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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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mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

mmmedbay

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-03 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[76 has spent most of his physical assessment alternating between making life very difficult for the medbay staff and outright snarling at anyone who tries to touch him (often both at once), but once he's given the clear and is released, he seems to at least try acting like a human being. It's easier when he has something to concentrate on that doesn't involve people grilling him about his medical history, like gathering up his belongings and making sure nothing is damaged.

He doesn't even wait to finish buckling his equipment harness in his bid to get out, still pulling it over his shoulder as he walks out the door. It takes him a moment to realize he's being addressed, and doesn't answer right away.
]

Didn't really have much choice.

[Sign it, and maybe get home at some undesignated point in time, or be stranded in space.]
twelveminutesolder: (91)

[personal profile] twelveminutesolder 2016-08-03 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She looks a bit shellshocked, and Pietro's eyes narrow, trying to figure a few things out. His mind is not as quick as his body is but he's still very good at putting two and two together. Or he likes to think, anyway. ]

Homesick?

[ He asks this simply, and in a blur he's moved from his spot to hers, sitting next to her, hand resting on his chin, brows lifting. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes, but there almost always is these days--the other Peter might be rubbing off on him. ]

This isn't exactly a home-cooked meal, but I close my eyes and pretend it's fatanyeros. Much easier to get down.

[ Okay he's lying because he eats it so quickly he can't even taste it, but he's new to making friends and trying to cheer people up. ]
mylawn: (pic#10436242)

hallways

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-03 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[76 has been busy learning the layout of the ship--partially for practical reasons, mostly because he definitely expects things to go south sooner rather than later, and wants contingency plans in place. It mostly involves stalking through the halls with his big-ass gun, poking around, and reacting poorly when people tell him to not point his big-ass gun at them.

Suffice to say, if someone doesn't stop him, he's perfectly content to ignore them and continue on with whatever it is he thinks he's doing, but Adam's outloud musings are enough to give him pause.

Or, at least, enough to get his attention. He's still trying to figure out the nature of whatever brings people here.
]

Talking to yourself?

[That sounds like something you say when you're talking to yourself.]
Edited 2016-08-03 19:26 (UTC)
influent: (Default)

[personal profile] influent 2016-08-03 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ show him? show him how? he hesitates, stilling, his own glance lifting to raiden once more. for a few moments, there's nothing, but slowly his hand lifts, a skinny finger pointing toward the older man's brow.

inside here?

he doesn't mind, if that's what it is. there's another beat of silence, then what probably amounts to a strange sensation-- as if he's knocking politely against raiden's mind, asking for more access without taking it. ]
cyborged: (→To a healthy heart beat)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-03 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[flatly:] That's a relief.

[That the dog is normal. The vent dogs are still a troubling issue. But he's still watching that dog as he moves a step to the side to see if he can leave now.]
prorenataa: (I'm reaching for my gun)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-08-03 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ploiatos.

[ Adrien supplied the name. Unfortunately there wasn't much else he could offer at the moment; he was still catching up himself.

Right then. Crewman Ploiatos, no communication from Than or Curre and their Navigation officer had just (apparently) been rendered unconscious and placed in cryo. A fairy tale that just made all the children want to snuggle down in their beds, right?

The doctor suddenly straightened and turned away from the scene down in the cryo chambers. ]


Alright, back to work then. [ There was a pause and then, it finally sank in to ask. ] What is your job anyway?
bilology: (Default)

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-03 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( unfortunately for him, emily is well versed in the ways of assholism. the only difference is she manages to make it sound so cheerful, all while wearing a shit-eating grin under that helmet. ) Aw, are you offering to put that in someone for me? That's so sweet!

( her hand is still stuck out in the air, waiting for the object that has yet to to be returned. ) I assume you have the proper credentials for that kind of procedure. So, what's your name, doctor? Or nurse? ( she's got her eye on you, buddy. you ain't no physician, but she wants to see where this goes. )
prorenataa: (Half face wut)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-08-03 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Look at the hair, Peter. Listen to the accent.

However, this wasn't Adrien's first rodeo with this, so to speak and he understood how it could be difficult to -even in the face of obvious differences- see the differences. The mind was an interesting organ, that wanted to reconcile it's experiences with it's realities and could often fool itself.

Rather than getting annoyed (as he might have in the past) the doctor tapped on his MID as he walked towards Peter. Getting close enough, he twisted his arm around at an odd angle, to show the younger man the MID display, particularly where it gave his name, rank and position on the ship. ]


I'm not kidding you. If the Charles you're referencing is Charles Xavier, he is still in cryo. You can go check if you want?

[ The offer wasn't in any way snarky. If it helped, Peter was welcome to investigate the pod. He'd find it was still occupied. ]

Though I do agree with you, that we've got a few situations going on at the moment and I would rather not have to deal with brainwashing either.
disarmin: (o.o;;;)

ii; corridors

[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-03 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[For all the kindness of those words, being called 'darlin' makes Armin freeze. And he's already half an icicle - he really should've worn his thermals. He blinks at the man's attire. Armin crosses the line between courteous and thoughtful young man backward into awkward teenager on a fairly frequent basis, and today is no different. He's never seen a get up like that in person, for all the different places and times he's visited.]

...I-I'm fine, thanks. [He's stammering, not shivering. He's trying not to shiver.] Are you a cowboy? Like from Oklohoma?

[Armin means the Rogers and Hammerstein musical, as he's never been to Oklohoma the place. He realizes too late that's a reference he can't assume most people will get.]
fullcowl: (Feels kinda last ditch)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-03 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Portals aren't exactly new, but they're certainly disorienting. The ship itself seems stable enough, even if the lights have gotten dim.

He fidgets with his glove and looks at the lights.]


I wonder what happened.
fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-03 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you, Saitama-san.

[He's not really sure what to ask for, other than a way home.

He'll sit on the floor and get in position.]


At least this feels normal.
mylawn: (pic#10433717)

the lights. down low.

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-03 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[76 is still waiting for the other shoe to drop. He has no context for the apparent regime change, only that something's been shaken up, and that doesn't exactly bode well. Being trapped in what's essentially a tin can floating through the vacuum of space means that escape routes are extremely limited, if they're available at all.

He's been assigned to windows, of all things, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to poke around other departments, committing the rooms and hallways to memory as he tries to familiarize himself with both the layout and the tech. It brings him to the gunnery, eventually. 76 has been military for most of his life. Seeing how this ship defends itself can't possibly hurt.

He manages to not go straight for his gun when addressed, though once he sees who is waving at him, he makes sure it's within reach before replying.
]

I'm new.

[It's not exactly an answer so much as it is an indication that he probably won't be able to answer her questions.]
soldiergenes: (lest you find my strangling fingers)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-03 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Family isn't anything positive for Snake, that's for sure. He and Liquid may be twins, but it's on the genetic level alone. There's no love lost between them, and all of their interactions before the Moira had involved trying to kill each other.

It's no surprise that Mantis is curious, but when Snake feels that more insistent picking at his brain, he immediately closes himself off. FOXHOUND had given him some training in how to resist mental manipulation, and while Mantis had managed to press past it during their encounter, he's much younger here. Maybe Snake can withstand it this time.

As more foreign voices filter through Snake's head, he has to take the words (Russian, of course) and translate. ]


The Third Child. [ He echoes the term, then narrows his eyes at the lenses of the gas mask. ] Third of what?
mylawn: (pic#10433703)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-03 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Genos does this look like a guy who wants to cooperate? The only indication that he's acknowledging any of this at all is the minute tilt of his head.

After a moment, he actually sighs, a throaty sort of noise.
]

It's really space, huh?
twelveminutesolder: (94)

[personal profile] twelveminutesolder 2016-08-03 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh yeah, people weren't used to this shit. Pietro tries his best not to grin at her reaction--try being the operative word--and winds up smirking, just a bit.

No matter the universe, the male Maximoffs will always be showboats. It's a constant.

He crosses both of his arms, brows lifted, smirk still prominent on his face, and his gaze flicks to the towel. He won't answer just yet, it's cooler when people are questioning how he did it. Plus, impressing a cute lady is sort of what he does.

trying to impress. ]


It's a towel, not a hat.
soldiergenes: (i try to keep my conscience clean)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-08-03 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ More like time discrepancy bullshit, but either way, it's bullshit.

In the next six years, Raiden is going to go through something that results in him looking like this. Is that what Snake's supposed to believe? And here he thought he'd gotten him out in one piece, given him the chance to forge a new life away from the Patriots' control.

There's probably no such thing, but Snake had wanted to hope someone could have it.

Some of the weariness showing on his face, Snake rubs at his eyes as if to hide it away again. ]
Because last I checked, it was 2009 back home.
cyborged: (→To a healthy heart beat)

it'll be a wmd with the most glorious of asses

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-03 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow that... Is not a knife. Raiden raises an eyebrow at the thing-- sharp and pointy modern art?]

What is that?
whoami: (Comes easy)

[personal profile] whoami 2016-08-03 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Well you aren't giving her a shammy cloth and wax.

[ Like a fussy hen Sam marches up to the bike, totally fearless in shouldering Adam out of the way despite Adam having height on him, and starts checking it over from the end of the front wheel well back. ]

I'm more worried about what you don't mean to do. If she's in the way or something I can move her.
cyborged: (15941423_020)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-03 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[buddy you know you just pointed at a wall right]

... What types?
takeitslow: ([Speak])

Hallways

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-03 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter watches the new kid walk down the hallway, not bothering to hide that he's staring. Usually he keeps an eye on incoming meat for personal interests. Partially to assess if it's someone good looking enough to hit on when J's mad at him, partially to decide if it's someone to add to his growing list of powerful teenagers. This time it's in anticipation on whether this someone is about to fall on his face.

He could use a good laugh.

But after the third flailing, Peter starts to wonder if this is less newcomer clumsiness and more that there's something wrong with the kid. "Dude, you're going to run right into the wall if you keep that up. Which, hilarous, but if you get blood on something they're going to yell at the cleaning staff to deal with it and I'm on duty today. So."
poolhall_killer: (hair tuck)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-03 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[So the purge is affecting people's private snacks, as well. It's disconcerting, though Venom doesn't usually stash junk food. But he does collect tea.

So much for that idea.]


Yes, I did. Do they normally purge your personal items?
bilology: (pic#10294024)

[personal profile] bilology 2016-08-03 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
War history, huh? ( her tone sounds a little wilted, just for a split second. she'd just come from a planet-wide war back home and she doesn't particularly care to read about more of the same. but, war comes with the territory of history, and she supposes it'll do. maybe she'll at least be able to get the names of star system or colonies or, hell, an idea of what year she's in now.

she rests her weight on a knee, pulling the pile closer to herself carefully.
) Yeah, I couldn't find her either. But you got me started, so thank you! I don't want to cart off one of your whole stacks, though. I'll try to be quick! ( she pulls the top book from the stack, skimming the index for anything that jumps out at her, and hums curiously when asked about robots. do robots— what?

that's. actually a pretty good question. kind of out of nowhere, but hey, she enjoys brainteasers. she pauses, glancing back up at the girl thoughtfully, although to anyone else it'd look like nothing more than a tilt of her helmet.
) Well, I suppose so. Some of them, anyway. Smart-models aren't all that different from humans in that regard. They don't know everything as soon as they're made, they have to learn things and update their information sometimes, just like people.

( aaand then it dawns on her. she's supposed to be the robot. ) Oh, wait! Me! Oh, no, I'm not a robot. Maybe one day. I think I could probably make that happen... ( welp. on today's episode of EMILY, NO... )
influent: (oh yes they should)

[personal profile] influent 2016-08-03 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ .. he knows how to close his mind down. that's.. pretty new for tretij. it wouldn't stop him if he was really determined, of course, because there are few things that can.. but it's mostly idle interest at this point. and anyway, he wants to talk about this person with eli. he withdraws once more, subsiding to simply projecting once more.

the question earns a mild, puzzled blink behind the lenses of his mask. he's never been asked that before.

monster. maybe. he touches fingers to the words on his straitjacket, then lets them drop away again. a moment later, he projects a dizzying series of images-- bright lights silhouetting a figure overhead, the sensation of hard straps digging into arms and legs, darkness, the feeling of being utterly isolated. it fades quickly, and he picks at a scar on the back of one skinny hand. kept separate. ]
saveyourserpent: (dramatic)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-03 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
You really think it's going to end there? That's where it merely starts. One minute they've got your things, the next they want something more. Something worse.

[Paranoid? That's how it might sound, but Liquid seems pretty convinced. He wouldn't get along with the changes easily to start with, but it's hard to be anything like optimistic here.]

Honestly? I don't trust them one bit, I don't care if they were supposedly here first or not. Feels off. Whatever they do, if we want out of here we can't do much about it, and they can easily use that to their advantage.

[Liquid does sort of have experience on both sides of slightly similar cases, after all.]

I'm going to find out, though. As long as they don't change anything on my end, I'm counterintelligence. I have some methods.
averagehero: (Lazy)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-03 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Hard to say what's normal around here. [it's fucking weird all the time always, but...]

Not happened before, though. Think it's those new Captains that shut the lights off.
Edited 2016-08-03 20:04 (UTC)