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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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heisenbitch: (💊 pale)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse loiters restlessly on the spot like he wants to back away with his hands frozen in the air. Slowly, very slowly, he cautiously starts lowering them. This has gotta be some kind of sick hallucination, right? ...<>Right?! ]

Uh. Uhh. [ He swallows hard. He can barely form a coherent thought in his bewildered mind. ] Jesus, think I oughta be askin' you the same thing!
cadeuces: (just a great figure eight)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-03 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angela certainly did see the furrow of those brows, but she attributes it instead to anger and doesn't so much as flinch as if he may respond violently. She's struck the fear of a higher power into larger men than 76, and she could take hits like the best of them. She stands tall before him with her nose raised ever so slightly in the air, picking up on... she wouldn't call it weakness so much as a part of him that softens.

It tells her he isn't going to be violent, if little else. When he speaks his voice is muffled behind the metal of the mask, low and graveled, speaking what sounds to her like perfect... well. The translators in this place were fussing with her perception, but it sounded like American English if she really focused. ]


You're not in my way; clearly I was in yours. [ And that gets a bit of a wry smile out of her, to show she's intending to (at least trying to) tease him. ] Was everything all right? I realize they were rough in handling, but if you're injured or missing something...

[ Angela is definitely looking for a reason to keep busy. Even if it meant helping assholes that growled at people. ]
alterplex: (22.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Venom gives Bucky a good, long look.

A very good, long look.
]

You sure I can count on your discretion?

[ He's only half-joking. ]
sidecars: (I'm punk rock)

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-08-03 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Cross my heart and hope to die. We can seal it with a pinky swear if you want?

[ Bucky even brings up his pinky in case Venom wants to come over here and do the honors. ]
straightouttacarbonite: (010)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-08-03 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Between the dimmed lighting and his considerable height, and the fact that his arms are laden with boxes and folded extra clothes and other things-- better not to argue with inspections, he thinks, and just get his excessive personal items stowed out of sight on the Falcon, because like hell is he letting the new self-proclaimed Captain dictate what he keeps there-- tripping over her seems almost inevitable.

Almost.

She moves a little, enough that he realizes she's not just an odd shadow in the corridor, so he stops about a meter off with a grumble, leaning a shoulder against the bulkhead and lifting a knee to try to keep things from sliding off his pile. A small hoversled would be handy, now, or even something more suited to this awfully primitive place-- something with wheels-- but somehow he doesn't think it'd look great to take equipment out of the hold to move his personal possessions right now.

"You might wanna watch out." A lot of other people are bound to be in more of a hurry and not notice her crouched and poking at the walls.
saveyourserpent: (point)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-03 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Liquid barks out a laugh.]

Really? Can't say I've heard it like that yet.

[That's a new one. But he supposes someone who hasn't been through the past few months wouldn't really get all the weird... whiplash sort of things going on.]

The previous captains didn't seem to have any bloody idea what they were doing, but they did at least seem to try. It could be frustrating at times, but...

[He shrugs. He just can't see himself getting along too well with the new management.]

Well, you never really know what you've got until it gets worse, right?
alterplex: (70.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks at that proffered pinky, and a moment passes where it might be clear that he's considering.

But instead of twining pinky to pinky, Venom reaches out and puts a hand on Bucky's head.

And then turns as if he's about to leave. Listen, Venom is a guy who doesn't stick around for feeling jams.
]
fibrosis: i'm making chocolate pudding at 4am (stupickles.jpg)

yes excellent

[personal profile] fibrosis 2016-08-03 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's pleased you're friendly! normally he has a highly deadpan, stoic sort of response, and while he's not entirely deviating from that, you're still getting slightly more, uh.. idk how to phrase it. more of how he actually is.

the armour doesn't bother him - he's not entirely used to seeing certain kinds here just yet, but he can assimilate quickly enough.
]

Counseling. You?
fibrosis: alvis the penitent born of bats (my name is batman)

yes good

[personal profile] fibrosis 2016-08-03 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it wouldn't be the first time someone questioned what he was doing at the right time. or the wrong time, apparently, maybe. ]

Have you ever tried meditating?
Edited (not pa editing i literally just noticed i totally typed the wrong word) 2016-08-04 10:37 (UTC)
alterplex: (75.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The room is predictably Spartan, but with those few characteristically emblematic flourishes tucked between the pragmatism.

He takes the liberty of pulling up a chair for himself, because they're both past the juncture of having to be polite and asking for permission. If there's still some degree of awkwardness, it's mostly because Venom is still adjusting to the idea that Kaz has absolved him of... whatever he needed to be absolved of. His XO may have had several months' worth in space to come to terms with some of their faulty cogs, but Venom is still working through them, seeing where the teeth don't align.

Regardless, he takes those photos from a gloved hand and sifts through them. Soldiers lounging on baked sand, a blurry shot of homemade gallo pinto, a black blob that was most likely intended to be a still shot of an antsy cat.

He sees the memories in double vision, rendered from two different angles. It doesn't detract from the quiet wave of fondness that he still nurses, somewhere in the pit of his stomach; the ashes of an angel of peace, swimming in the bottom of his subconscious.

He doesn't look up from the sepia-burnt snapshots between his fingers, but he does manage to make a request.
]

—'Wild Horses'.

[ The Stones, a song pre-coma. He's sure Kaz will appreciate that more than a song he's come to know after he's come to. ]
Edited 2016-08-03 12:22 (UTC)
whoami: (Watch with me one hour)

Used computer you say |D

[personal profile] whoami 2016-08-03 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam had been on his way back to his room to get a proper shower, not to mention deal with everything else that had turned up from this whole cryo mess...when he noticed a computer in the floor. It could be from the Ingress room, but it didn't look the part. Plus why would someone toss a computer out into the hall if it was part of the Ingress stuff?

Sam sighed and glanced back over his shoulder once. He pulled his phone out of his uniform pocket, Then as he crouched down, saw the trailing, snapped wires.

"Jeez. What a mess."

Setting his phone down, Sam started to take the time to at least coil them up, wishing he had the hardware to cap them off on hand. Still, at least they wouldn't be trailing out the back.

$ whoami
sidecars: (sick and twisted)

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-08-03 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A head pat? Really? These old men are birds of a feather. ]

................. I'm not a kid, you know.

[ Says the 21 yo that looks and acts 16. He's more like a puppy, but that's not very nice to say out loud. ]
flashbanging: i'm gonna loose these chains (in the dead of night)

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[personal profile] flashbanging 2016-08-03 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ McCree's typically pretty quick on the draw, but the trip through the Ingress was not a comfortable one. His ears ring; his stomach churns; he's disoriented. These effects are short-term, thankfully, but in the immediate moments after stepping onto the platform, Jesse's putting all of his energy into not collapsing like a fool.

Instead, he takes a few uncertain steps forward, right into the whirlwind of hair-trigger hostility that is (as yet unbeknownst to him) Jack Morrison. ]


God damn--

[ He cries out as Jack grabs him, and groans again when his (armored, and thus sending shocks throughout his already nauseated body) back connects with the wall. ]

Settle down, partner! Ain't nobody tryin' to fight you right now.
cadeuces: free to use (with artist credit) unless marked DNS! (will spin on its axis)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-03 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ (It probably helps that she looks like an actual angel; dumb girl.) The commotion is enough to snag her attention and she's quick to turn and seek out the sound of a body hitting the floor, eyes widening as she rushes over to kneel beside him. CHILD... ]

Are you all right!? My goodness— here, let me get a look.

[ There's a light hand at the back of that fluffy head to guide him to turn so she can see his face, looking for any scrapes or bleeding. HOPEFULLY HIS NOSE IS OK... ]
yorisearching: (afraid)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-03 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Here? Yori folds her arms tightly around herself, clutching the backpack where her disk is hiding. Maybe she'd be better off still human, if Clu is here ahead of her. Can she hide here, with her assigned room and her assigned tasklist? How long before Clu notices?

She shakes her head once. "Clu wasn't targeting me as far as Rinzler knew, not as any kind of priority. I had a feeling I'd become one if Clu realized how important I was to Rinzler. Even though Rinzler claimed not to remember anything about Encom, including me."

Yori hesitates. She doesn't want to tell Tron's User how Rinzler had looked, how he'd apologized to her for reporting to Clu that she was present at all. How afraid she'd been that if Clu gave an order concerning her, Rinzler would have to follow it. "We were both worried about one another," she summarizes.

And now, to start it all over again, with Clu having the advantage of familiarity with the area? "I can try to stay clear," she says with a strong sense of doubt. More urgent, "Is Rinzler okay? And the other Tron?"
peacemongering: (O rly)

[personal profile] peacemongering 2016-08-03 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It was not the first time nor doubtless the last that his aged appearance was the aspect that drew the most attention. He was after all, apparently one of the oldest looking person of the crew, and he had been approached and had conversations opened based on that fact alone. Some worlds and timelines apparently were far more intense about removing or altering the elderly than his own, which apart from surgery, allowed an individual the choice to age gracefully or look ridiculous.

Alexander had long ago decided to age gracefully. Aside from surgery for required beneficial senses such as his sight and to a degree his hearing, he had left the rest of him well alone. His craggy face, the thinning of his skin and all other signs of aging never bothered him. Youngster were still awful curious about it.

He paused in his note taking as a young man sat across from him, one he had previously been watching. The familiar face stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the crew around the man, and he found himself amused at encountering two young men with the same faces as very important people from his world. Same faces, different personality. Still useful.

"I do, yes," he replied, smiling as he thought of them. "Do you have children?"
yorisearching: (long ago)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-03 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Mentor, that's an interesting word. Yori supposes Dumont would qualify. She smiles a little wistfully at remembering the old program's stories. "I used to like spending time with my friends and my sisters, too." Programs created by the same User for the same goal had a bond.

It'd be nice to see them again, those who survived. On the other hand, she doesn't know how they would cope with all this chaos.

"If no one we know shows up, I suppose it's up to us to make new friends." She's trying to encourage the User, not make them both sad.
lostsymmetry: (audio)

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-03 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
<Alarm. Security droids-->

[Except this isn't his facility, he doesn't have any droids, and that is distinctly not helping. There's more static (louder) as the administrator wrestles back control of his voice matrix-- and this time it's definitely traceable to that damaged terminal propped up in the corner.]

Whoa! Hey, hey, let's put the weapon down. I mean you no harm.

[And cannot, in fact, inflict any!]
rheecon: (out of my head)

[personal profile] rheecon 2016-08-03 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes are pretty wild themselves, darting around as he tries to make any sense of what's happening - he eyes his impossible surroundings, the giant freaking sci-fi portal that still looms behind them, or the poor guy he's crashed into.

Ultimately, his attention settles on Jesse. Encountering strangers hasn't gone well for them lately, but he doesn't appear to be one of the group who'd captured him and Michonne. And, despite his repeated desperate tugs, Glenn is closer to dislocating a shoulder than getting a hand free.

So, twisting his neck a bit as he tries to writhe the gag out of his mouth, he gets a muffled sound out around it, though whether it's an apology or a request for help isn't discernible. ]
procedures: (097)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I saw someone on the network who might be.

[ Tall, scaly, looks like a raptor from those ancient movies. Garrus, if Alva remembers correctly. He's probably an alien, or someone with really terrible skin. Really terrible. Alva tosses Andyr a small foil - it's a candy, nothing scandalous. ]

It's an orange drop. Or so they said when I took it from mess; it tastes a little like medicine but it hasn't made me sick yet. [ Pointedly said; he's aware of your barfing. He's keen on you like that. ] How are you taking to the vents?

[ I can hear you rattling from a mile, you know. ]
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-03 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Where's their physical chart? [ andyr, that's confidential, stop being terrible. he wants to know, though. he'll have to check out the network shortly, or whenever he gets bored of chatting with alva.

andyr's eyeing that candy like it has some kind of disease, but carefully accepting it with the tips of his thumb and index finger. what this. ]


Why are you giving me things that taste like medicine? What'd I do to you? [ other than, like, everything under the sun and half a bag of chips. ]

Vent've been good. Some other assholes run around up there, but I don't think I have authority to tell them to get out. One of them's the cyborg. Robo-dyr. [ aka, he's still trying to figure out what he wants to call bucky when neither steve or he are in earshot. or when they are. who knows. maybe not steve, he seems d e l i c a t e. ]
procedures: (C23)

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[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hello, son. It's your other dad, wandering in from next door, freshly dressed and looking like he'd soaked for hours. One day, someday, you'll learn the skill of short shower-taking too. But for now—

Are you trying to actively catch pneumonia, what are you—
]

Valarie. [ wat r u doing ] You'll get a chill that way. What's wrong?
mangled: (AND TAKE MY BRAIN)

[personal profile] mangled 2016-08-03 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can and he most definitely will. Company of any kind is always appreciated, mostly because the company he's found so far is much more pleasant than any audience he's had at the House. Val looks down at the book for a moment before placing his finger carefully between the pages and shutting it over ventricles and veins, chambers and muscle.

He smiles, and it's welcoming. ]


No, just... someone with a passing interest! I work in the medbay as a tech and I thought maybe I should get a bit more acquainted with some of the terms here and there.

[ Because Gray's Anatomy is light reading. ]
mangled: (TAKE MY EYES)

[personal profile] mangled 2016-08-03 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The stack of books is a little lofty, he'll admit that, but when her voice parts the quiet of the library, he'll pull the book up to his chest, split between his reading as he raises a brow just a little bit, a smile tugging at his lips.

He wouldn't know anything about middle school Health Class, but no one needs to know. He knows the page regardless. ]


Seems a little too clinical in some parts for boys to linger over it... Did they have an interest in going into gynecology...? [ boys pls. ]
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-03 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ in retrospect, yes, warning before startling the man with a rifle would've been the smart, or at least considerate, thing to do. then again, andyr's self-preservation instincts have been a bit subpar the last few years.

a muffled, snorted laugh comes from the grate above, before there's some shuffling around, and the grate itself is pried up and pushed aside. a second later, andyr's popping his head over the edge, chin rest on forearms as he chats. apparently the feels being more visible now somehow makes up for spooking him a second ago. who knows. ]


Seriously? Do you shoot at everyone who surprises you? Your birthday parties must suck.

[ a beat, and a moment passes of him squinting down at the strangers face, before adding on - ] How'd you lose the eye?