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( 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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"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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[His eyes go wide at the revelation, but instead of denying it, all he can manage is a long inhale as his fingers tighten a fraction.

She knows. And if she knows about this, about the "Chancellor"...that had to involve everything that comes with it. About him. His heart bangs against his ribs, thundering in his ears with a drumming noise he can't drown out. It's that fear rushing right back in, yet another confirmation piled on a whole mountain of evidence and personal experience, and--

She's sparing him. She has to know. That trepidation is suddenly so clear. Reminiscent, even, of her son's. So, why?]

I know.

[It's quiet. Frustrated that once again he's failed to stop it somehow. Scared that this confirmation happens again and again and--]

I should have-- I--

[His hands drop when the words catch in his throat.]

[Drift's absolutely going to blame himself anyway, but he gives Ratchet a little nod. That super serious look on Ratchet's face makes him chuckle, and he reaches out to give his shoulder a little shake.]

It's good to see you, too. And relax, you're practically radiating stressful energies.

[Given all that he's seen in the past couple of weeks, Adam would be hard-pressed to completely dismiss even the most unhinged of paranoid rants. Everything he hears is always taken with a grain of salt, but– he's more receptive than he might seem.]

When they start locking people up for thoughtcrime, you'd better be prepared. [His tone's wry. This guy certainly talks a big talk, comes off as someone who's used to being listened to (and not without reason – Adam's listening, isn't he?)

The talk's of interest to him, at least– and that's pretty much the one reason he's even bothering to give this guy the time of day. The info practically gathers itself.]

Kind of ambitious for a one-man operation, isn't it? [And, almost as an afterthought:] Even with your resources.

[Whoops okay defaulting back to those ceiling speakers. The mainframe would really rather not get the room shot up, but he's fairly sure that wouldn't kill him. That console, on the other hand, is all he's got of his facility. He has to keep it online.]

I'm in the ship.

[It's not really a lie. The words come quickly, but the AI keeps his voice calm and even, with only the slightest rush of stress.]

Just uploaded today. The local powers-that-be gave me this room assignment-- nice thought, if a little redundant.

Really.

[ This 'really' is loaded with one of those quiet, patient mms— the patented 'your strict uncle who's looking at your shitty macaroni art project and is trying to be nice about it' tone. ]

"How do you know? I could drop dead just thinking about it," Starscream retorts with a smug expression.

He doesn't move though. Not even an inch. Ratchet is going to have to do more than yell to get him off the berth. But he doesn't argue, he just ignores demand all together.

Yes, really. I've been taking down old bastards like you twice your size since I was sixteen.

[ So there, bitch. ]

[She's just about to pull her hand back, when he actually reaches out.]

Let me guess. You're pretty familiar with space wherever you've come from?

[Daisy laughs at that. Posie sounds like a way more interesting name than Daisy.]

Flower names are pretty cool.

[Digging into her 'meal', Daisy tried to pace herself but she was starving right now.]

Never heard the name Andyr before. I like it.

Someone has to find all of this funny. We had to entertain ourselves somehow when the lights when out as children. And yes, the lights still do go out in the future, before you ask.

[And indeed, she does stroll right up to him. Q wags his tail and barks at Nate once, lighting up blue for a brief moment.]

Someone's happy to see you.

[The cannon rests vertically on the ground as he, too, takes a closer look at this new crewmate with some internal scanners of his own.]

Ah, you must be our new Research Technician, or perhaps the Chronicler. Your file came in to the Personnel database just recently.

[Organics could look so similar at times, so it didn't help when they shared names. At least his own kind knew to adopt a moniker or a new paint job to avoid confusion, but such was the life of a cybertronian Personnel Officer on a human ship.]

To answer your question, yes, I happen to be staying in the next room over - or the next three, if you want to be technical.

[You totally said it out loud, dude. Luckily, 76 isn't really judging, because he's supposed to be dead, too--not that he's actually going to say any of that. It is, however, difficult to tell what he thinks about all this, given the fact that his face isn't visible.

Apparently this is interesting enough to get him to come to a stop, and he shifts his weight, hefting the rifle at the mention of it.]

Thought it could use some air.

[76 is almost painfully dry when he speaks, but it's supposed to be a joke. Maybe.]

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Can't imagine why. [Said with none-too-subtle wryness– because yeah, the arsenal definitely doesn't go unnoticed. And if the guy's enhancements aren't just for show, Adam suspects that there are a lot more ways he can cause some damage if he wants to, ways that aren't immediately apparent.

A thought occurs to him, and a faint frown creeps onto his normally neutral features.] How long were you sitting up there?

[Surprisingly coy, Lúcio. Buddy. Friend.

Adam acquiesces, the prospect of a pick-me-up too appealing to ignore. But while Lúcio's thinking something cool and icy, what he's got in mind goes down burning. He lets him lead the way onwards.]

Even if they don't, I'm sure we can figure something out between the two of us. [His tone is, unsurprisingly, deadpan.] Didn't come this far to be stumped by ice cubes.

They imply our coming here is a mistake - if they know so little about how to fix their own machines or control them, I'm surprised things aren't worse. There are so many things that can go wrong on a vessel of this size, and that's without considering the part where we're in an airless vacuum that will suck us all out or crush us with the slightest malfunction.

[That's Armin, ever-cheerful.]

I'm Armin, by the way. Soon to be the Fine Arts Instructor, apparently.

[There's a little something about Miller that's never completely grown up. Always an element of, "Look, I'm doing a thing! Be proud of me!" that he always wants people to notice, even if he can't cognizantly pinpoint that's what he's actually wanting.]

[In a small moment of playing an old song with new hands in front of a person that only has seen him play before in muddled memory, he really just wants Snake to be proud of him. But is to ridiculously ignorant of himself to realize that's what he wants.]

[But hey, free song.]

The old captains obviously weren't a part of a formal crew. According to them, they found the ship and as of the laws of this region it gave them claim and precedence. Even if it used to belong to these captains, it's technically theirs now.

But... we were attacked very recently because of a theft these last captains were probably behind. Happened before my time, but the situation became so complicated a whole planet was destroyed.

[Which is slightly more vexing than a few extra Snakes.]

They came through the Ingress on their own. They know how it works - they can even turn it on and off.

[At least the old captains had the excuse of ignorance - the claim that they didn't understand the Ingress any more than anyone else did. Whe the r you believed them or not, there was a sense that everyone was just... stuck with each other until things got fixed, and the captains were just trying to make things work as best as they could. ]

Worst of all, they think this ship is their's. They just showed up and we were on board. How do we know they're not just going to bring in more of their group when they can, and get rid of us as soon as they don't need us anymore?

[Less and less in all of this fuss, he finds himself wanting to pull away from the flight deck. It's less useful when the Moira is flying like this, but transports don't fix themselves. (Especially not after the last couple of months.)

Unfortunately, he can't do that all hours of the day. And lately, sacrificing sleep hasn't been much of an option. It's not unreasonable that he'd run into any of the new arrivals between the flight deck and his place in the barracks (in fact, that seems to happen far too often for logic).

But of all of them he's come across, few have looked quite so intense. Though focused on what, he can't really tell. The technology is nothing he recognizes, and of everything, that's the strangest part.]

You do know there's nothing out here?

[~~Unless there is? How could he have not noticed that?~~]

[This is weird.

Normally he'd be a little wary of strange, unknown entities offering him their assistance– but it isn't as if the pile of junk over there is getting any smaller. What does he have to lose, really?]

... Sure. [He finally says, at length. Adam can keep most of the dubiousness out of his tone, but he has less luck with the rest of him – the way he stares, brows knit, isn't up to his usual standards of subtlety.

A pause.] Don't take this the wrong way, but– what are you?

[This isn't something like a wizard or an alien. At least those are ideas he can parse. Unless his guess is true – that this is an AI he's dealing with – he's got no roadmap for whatever this thing is.]

[On the contrary--it's because he knows Genji that he keeps the gun up. There's still the possibility that this is just some kind of elaborate hallucination or simulation meant to compromise him. He can't trust any of this, least of all people he thinks he used to know.

And even it if is real, 76 knows about the Recall. Knows that it's probably only a matter of time before he catches the attention of some kind of reformed Overwatch, before they go after him to assess his motives, and either recruit him or put a stop to his activities. Of course, all that is moot if he's really in space, but he's not going to discount the possibility.

So no, he's not going to stop with the gun.]

Can't exactly be sure of that, can I?

N-no!

No dude, I'm good! See? No harm done!

Uh. Sorry? You just kinda poofed. In the middle of the hallway.

"They'll understand what it's like to show up alone in a strange place, by the look of it," she agrees.

Users are supposed to look out for their smaller ones in particular, aren't they? It's been a little hard to tell. Most of Yori's contact with humans took place while everyone was trapped in a high school where people died.

Once he finds people who can protect him, he probably won't need a program's company, though she might try to check back later and make sure he's okay.

[Well, he knows that sort of frustration at least. He can feel it coming off in waves, even if he's not sure where exactly it's centered (he can wager a decent guess: the entire ship is in turmoil right now, and the last month hasn't helped).]

Am I in the way, or do you want some help?

[It doesn't matter what it is. When she's damn near shaking, it can't matter what it is.]

"It could be better, yes... but look at where we are!"

As he sets Genji down. It's not as carefully as it probably should be, but oh well. Genji can handle a little wobbling right? This way, he can better gesture at the halls around them.

"We are in space!"

What's the range on it?

[But before he gets a response, he makes a loose gesture in the air.] There's a shooting range and the Training Sim room. It can handle weapons like that. If you're interested in keeping practiced with smart AIs.

They're not bad.

[But sometimes well... they're AIs. Considering how he does business? He's not about to say a word about how it was acquired, even if he knew.]

[He listens and... wow, he's never been more nervous to be on a ship- or met anybody who had that much pessimism in them.]

Uh...

I'm... I'm Deku. I'm one of the personal defense specialists.

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