushered to Medbay, dressed in a standard uniform, scanned and signs a contract, examines the MID. There are people on the directory whose name's he recognizes. He'll need allies if he wants to remain on the ship. So he plans.]

one. mero deck:

[The bathing area on this deck is grander than the other two, but offers hardly any privacy. Fortunately, Killian is looking to make acquaintances, so privacy isn't what he needs. Quite nude, but the water hot enough that steam curls up and covers him, he rests his arms on either side of the tub and waits for someone else to enter.]

Hello.

[He tips his head back, glancing over his shoulder with a smile.]

I'd say this is nothing fancy, but it'd be dishonest of me. [He laughs softly, amused.] Who knew that a vessel like this would have such a hidden gem.

[As the person comes closer, they'll see the dark dragon tattoos across his shoulders and chest.]

Join me, if you'd like.

two. nomo deck:

[Waiting for his roommates seemed the appropriate thing to do. He'd be sleeping and living in closed quarters with three other people, sharing a bunk bed with one of them. Killian knows that having a good introduction will do him well.]

Aldrich Killian, it's a pleasure to meet you.

[He extends a hand, offering a lopsided grin.]

And who might you be?

three. moro deck:

[With all the cleaning that's going on, Killian's walk through each deck proves to be eye opening. Doors are propped wide as crew enter and exit, and it makes it a lot easier for him to meet people this way. Leaning up against a door frame, he gestures towards the room vaguely.]

Why are the beds strung up that way?

[Strange, but maybe there's a reason for it.]

I don't mean to interrupt, but I couldn't help myself. I'm Aldrich.

[Okay, at some point in his exploration, Drift is going to stumble across this noodle loser. And, given that it's dark, said noodle loser isn't expecting something big and white to appear.]

[So.]

[Needless to say. He screams.]

[Now that he's managed to avoid getting thrown to the floor, 76 notices for the first time that the person he's engaged isn't...really a person at all.

That's probably rude. He's just not human, is what he'd think if he weren't in a heightened state of alarm. He's seen a lot of very strange things, but an actual, for-real alien, like something out of a movie, isn't exactly one of them.

A more rational person would take in those words and realize that yes, Nihlus is correct. There's no immediate danger. There's no reason to assault the first thing that moves.

76, however, is not terribly rational (not like this, at least), and at the realization that this is an actual, for-real alien (?????), he tries to reverse the hold in an effort to throw Nihlus entirely.]

[ The worry doesn't end at her. Andyr's spent much of the day since the announcement roaming the ship and inspecting just how short they were being cut. He doesn't exactly have any kind of experience with running a space ship, but this seems cutting it excessively close. ]

Captain Tight-ass and his friend Hair Gel from who even fucking knows where? Yeah, I'm sure that'll get me real far. [ The way they'd marched in and promptly took over as if there'd be no question, declaring everyone's routines and resources resolutely shifted, they didn't seem up to compromise in the least. ]

Either they're assholes or they're desperate. Neither one of those takes bitching well.

[He's not at all intimidated by a weapon--76 is wearing body armor beneath the jacket, after all, and he has half a mind to put his forearm against her throat and shove her up against the wall until he gets his answers. See if she feels like holding a gun to him then.

The movement of her arm has him putting his finger on the trigger, but after a moment he realizes that she's going for the veil.

When she drops it, he's a little taken aback, the pinch of his eyebrows visible right where his visor ends. His shoulders tense, but the muzzle of his rifle falls ever-so-slightly with realization.]

You can't.

[76 has no idea if she's supposed to be like this, but he picks up on the message either way.]

Yeah, fine. I'm just used to health nut diet. [ well, if you were asking Alva, probably not that fine, but Andyr's fine with it. Eventually it'll all even out, right? probably. not important. ] Wait, what about slave port?

[ oh hell no. he did not just leave his fucked up world to be sold into slavery by shitty space captains. and he might be considering hunting them down and airlocking them if there's even an ounce of truth to that comment. because people like that shouldn't be allowed to exist. however, he's quickly derailed by that glance to his pathetic meal. ]

Fuck off, mooch, I'm finishing it. I ate kale for six years, I can deal with this.

[ because seriously, fuck kale. fuck it with a rake. ]

[ It's easy to make her out in the dark as the white terrycloth robe stands out like a sore thumb, possibly like a beacon for anyone who's looking or nearby. As soon as the lights go out however, the glow of her MID suddenly casts a glow against the wall she's leaning against, outlining her, enabled immediately.

Is that what draws over her unexpected companion?

At first she's about to consult the map programmed into the device, find her way back. If she couldn't figure that out then she'd get a message out to Nate or Chloe, but she was fairly positive she could do this on her own. Nomo deck couldn't be that far off.

Everything was so different in the dark, eerily so. ]

Oh! [ He'd made it obvious in his approach, though Elena hadn't expected him to come up that close. McCree, giving ladies heart attacks instead of... ] You're a sneaky one.

Look, I appreciate the offer but I think I'm set. 'Sides, you might want to keep that on for yourself.

[ It's hidden but underneath the robe is the heated wrap Tony Stark had fashioned for her last month; it had been getting some good use over the past month and a half, and even now with resources being cut low, it would be put to extra good use. ]

And the name's Elena. What about you? You got a name?

[ If this guy had anything...it was a lot of glowing bits to his outfit. Why is that..? ]

Always like to know who I'm hanging out with after hours.

[76 doesn't lower the weapon (probably to spite this guy), but he does shift his weight a little, making sure he's got a solid hold on it so he can show the MID when he frees up his hand. Apparently 'problem with invasions' is an adequate explanation for now, though it does raise a few more unfortunate questions.]

What do you mean, problem with invasions?

[That doesn't bode well! Neither does the fact that there are kids on board--certainly it has to be some kind of liability.]

[ Elena's drawn over by the sound of shouting. He's quite the loud one when he's angry, she could hear him far from down the hall. Heading over and seeing him pointing up at the ceiling— what the hell is he gesturing to?— she realizes that it's Peter. The kid she'd met two months back when she'd first arrived. ]

Care to share with the rest of the class? What creeps are you talking about?

[ The class being a plus one, aka her. ]

Is...everything all right?

I don't know.

[76 looks like he doesn't really know what to do about a dog in his personal space. For a moment it seems like he's going to pet it? But his hand just hovers awkwardly as the dog attempts to press into it, and after a few more prolonged seconds, he turns back to his gun.]

Is it?

[That sounds almost threatening, and he accompanies it with the ominous snap of an ammo magazine back into the rifle as he reassembles it. This thing better be house trained.]

[Eggsy's feels like a perv about thirty seconds after he sees the guy. He's all damp, hair wet and clothing sticking to him, and he stares a bit before he catches himself. Clearing his throat, he stops nearby, smiling lopsidedly.]

You alright, bruv?

[He's heard the water temp goes off early now, but he has no idea if that's what happened here. Eggsy shuffles his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets as he ducks his head a bit.]

M' Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin.

[ ventilation cleaning technician. that's the job they'd assigned him, and andyr took it upon himself to translate that as "crawl around in the vent shafts and stalk people, and maybe wipe up some dust while you're at it." for someone as paranoid and suspicious as he is, it's worked out very much in his favor, and since the new captain has started turning off the lights at random, he's also taken to carving road signs into the interior walls. "nomo deck", "mess hall", "medbay". things he can feel out if/when it goes dark.

paused at one intersection, on his way towards another living deck, he looks down through a grate to spot the rough looking man toggling with big look guns, watching him quietly for a moment or so, before speaking up. from the vent, through the grate. because that's normal social etiquette or something. ]

Isn't firing guns in a space ship supposed to be a really bad idea?

[ what with the whole killer vacuum right outside and everything. ]

On her way in to see if Adrien in particular was around (though she could've just sent him a damn message but what the hell, the exercise was necessary), it wasn't unexpected to bump into anyone with how busy this place had gotten.

"Oh, sorry. Were you also looking for someone here?"

Elena stood off to the side after stepping in, casting a glance between him and the main entrance of the medbay to see if any of the physicians were waiting on him.

[76 still isn't convinced this isn't some elaborate trap or a drug-induced fever dream. The explanation for the Ingress had been ridiculous, and he's still not entirely sure he's been magically transported through some kind of inter-dimensional portal and dumped on a spaceship. He figures it's just as likely (if not more likely) that he's strapped to a chair in the bowels of a Talon base, tortured to the point of insanity or out of his mind on hallucinogens. It might explain all the ex-Overwatch agents he's running into, who just so happen to have also been kidnapped into space.]

I know who you are.

[That's all the confirmation Genji will get in that department. 76 doesn't think it gives too much away. It's possible this whole space-dream setup is meant to extract information.]

If you want something, you better make it quick.

[His tone makes it clear that he's not guaranteeing straight answers.]

Edited 2016-08-03 07:15 (UTC)

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