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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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fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-04 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
I have a friend like that at home. [But he has literal engines in his legs.]

Uh... Super hero in training.

I'm... I was? I was going to school for it. I'm still in the first year of the course. [He sounds like he's not so sure that's how he should be putting it. He was at school for it, but he's also probably universes away from it now.]
arcreact: or whatever (plausible deniability)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-04 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He throws his hands up in mock, horrified surrender. ]

Yikes, I take it back. I'll give you a discount on the grounds that it's a life-essential service rendered.

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-04 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh ah.

How...

Forward-thinking of you. I would not worry about me, though.
hopeslastreward: (Neutral ☆)

[personal profile] hopeslastreward 2016-08-04 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I doubt you will. Cats are completely able to defend themselves. But if you're really that concerned, we can go together." There are a few interesting things to be picked up from this exchange -- namely, that Yori clearly doesn't have much first-person experience with cats. It never occurred to Komaeda that there would be people who know about normal housecats but have never seen them in real life (mostly because he's kind of entitled). "Do they not have cats from where you're from?"
chipouttaluck: (step three: profit)

Surely McGuire (The Courier) | Fallout New Vegas

[personal profile] chipouttaluck 2016-08-04 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
>Reuse & Recycle

[She's going around just about everywhere on the Nomo deck, stopping just about everybody she sees. She looks a little frazzled-- well, a bit more than usual, anyway. Looks like supplies are running a bit low, if that bag she's got's any kind of judge.]

Anybody asks, them two snowglobes I got? There was a... one armed man... and he tried to kill me for 'em. So I can't just stick them in the hold, y'see? [Most important thing about a story is she gets to telling it, bright and early.]
averagehero: (Back it off)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-04 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Shit-- [he'll parrot, but much calmer the second time around. He'll eye the knife, but it gets more of a confused look than one of alarm.]

Dude, you're gonna poke someone's eye out with that.
armsmode: (:|)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-04 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not going to comment on that because yeah, he's always going to worry about cyborgs.]

What room are you assigned to?
madrush: (25)

[personal profile] madrush 2016-08-04 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Tommy doesn't want to talk about Billy's age. The last time he saw him they were both 17 and now Billy's officially out of his teen years. He's still the oldest, damn it.]

Did Billy tell you that?

[He frowns then, taking a step closer.]

That might not be a bad thing, okay? I.. didn't really know her. She spent most of her time with Billy because they were more alike. Which is fine. It doesn't matter. [He says it quickly, like it matters, but he's sure as hell not going to talk about that.] But either way, we're still connected.

[If only Billy could hear him now.]

I dunno. I guess it'd just be nice to get to know you, any version of you, for myself.
madrush: (8)

[personal profile] madrush 2016-08-04 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
They had a school for training superheros where you're from?

[Forgetting all about his uniform, he steps up close.]

Damn, that's cool. What were you training for?
psychobabblery: (are you twelve)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-04 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Whoa, was that thunder just now. Nah, must be the engine kicking in. Or off. Or both. A whole whirlwind of potential booming noises around here!]

I don't think they'd kill us. Not until they're finished exploiting us for free labor, at least. After that, I'm sure it'll be a veritable smorgasbord of people being thrown out the airlock.
averagehero: (Awkward laugh)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-04 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Aw man, I got the best cookies. [he'll pull the bag off his shoulder, holding it open to look in it. There's something like oreos in there and something like thin mints. Shit yeah, thin mints, yo.]

Meaning pretty much the only cookies on the ship.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (:))

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-04 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Nice to meet you.

[if the reaction is anything to go by, no it doesn't.]

If you're gonna be asking around, maybe try not to threaten people, huh? They're usually more co-operative when you don't do that.
psychobabblery: (in the dark of the night)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-04 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
No, not really.

[Talking to adults is hard. Feel free to imagine some sort of space tumbleweed blowing by, right about here.]

I suppose we'd have to keep an eye on the wanted ads to make certain. Assuming this ship has them, of course. And hasn't stopped posting them because of budgetary cutbacks.
hopeslastreward: (Placating ☆)

[personal profile] hopeslastreward 2016-08-04 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Komaeda is pretty complacent in the movement, turning his head as the woman instructs. Judging by the facial expression and the fact that his fingers are gingerly touching his forehead, Komaeda is in at least minor pain.]

Ah... thank you.

[He puts his hand down. No external bleeding, maybe the first signs of a bruise -- but nothing too serious.]

You're very nice.
arcreact: super scientific shit so much in bed last night ((661) sorry for talking about)

1/2

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-04 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno if you've noticed, but it's dark as dicks around here, and I like being able to see if I'm welding my hand to something or not, so —

[ He punctuates this statement by connecting his arrangement of lamps to the geothermal energy sink he'd rigged up, which could have ended in a tremendous electrical short and possibly small explosion, but actually just ends with light abruptly flooding the workbenches that lay just before the engines proper. ]

— That. [ He finishes, lamely, and looks up at his visitor properly. ]
mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a noise in the back of his throat that might be a laugh, but it isn't a very nice sound. He hefts his gun again--adjust the grip.]

Don't want to keep you from cleaning.

[Or whatver it is Genos said he was doing.]
psychobabblery: (sometimes a cigar isn't a cigar)

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh god. There's two of them.]

Lalonde. Though I usually go by Rose.
fullcowl: (035)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
There's a lot of schools with hero courses, but I'm going to the national one for Japan- Yuuei High.

I'm training to become a pro-hero- like All Might. A rounded hero that can take down villains and rescue people- whatever is needed.
whatshimadayou: (cuz fuck you)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-04 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a small bit of relief in knowing that he is correct.]

I will act as I need to and nothing else.

[If that means being the occasional asshole or constant one, don't underestimate his ability to do it, ayyy.]
braceforimpact: (06)

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-04 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
....what?

[Kaworu stops and stares at Mettaton for a second, blankfaced. His brows crease together, a weird, slightly confused smirk creeping up one side of his face.]

Why are you apologising to me? I'm the one who upset you.

[Frisk had been very clear about that.]
saveyourserpent: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-04 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Sound the alarms, it's a miracle. Maybe it's the sign of truly growing up. Although Liquid'll probably never completely grow up. At least he's not trying to murder people at the drop of a hat.

He should win an award. He reaches down to scratch his dog behind the ears. There there, it's okay.]


You mean DD?

[He can't think of any other dog that he'd be on the lookout for. Liquid had often found DD to be one of the most tolerable parts of Mother Base, and, well. He still pets him when he gets the chance.]

Last I saw, Ocelot had him. Have you run into him?

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-04 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Moro deck, room six. And you?
armsmode: (There's a sale)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Moro deck, room one.
springlocking: (good to see you)

[personal profile] springlocking 2016-08-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Charlie does not know how to deal with this optimism (it could be fake like the smile in the old photograph, but it could also be real,) so she just shrugs and smiles again.]

Yeah, guess so. All right, let's both go find someone who needs help, how's that?
whatshimadayou: (SERIOUSLY THO WHY)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
A fight with you would be ill-fitting. You are but a boy yourself.

Do not assume to command me. I will do as I need to.