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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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braceforimpact: (08)

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-04 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
...

[Kaworu's expression changes. He doesn't stop making eye contact with Mettaton, but his look flattens a little. Just briefly.]

Is it that odd for me to be here?

[He has a right to walk around. It's about the only right he has.

Then he smiles. Weirdly. Almost ominously.
]

I was just watching.
deconstruct: (H)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-04 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ A derisive snort leaves him, and Andyr shakes his head, accepting that this is all they're giving him today, before tossing a glance to the side and the woman who'd just spoke.

Barely fill a rabbit is right. ]


Why don't they cut the shit and just start airlocking people? Better than slowly starving us out.

[ He's grumbling, as he leaves the food line to find a place to sit and inhale his half-a-bunny meal. ]
gladiumetscutum: (pic#10278047)

lights down low

[personal profile] gladiumetscutum 2016-08-04 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Always one to keep an eye on the new arrivals, particularly the interesting looking ones, Cortana doesn't miss the robot. With the power levels low as they are now and her only being able to handle two or three tasks at once as a result, a large portion of the AI's attention is focused solely on him, watching him through the cameras in the halls as he moves.

Eventually she's curious enough to actually approach rather than stick to observing. Watching is boring, this low power is painfully frustrating for someone in the ship's systems, and she needs a distraction already.

Off to the side of the hall, Cortana projects a small, holographic image of herself. It's blue, a single source of light in the dark hallway, and clearly in the shame of a human woman. Her projection flickers here and there as she fights the low power to keep it up, but she smiles at the droid and gives him a curious look-over. ]


You're new. And very different from the other robots around here.

[ It's stating the obvious, but she's fascinated. So many of the beings this ship picks up are so interesting! ]

Do you usually wear clothes, though? That's an especially unique thing, compared to the other robots on the ship.
morethan084: (smugsmirk)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-04 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Color her curious, and well, yeah. Which is why she followed after him, after all it was the only way out of the line.]

Pretty sure that's just as terrible.

Mind if I sit with you...?

[Well he's not Bucky, so what's his name? AND WHY IS IT THERE ARE CLONES OF PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP?!]
mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-04 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He all but stops in his tracks, leveling Lúcio with a gaze that--despite being hidden behind the visor--is absolutely piercing. This kid is...this kid is for real. Okay.]

No.

[Granted, he doesn't actually make an effort to stop Lúcio as he stalks off, but he hopes he'll get the hint.]
Edited 2016-08-04 04:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-04 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah...yikes. Mettaton is a master of reading the atmosphere, and uh. Subtle expression changes didn't mean dick when you could tell you had said something wrong just by how the room felt after you opened your big, dumb mouth.

Unlike Kaworu, he's not going to be tactless about it, if he can help it. Some context might assist in that, but...asking about it is even more a faux pas to consider.]


Not at all! You're free to do as you like, except that I believed the state of the lighting would be off-putting.

I enjoy people-watching often myself!! It's a good way to get a feel for the morale, and what others might require in the way of entertainment! I suppose...that last part is of more interest to me, but all the same.
accidentalqueen: (nope)

Observation Deck

[personal profile] accidentalqueen 2016-08-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he thinks it's a hallucination now, wait until he turns around to see the woman who speaks up from behind him. ]

I believe they would take a dim view of you bashing another crew member against the wall on this ship.

[ There are not very many women with clouds of moving red hair out in the multiverse, really. Clouds of hair constantly, restlessly rippling and moving according to both conscious thought and unconscious whim. ]

So I would disabuse yourself of the coma notion quickly.

[ Really she just wants him to be quiet, so she can study the view in peace. Forgetting— or simply putting it out of mind— that to the rest of the ship she's imminently weird. ]
pushed: (pic#9306260)

[personal profile] pushed 2016-08-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He should already know that when Andyr goes quiet like that, it's not a good sign. But Nick's just rubbing his forehead instead of paying attention, thinking about how tired he is, and from there he starts to wonder how much time they've got before the next manual reboot has to happen, if there's someone down there to cover it, what happens if the valves pop off. Responsibility can eat his entire ass, but that doesn't count as actual cannibalism.]

Andyr?

[Nick looks up when he storms off so abruptly, his posture definitely that of a man on a mission. Suicide or assassination - either way won't end well. He does eye the bowl for a second, but it's only a second before he's on his feet and trying to catch up with him]

Wait up! What's going on?
morethan084: (condescending/understand)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-04 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jesu-

[Daisy did not want to be having this STUPID argument with a guy she didn't even know.]

I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to say? Maybe don't just sit in a dark hallway.
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-04 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ They're technically having a conversation, so he doesn't find it odd that she follows after him. Besides, for as obtuse and abrasive as Andyr tends to be, he's actually fairly social.

Coming up to a table, he sets his tray down and gives her a short nod. ]


Go for it. And at least spacing would be faster. Death from malnourishment's gross as fuck.

[ Sorry, Daisy, he comes from a place where he expects people to be treated pretty much horribly, so he's sort of casual about it. ]

I'm Andyr.
alterplex: (55.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ A good majority of this flies over Venom's head, and when the row of responses slide across the screen, once after one, there's a moment where the soldier actually puts his hands up off the keyboard in a gesture of mild surrender, as if sliding his hands over the keys might just prompt the entire configuration to go up in smoke.

He's already reassessing his course of action when his thoughts are mercifully cut off, interrupted by a friendly voice (comparatively speaking) that saves him from doing more potential damage. Thank you, future roommate.

This still doesn't solve the problem of him finding it extremely awkward to speak to an inanimate object, but this is space and sometimes, you just have to bite the bullet. Forgive him for speaking slowly, as if he's speaking to a toddler.
]

...I want information. 'Domesticon Industries'. Is that an organization affiliated with this ship?

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-04 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shoulders slacken a little, but he doesn't drop his hands. ]

Well. If that is how it must be... I suppose we are only just meeting.

[ A beat. ]

Can you please stop with the gun? I understand the desire for caution, but if you know of me, then you should know I mean you no harm.
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[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-04 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Setting down her tray as well, Daisy moved to sit across from him. Barely able to contain her amusement. She could deal with a dark conversation once in a while.]

Spacing?

[She held her hand out when he introduced himself.]

Daisy. Nice to meet you.

...I think.
vuhlkantra: (looking at the sky)

Re: Exploring/Moro-ish area?

[personal profile] vuhlkantra 2016-08-04 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fascinating is a term Spock primarily uses for the unexpected and this jumble of exotic science - radiation and time-space distortions? combined? - easily falls into the category.

Especially as it appears to be mobile.

Spock studies the tricorder readings, fiddling with a few buttons. Already this venture on the Moira was turning into a learning experience, between watching the new captain take over, observing the other new passengers, and now this.

Finally done reading the screen, and distracted by the voice, Spock looks up. He's not an individual given to staring or unexpected displays of emotion, but in this case he cannot help but study the large... robot in front of him. ]


Affirmative. My quarters are on this deck. Zero-zero-nine. Are your quarters here?
accidentalqueen: (my lord?)

Observation deck

[personal profile] accidentalqueen 2016-08-04 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Medusa would like to believe that she has a good poker face. And on many occasions, she probably does. It's a skill all politicians would be wise to develop, and she doesn't have to like her role in order to strive to be good at it. But this place has been testing those skills to the utmost, and sometimes things slip.

He turns and— it isn't like the features are quite right, the colors exact. But the pattern is enough to throw her just for a second, her face falling open in the surprise of it can't be before she manages to put the queenly mask back into place. It isn't like this ship isn't roaming with doppelgangers after all.
]

Hello.

[ It seems like all there is to say in that moment, her hair regathering itself from the crimson cloud that trails behind her on an unseen breeze to pile against her back, twisting patterns moving as restlessly as her thoughts. ]
happyclappyhippydrippy: (hey assbutt)

[personal profile] happyclappyhippydrippy 2016-08-04 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah there's some time... thing involved. I'm just trying to roll with it.

[He huffs, smiling softly for a moment. It wasn't much of a smile really, and it didn't last very long, but it was his first real one since he'd gotten here.]

You did. And it's... it's okay. I've had time to work myself through it. I'll probably give it a little more time before I ask Cyclonus for details, but... God, I should have been there.
braceforimpact: (pic#10258277)

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-04 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
The lights?

[...ah.]

They're not a bother to me.

[Mmm. But NERV's lighting was quite bright. Much like the Moira's used to be.

While probably no less off-putting, Kaworu's smile is a touch less eerie now. Or at least less overtly so.
]

And what does the morale feel like to you?
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-04 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's some vague but animated hand gestures here, and a point to one of the nearby windows showing the black expanse outside that generally describes the act of airlocking someone, complete with sound effects. Because Andyr is secretly twelve. ]

Pew. Shot out an airlock into space. Spacing.

[ For a beat, he doesn't move to shake, but stares at the hand, like he's somewhat confused by it. He isn't like Alva, he didn't have a job, he wasn't staff. He was one of the cattle. They don't shake hands with him, they don't call him his name, they don't say nice to meet you. Hell, even people who do talk to him don't usually thing meeting his is that nice. ]

...First time for everything. [ he mumbles, but extends a hand to shake. ] Sure. Nice to meet you, Daisy. I got a friend named Posie back home, you know.
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-04 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
I tend to agree in principle but... from what I heard, there isn't much you could have done, either. Don't blame yourself.

[Ratchet's quiet for a moment, watching Drift with too-intense optics. His voice is quiet when he speaks again.]

...it's good to see you.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-04 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Apparently 76 is mostly unfazed by the threat of a furious young girl and her little ball robot, as he doesn't flinch--nor does he change his expression. He could very easily step over the droid, sure, but now he's trying to prove a point. He guesses.]

Get it out. Of the way.
poolhall_killer: (assertive)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2016-08-04 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure others will take the rest off your hands.

[But he's satisfied with his one small package of these thin mints. He'll have to stash them along with his pool cue.]
alterplex: (35.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Venom fills that prolonged silence with deft clicks, human hand working alongside a blood-red bionic to put his SVG back into proper condition. The process is every bit as mechanical as the prosthetic that he's wearing— efficient, seamless.

When Snake comes to a conclusion, Venom lifts his head and levels that familiar face with gentle scrutiny. Sharp, but with a sliver of acquiescence.
]

Lead the way.

[ He's not sure if the vague sense of reverence he feels for a man wearing the face of his CO, the real Big Boss, is manufactured or genuine, but he has no reason to keep up with pretenses. If things get hairy, he can deal with that situation as it presents itself.

His weapon relocates itself at his hip, jostling as Venom gets up on his feet.
]
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[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-04 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Navigation:

[ The lady of blue light on the Navigation bridge is the person most like home Yori's seen so far on this ship, even if she can tell the figure isn't quite solid. Would programs like Yori have some chance of learning that trick in the future, or is it only for systems designed to communicate?

Either way, Yori hopes she can make an ally and not a new enemy of her assigned task-partner. ]


Excuse me, are you Cortana?

[ In her Moira uniform it probably isn't obvious she's only a program, and the blue glow at her wrists blends in pretty well with the flicker from the holograms of starfields. Just as well, for the moment. If Cortana is an entire system, Yori's more than a little intimidated to imagine what she'd look like from within the computer. ]

I've just been assigned to Navigation. If you're not too busy, I'd be grateful for some help learning the basics.

[ ...like how to find any data around here without making a mess for every poor program involved. ]
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-04 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Why is it that this kid can unsettle Mettaton so much. He prided himself on his ability to deal with pretty much anything, and usually he could!

...Not this month though.]


The morale? It feels... [Pause.] It isn't good. It's been suffering, understandably. I'd think even you could tell everyone's in varying degrees of upset from...past events? And also the new captaincy.

[Mettaton takes another short pause, but this one is different. It's less that he's unsure of himself, and more along the lines of his own body telling him he needs to sit down and recharge. That always messes with his functions.

It shows in the way he puts a hand to his head and moreso in his exasperated sigh because he knows he's starting to sound hazy.]


Darling, would you mind if we took a seat? Not here, of course. I need to find somewhere I can charge.
alterplex: (58.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Talking to adults is hard, especially when said adult usually talks in 4-word sentences at a time. Sorry, Rose.

In fact, his reply this time around isn't even a word: just a low hm, one of those vague sounds to indicate attention.

Three more tumbleweeds pass before Venom finally opens his mouth again. There is a god.
]

—Anyone from your world around? [ Surely this ship has avoided the heinous crime of displacing a teenage girl and leaving her with no familiar relations??? Please let this be the case. ]