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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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heelys: (UHHHH; not sure about this)

ii, cw; talk of ptsd and gore!!

[personal profile] heelys 2016-08-01 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bumblebee is wandering the halls, his headlights and red Autobot emblem providing a bright glow as he walks down the dark hallways. He doesn't see the small organic at first, furiously checking his MID contacts to see if anyone he knows has come through, but one of his senors alerts him before he actually steps on her.

He gives a small whirring noise, looking up from the MID and down at the organic, freezing when he realises she's covered in blood. His spark tightens in his chassis, optics paling as memories of the Caducan invasion flashing through his processor. He sees the organics getting squished through Riptide's fingers, remembers being covered in organic matter and the noise of them crunching into a pulp under his large hands. Bumblebee panics, looking around wildly, in case some other invasion had happened whilst he was paying attention to his MID, staring at Clementine as if he's seen a ghost.

He stammers for a moment, trying to get over the rush of memories in favour of being helpful.]


--A-are you okay?!
fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh... I heard a little big about that from Genos-san.

[He looks up and- honestly he feels kind of bad for making Bumblebee uncomfortable.]

Um... You can stand up if it's more comfortable for you. It's okay.

I'm Midoriya Izuku, or Deku- most people call me Deku.
heelys: (OuO; headrub; I'm totally innocent)

[personal profile] heelys 2016-08-01 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bumblebee straightens, looking a little awkward. He usually just carries Sari around on his shoulder when there's a lot of walking to do, but you can't just scoop people up you just met.]

--Sorry. I usually just... carry my human friends back home. [He rubs the back of his helm apologetically.] Or drive them.
fullcowl: (033)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
... Huh?

I had to pass a rigorous academic entrance exam and then the practical before I was accepted into to U.A. There's only 60 people in the freshman hero course- when it comes to heroics, it's incredibly difficult to get into those programs.

Are you from Japan, Genos-san?
armsmode: (There's a sale)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-01 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I currently reside in Z-City, my current position inside the Moira aside.
fullcowl: (001)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I've... never heard of a city like that.
armsmode: (ramble ramble ramble)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-01 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Presumably because you exist in a different universe, kid.
fullcowl: (3)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now they both get to look awkward, standing in this random hall.]

I guess that would be more comfortable for both of you. [He's not sure he can match the stride of an eight-foot Cybertronian.]

... What do you mean by drive?
buttmurdered: i'm embarrassed for me too (i'm embarrassed for you)

Leonardo Watch | Blood Blockade Battlefront

[personal profile] buttmurdered 2016-08-01 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
lights down low;
[This young man doesn't seem to be at all bothered by the lack of light. Which is weird, because his eyes are closed? Maybe he's blind? Maybe he's just relying on intuition? Maybe he's just an idiot?]

[Either way, he's making his way around the ship, and you may notice he has a small creature with him.]


I wonder what happened here? Is it already shutting down? Does that mean the oxygen's going to run out? I can't breathe in space!

[Is he.... talking to himself? He sure is. What a weirdo.]

[But speaking of that creature, even if you're several feet away, it's noticed you. And faster than you can blink, it's right in front of you, looking at you curiously. What the heck?!]

[More curiously, the young man is running towards you at a much slower pace, already getting a little winded and flailing his hands in your direction]


Sonic, what are you doing? They can't turn the lights back on! [And a beat, as he finally catches up to you and pauses to catch his breath. He tilts his head towards you] You can't, right?
nomo #22;
[So you're in your barracks, or nearby Nomo #22. Minding your own business, probably. Getting settled in, or taking a nap, or being cranky over these new regulations and your stuff getting thrown out. You can probably hear one of the showers going off, as this newbie tries to cleanse himself of his sins and space dirt and whatever else. All is less than well.]

[Except that the hot water runs out on him very suddenly, and you hear a really loud scream]


Cold, cold, cold, COLD!

[He continues shrieking in an undignified manner, and promptly comes running out, completely naked aside from a towel that is (thankfully) covering up his lower half. He's tracking water everywhere. His eyes are still closed, but somehow he notices you]

[And resumes yelling, going completely red and babbling like a moron]


S-Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here! I mean, I knew I was sharing with people, but I didn't think you were here right this second, and--

[He's just going to dive behind the nearest bed, probably shaking out some ice cold water on you in the meantime. Feel free to laugh at him, or try to calm his annoying ass down, or throw him out. Either way, this is seriously embarassing]
observation deck;
[So the nerd's made it over to the observation deck with the monkey on his head. He's pausing to stare out into space (still with his eyes closed), completely enthralled. He's even going as close to the forcefield as he reasonably can - maybe a little too reasonably.]

[You're probably in there with him, too. Maybe that voice is calling to you, and you hear it. Maybe you're wandering off too far. In which case, he'll go after you, because he can't mind his own business]


Wait! I don't think that's a good idea!

[If you're just admiring the view like him, on the other hand, you'll get a kind of dopey grin]

It's beautiful, isn't it?
paparazzi;
[It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, unless you're in one of the areas Leo can't reach. But if you aren't, the only warning you get is a click before the flash of a camera is in your face. Were you making a dumb face? Not your best angle? Have duckface? Well, you might want to get this guy to erase it, because he's looking pretty pleased with himself, pauses to snap another one of you for good measure, and then starts on his surroundings.]

[Maybe you want a redo or a selfie or to erase those pictures at all costs? Either way, this guy gives you a polite semi-bow, says:]


Excuse me!

[And continues with his pictures as if he didn't just invade your privacy. What now?]
wildcard;
[Nothing catches your eye? Feel free to make your own prompt or ask me for a new starter!]
Edited 2016-08-01 21:14 (UTC)
fullcowl: (001)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
That's seeming a lot more likely.

Back to the ship, I don't believe any of my limbs have been replaced with glass. So I don't think it's the same thing that happened last time.
takeitslow: ([Goodtime])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-01 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Mero, huh? [He grins.] Just a few of doors down from me. I'm in ten. I'd say come knock whenever you need something, but I don't know who my new roommate is yet. Last one was a real asshole and if the new guy's the same, you're better off avoiding him.

[He starts walking, waving her to follow over his shoulder. At least he's going slow enough that he thinks his limp isn't so obvious and that she'll actually be able to follow. Friends in the future or not, he's not sure how she'd feel about a quick ride place to place.]

I'll show you to the gardens first, might as well start with something nice. I wonder if you'll be stuck with the kittens too? I mean, they're kind of half plant and they grow there. Everyone kind of takes care of them anyway, but you should totally ask about that.
armsmode: (ramble ramble ramble)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-01 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
No, we haven't fused with another ship this time, nor have we been engaged in conflict with one. The circumstances are also different regardless of whether it's the Ingress or not.
fullcowl: (033)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
That doesn't really explain what's going on though.

[He notes the fusion and the conflict of the ship down next to turning to glass.]

What has it usually been like on board the ship?

[He might have gotten the gist of it from Bruce Banner's message, but he'd like some first hand knowledge to add to that.]
abide: (pic#10302751)

lights down low

[personal profile] abide 2016-08-01 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As it always is with new crew being added to the already existing one, things are chaotic. What's more, after the new captain and his first mate address them, answering questions that have remained - quite literally - in the dark for as long as he's been aboard (and then some), Steve's taken to walking the hallways to be sure no one has gotten stuck or trapped in one of the low-powered areas of the ship. Some of them he's never bothered to actually investigate given how busy most days are—filled with routine, it's easy to get lost in the smaller things. Still, even if it's not necessarily his responsibility, he doesn't know what their previous captains are going to do. He's never liked them much, and it's not as if he's ever come to trust them either.

The corridor he's in when he runs into Jim isn't overly populated, but it's become a less-traveled one given their current state of affairs. Steve doesn't hesitate to offer him his hand at the greeting, having stopped to check his MID for any messages that might have come in. (There have been too many to keep track of in the last several hours.) ]


Steve Rogers. [ There's a nod at the question. ] Are you new? [ He doesn't recognize him as a familiar face on the directory, so chances are high that he is. ]
psychadrellic: (i am concerned)

Medbay

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-01 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's not actually surprised to discover how vast the universe actually is. He's traveled all over the known galaxy, after all, so he's no stranger to huge distances and odd, interesting, never before experienced forms of life. It only made sense that there was more out there than was possible to see in one lifetime.

No, it's more the experience of the discovery that's the surprise, rather than the discovery itself. He hadn't been expecting to live long enough to make any new encounters.

Naturally the medbay is one of the first places he makes the effort to locate. Maybe also naturally - considering the circumstances - the first person he encounters there only adds to his list of questions instead of providing him answers.

Since there's no staff currently around to answer the large robot's question, Thane speaks up politely, instead.]


I've been informed the chief medical officer is unavailable for the time being.

[So is the reception staff, at least momentarily. They had been able to answer a few of his questions before they'd disappeared, but not all of them. Thane has nothing better to do currently, so he's content to wait for the time being.]

The receptionist was expecting to return in a few minutes, however.
psychadrellic: (status of collar: popped)

[ life on mars ]

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-01 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow, buddy, rude, this is Thane's secluded corner, he got here first!!

Not that he'd ever actually say anything like that.

Honestly, he's intrigued by the man's obvious skill at stealth, and also by that assault rifle. He spends some time carefully observing, weighing the pros and cons of making his presence known, but eventually decides to risk it. He almost senses something of a kindred spirit in the man, and for once he's willing to submit to his sense of curiosity. He's careful to make his approach obvious, and clears his throat politely before speaking.]


I've never seen a firearm quite like that before. Is it from one of the human manufacturers?

[Work work work...what a surprise it's the gun he asks about.]
armsmode: (ramble ramble ramble)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-01 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Most conflict comes from outside of the ship. However, my duration here has not been very long.

Do you have any cybernetics?
psychadrellic: calibrations (can it wait i'm in the middle of some)

[ medbay ]

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-01 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd come to the medbay to get information, but mostly seems to be acquiring acquaintances, instead. It's not exactly what he wanted, but, he figures, in this situation, meeting and speaking with a large number of people probably can't hurt.

Thane had had no idea human beings came this big. This gentleman is by far the largest he's ever encountered. However, he seems cheerful and congenial despite his obvious injuries, which is a good indicator of his overall character, and Thane accepts the introduction and the handshake without hesitation.]


Space, indeed. [The number of humans vs non-humans he's encountered so far has been...interesting. The fact that most of the humans are also unused to or even in awe of space travel is also quite interesting.] My name is Thane.
psychadrellic: (status of collar: popped)

[ observation deck ]

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-01 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thane has been lurking on the observation deck for quite a while now, quietly - ha - observing the comings and goings of all of the various people (mostly human, he can't help but notice), keeping an eye on his network device, and formulating a plan of action. He's approached several individuals by now, most of them new like himself, piecing together information acquired from conversations together with his own experiences thus far. He normally tries to take his time forming a conclusion about this new situation, but in this instance, with or without all evidence as gathered up until this point, his conclusion is unfortunately the same as his initial gut reaction:

He really doesn't like this.

He intersperses his usual methodical approach with occasional bouts of spontaneity - that is, he'll sometimes address an individual out of sheer curiosity, rather than from an expectation of learning something concrete.

The man with the antique-looking short wave radio definitely sparks his curiosity.

It's always a bit of a challenge to him to approach someone so openly, but if he's learned anything in these past few hours, it's that most of the humans here (at least the ones he's spoken with so far) are unused to encountering non-humans, and that his sudden appearance from the shadows is not conducive to facilitating conversation. So he approaches openly (or as openly as possible, anyway; it's a bit of a short distance). His physical appearance may cause alarm ("Wow, an alien!" is a phrase he's already a little tired of hearing), but hopefully his presence will not.]


If it's any comfort, communication devices meant for long-range contact are also non-functional.

[His omni-tool is useless for making contact with anyone in, say, Citadel Space, for instance. Which is disappointing, but not entirely unexpected.]
beautifulspaceraptor: (contemplative)

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[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-08-01 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Nihlus looks up from his omni-tool, caught in the middle of logging the readouts from one of the Ingress' panels off to the side of the portal. He straightens as the human approaches: greeting wasn't his usual role and he was usually hidden behind enough equipment that the newcomers don't tend to notice him. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle though.

It takes a moment to realize the newcomer didn't smell particularly human.

"We're on the Moira," he says, keeping his flanged tones as gentle as possible, although there was a curious glint in his eyes. "You've just been pulled in by the ship's broken Ingress."
fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
No. I was going to the development lab at home to get arm bracers. That's about as much technology as I'd need.
armsmode: (Default)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-01 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. I've been assigned as a cybernetics technician, so direct any and all people in need of repairs towards engineering or towards me.
fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-01 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I will.

I was assigned personal defense specialist, so... I guess I'm supposed to teach people how to protect themselves.
armsmode: (Default)

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-01 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Utterly unnecessary for me.

[No need to reject the kid so harsh, Genos...]
psychobabblery: (Default)

Rose Lalonde | Homestuck

[personal profile] psychobabblery 2016-08-01 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Old But Unfamiliar Faces:

[Somewhere along the way, she drops her wands. Maybe as she’s coming through the portal. Perhaps just after signing the contract, lost in the shuffle while crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s that her name doesn’t actually have. Could be in the Medbay, where the lights go blue and the machines go beep and she goes to sleep while they’re explaining how all of this stuff works. Not all of her wands, either, just the black ones, still oozing a little bit in her grip, muttering and chirping and fussing and meddling and enough.

At least they don’t cling when they go. She wishes she had a completely unnecessary treasure chest to store them in, and she couldn’t say why.]


Lights Down Low / Reuse & Recycle:

[She might decide to start talking in the hallways, where she says something along the lines of]

Have you, by any chance, heard of a union?

[Or perhaps, instead]

So I take it this brush with fascism is a new development?

[Whenever the ship shudders in the new-found cold, or the lights flicker on and off like a bug zapper in July, she’s got something for that, always said sharply, always without hesitation, always without stumbling upon a word.]

I don't know about you, but all of these increased regulations have me convinced that our corporate overlords have our best interests at heart.

[When she finds whatever serves as a mess hall, serving whatever they serve as a meal, she pokes at it with the spork and turns to her neighbor.]

I assume taco Tuesday has been downgraded to taquito.

[More often than not, though, she’s got just one word, which she says softly and unbelievingly and almost entirely like a promise.]

Really?

[Some people fight a war with bullets. Rose Lalonde prefers the delicate art of sarcasm.]

New Jobs, Same Faces:

[There must, by process of elimination, be a wall where the jobs are posted. A door where applications are slid under. A window where bricks are thrown through. A place where rabbles are roused. Perhaps the metaphor is getting a little out of hand, but the point, that Rose finds that place and asks a very important question without actually asking it at all.]

I'd gladly volunteer provided somebody tells me what a Ploiatos is.
Edited 2016-08-01 21:30 (UTC)