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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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redshitlord: (It's getting close to sundown)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-08-04 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Decepticons, dude. Big, ugly, like to kill bots and humans. A lot.

[You tried, Sideswipe.]

Psh, no? But c'mon. We're in space! You'd be really lame not to be a little excited.
mttbrandlegs: <user name=xamag-undertale site=tumblr.com> (87)

[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-04 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
You did, and It is why I am pleased that you apologized. However, if you recall, I did throw a mop at you, and that was probably a little more forward than I needed it to be.

Of course, if you don't take offense, then apology rescinded!

[Maybe he's yanking Kaworu's chain a little there. But after all, what the boy had told him stung hard, even now. He couldn't be blamed for being a little...capricious about things.]
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[personal profile] clericals 2016-08-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Karen laughs at that, maybe just a bit too loudly. She covers her mouth with her hand, and looks back at him with bright eyes after she takes a look around to make sure she didn't disturb anyone else.]

Uh...no, I think their interest was slightly more amateurish.

[Amateur or Immature? The same, really.]

You seem to be taking it really seriously though. Med student?
whatshimadayou: (arin level grump)

[personal profile] whatshimadayou 2016-08-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
That explains nothing. I have never heard of Decepticons.

I am not excited at all.
alterplex: (35.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ It strikes Venom halfway through the song that Kaz is playing his guitar with two hands— an observation that's as obvious as it is startling. Some people might consider this a milestone moment, he figures. He's only ever known Kazuhira Miller post-Incident, after all.

The notion is enough to lift Venom's gaze from those photographs, for that single eye to follow the trajectory of translucent fingers over a vaguely familiar, slightly-battered instrument.

For a vague, unhelpful moment, he wonders if 'Medic' would have had something to say about Kaz's playing.
]

Regime changes usually are. [ Please do not point out the irony in this statement, Kaz Miller. It seems awkward to talk shop during this attempt at nostalgia, but thus is life; always moving forward. ] Fill me in.
Edited 2016-08-04 02:38 (UTC)
asafepairofhands: (surgery)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"You let Rodimus do your repairs?" Ratchet considers the weld again. "Was he drunk at the time? No, never mind, forget it."

He sets to work, resetting the weld as carefully as possible.

"You know how we fought those Caducans and a whole bunch of stuff turned to glass, then turned back, and I thought I was completely unaffected? Yeah, not so much. Turns out my spark chamber got hit--the whole thing was glass straight through. One good bump and it shattered, and that was it. I only just woke up."
redshitlord: (heaven in a ragtop)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-08-04 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Good! That's like, the best news ever. Keep it that way.

... dude. Lame. And here I thought you'd be chill. What with your detailing and all. What's that supposed to be, anyway?
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (:D)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-04 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[get ready pal]

Lúcio!
commontype: (12)

D;

[personal profile] commontype 2016-08-04 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Eggsy's used to the whole doubles business the Ingress seems to be pulling lately. He's still waiting for someone that looks like him to come out, but apparently he's not that lucky. The thing is, though, is that he's really good with people usually. Sure, at first glance he'd thought Andyr was Bucky, but you can hardly blame a guy.

But now that he knows Bucky's not the only one here with his face, it's easy for him to tell them apart.]


Long time no see, bruv.

[Eggsy's on his way to the vet's office with an arm full of micro kittens, all of them mewing and climbing and acting like they've got no sense.]

Remember me? 'M Eggsy. [He steps up close and presses two calico lumps to Andyr's chest.] They're like velcro. Carry these two for me, yeah?
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[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-04 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
I can see that. Just be careful, is all I'm sayin'.

[STOP BEING A SHITBABY.]
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (jamming)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-04 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Works for me!

[he'll just skate around her a few times then slowly off back down the hall. like an excitable puppy.]

Did you come through the space thing, too?
otiosity: (only one in kirkwall not crazy)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-08-04 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Besides. Just Hawke sounds cooler anyway.

[At first she thinks he's talking about her little magical lightbulb but then she remembers that she has an injured arm.]

Yes. Well "here" as in "this place I've been pulled to and not home" but not on the ship either. We were pulled into "another dimension" or something like that and we got captured by slavers. One shot me in the arm when I escaped. You missed all the fun, clearly.
alterplex: (52.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Let's be real, when attempts at murder are more often than not life's way of throwing 'meet-cute' moments at you, you become accustomed to saying 'hello' by pointing a gun at someone's face. Venom braces himself for a parry or a dodge, a weapon drawn and aimed between his eyes, but the inevitable never comes—

—instead, he's met with recognition from a face, a figure, that he's sure he's meeting for the first time.

(Please, for the love of god, don't let this be another case of amnesia.)
]

...Some people call me that. [ 'But you haven't', is implied. His gun doesn't stray from where it's been lifted. ]
curiousnotmalicious: (Default)

[personal profile] curiousnotmalicious 2016-08-04 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[An abrupt laugh bubbles out of her and she nods.]

Yes, yes I'm human. Sorry, I suppose it's not a ridiculous question all things considered, it's just that I've never been asked that before.

[She grins at him.]

You from Earth, too?
iseedeadbees: (oh huzzah)

[personal profile] iseedeadbees 2016-08-04 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Well I feel better now. I haven't recharged in a week because I half expected your buddies to kick my door in and beat me to death with my own wings."

Starscream huffs and crosses his arms, completely unsure where he should go from here. What's that thing people do when they feel bad about doing a thing and they want to set things right with someone they've wronged- OH RIGHT.

"But. Anyway. Sorry I killed you."

Man why does that sound familiar, where has Starscream heard that before.
wallride: <user name=albaaulbath site=plurk.com> (pchooo)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-04 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Lúcio watches the entire process intently, curiously and all around impressed...ly.

"Alright, alright. I can take a no... and, uh, avoiding maybe exploding you. That's a definite deterrent."

"I am. I read the contract but basically ran out into a dark corridor so I just tried to focus on helping people get to lit areas instead of stumbling around in the dark."
springlocking: (good to see you)

[personal profile] springlocking 2016-08-04 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh god. Okay, no, she can't be annoyed or suspicious with someone so...pretty obviously not a snake in sheep's clothing. She'll just follow him for now, slightly calmer for not being so alone.]

Yeah, I came through about...two months ago, I think? Well, it's been a while, anyway. Things weren't this bad back then.

[Then again, they were on a vacation planet and somehow got folks angry at them or something before??? She will never know the full story, she thinks, and that's okay.]
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democratically: (we can just)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-04 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She would die a thousand deaths if she could but save him one time, save him from the hatred that had clouded his eyes and made his gaze in to that of a stranger. Hatred that had turned him from her, turned him on her- Clawing at her throat yet her hands could find no purchase. A world turning red then turning black.

It hadn't been him, that much she knew. It hadn't been that boy on Tatooine who had provided them with shelter and let them eat at his house, who had showed her a droid he was making and who had risked it all. It wasn't the boy who had carved for her the japor snippet still in her hand or called her an angel. It wasn't that man, grown but not fully, who had looked upon her with such emotion that Padmé hadn't know what to make of it. Like a woman. Like something precious. How it had turned her stomach, but not in a bad way. No, not that. And she had denied it for so long, denied him, until the arena, when she hadn't wanted to die with a lie on her lips. It wasn't the man she had wed, who had so tentatively taken her hand with his false one, who had said those vows on Naboo and joined them as one.

Her own breath is drawn in sharp at the soft touch, drawn from those memories, both good and bad, and how? How can she tell him the truth? How can she say she has died? It was what he had feared, what he had dreamed about, what she had told him would not happen. And by his own hand, crushing down with an invisible force...

There is a measured silence as her eyes flicker back and forth, holding his gaze, yet...]
The war, Anakin... It was never about the Republic against the Separatists. It was about Palpatine against the Jedi. And Palpatine won.

[And she knows, knows what Palpatine means to him, although she doesn't quite understand just how far his claws have sunk in to her husband. It is not The Truth that she reveals, but it is a truth, a monumental one of it's own accord, and she isn't certain how he will take it. If what he says about Obi-Wan is true, then Obi-Wan likely hasn't told those words to her. Hasn't told her that he needs to kill Anakin to stop him, hasn't stowed away aboard her craft when she denied him the answer he was seeking.

And she loved him. Force how she loved him, even when Anakin had turned the full might of his rage against her.]
divagated: (pic#10312050)

lost

[personal profile] divagated 2016-08-04 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[It was hard not to be excited when she spotted Padmé. After so long, it was nice to see another familiar face, even though this wasn't how she wanted to meet her again.

But Ahsoka was hesitant to approach the woman, after what Anakin had told her before. She knew Padmé had left the ship, but last time, her last memories were from before the Clone Wars, before meeting her. She didn't know if that would be the case now, and she didn't want to throw too much at the woman if this was all new to her again (not that she didn't think she could take it, Senator Amidala was one of the strongest, most amazing women she knew).

Either way, it didn't matter. If she didn't know her, she'd deal with it-- what mattered more was helping someone that was very obviously lost.]


I'm not sure I'd go that far. This ship is big, but not that big. [She also has the luxury of being pretty familiar with the flow of military ships, but details.]
braceforimpact: (Über Sternen muß er wohnen)

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-04 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaworu honestly expected that Ginko of all people would be one he could count on not to bother him afterwards.

Which makes it simultaneously a surprise and a bit of a nuisance that he isn't--Kaworu turns in the hallways, staring at Ginko for a long minute without a clearly-defined smile to break the intensity of his stare.
]

What are you doing?

[He turns the question back on him--not angrily, not judgmentally. Just... the question.]
braceforimpact: (09)

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-04 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
It was just a mop.

[And not even a whole mop.

You can't yank a chain if the person doesn't know they have a chain to yank, MTT.
]

--can you do that?

[Just take an apology back?]
mttbrandlegs: <user name=xamag-undertale site=tumblr.com> (83)

[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-04 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Ohoho, on the contrary. You can tug away at a chain even if a person doesn't seem to realize they're being dragged on the floor. That's just their fault, isn't it?]

No, I suppose I can't. It was more of a joke. Though; I suppose I should be more frank with you, as you don't appear to have much of a sense of humor.

[Wow. His mood is picking up a little for a guy with as many hangups as he has right now.]
pushed: (pic#9306319)

[personal profile] pushed 2016-08-04 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Those kinds of diets are what kills people.

[Nick's sure of it. He read something once, or maybe just made it up in his head. Anyway, six years of kale sounds terrible and he'd probably welcome death after about day four.]

Anyway, yeah, they chalked it up to another "Ingress malfunction", and a few dozen of us ended up in this meat market. Can you believe they wanted to make Cassie fight to the death? Sick shits.
democratically: (I don't believe that)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-04 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It is a turn of phrase that does draw Padmé's attention, for the word choice is curious. Words have always been her weapon and shield. She is good with a blaster, but she is far more at home- or was- in the Senate, where what she said could make an impact. She truly did believe that many hostilities were simply a failure to communicate properly, for each side to take a step back and listen, truly listen, to what the other side was saying. It is why her brown eyes search out hers, although she knows little about this individual, other than a tickling sense of something that she simply cannot put words to.]

You have my gratitude then.

[And she did.

Padmé's own words are warm in turn, and she falls easily beside her, casually stealing a glance now and then. She reminds her of someone is the conclusion that Padmé draws, although she cannot quite place the name or the face, which does say something. She tends to be quite good at remembering both.

At any other time, Padmé would have already introduced herself, but she is frazzled, still attempting to gain a footing. Yet, whatever purchase had been made does come to a complete stop, just as Padmé does at the sound of Leia. Her own gasp is sudden and sharp, for it hits her like a punch to the gut, the name given to her daughter, and she is reeling.]


Sorry. It's just- [But how to even explain?

Her eyes draw up again, and she is reminded of Anakin, of herself, of someone else still not identified. That spiel that she has been told upon arriving comes back. A contract signed. Different galaxies. Different... times... But it couldn't be, could it? No, she is being silly, but-]
Leia?
poolhall_killer: (sympathy)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-04 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[They're both cookies he's never seen before, and definitely not like the ones Jim shared with him. He takes a chance with the thin mints.]

Thank you.

[He quietly plans to pay this man back for such generosity, even if it's junk food.]