hownkai: (Default)
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!

I
N
T
R
O

L
O
G

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?


( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
kidjoy: Live version of the girl talking and looking annoyed ([Sass])

nooooooo shhhhh

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-08-04 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She stares up at him, taking deep uneven breaths.]

Can ya get rid of the captain? That'd help. [She turns like she's planning to stalk off, before she stomps her foot and starts talking again. She's upset and Anakin's as good as a sounding board as anyone else would be right now.]

They went in our rooms! Tryin' to tell us what we can and can't have. After they already went and messed with our food and the lights and sayin' stuff about our jobs. They went through our stuff. Ain't you mad about that?
grandpaladin: (let me bust the funky lyrics)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-04 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ja, they seem very insistent about it.

[He's finished wrapping things he can see. There are more superficial things he can't get to right now, but they can wait. So he finally turns to address the growling man behind him. And... quirks an eyebrow.]

[Well this is awkward. Should he know him? Maybe...? Has he seen him somewhere before?]


... I am Reinhardt.

[Probably the news. Had to be. That's the only place he ever really sees familiar faces anymore -- purely because the same footage gets replayed over and over again. In different languages.]

[Regardless, he extends a hand. He's not sure if it's going to be reciprocated, but he'll try.]
grandpaladin: (let me bust the funky lyrics)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-04 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Because this is the third time you have come to sit here, and done nothing with your food.

[Sorry, strange boy. The large German is very concerned. He can't help it -- it's in his nature.]
yorisearching: (wry)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-08-04 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Defend themselves? That's a claim that Tron would have wanted to test. Yori wonders how.

"Some people keep cats, I'm sure." Users must--as opposed to the programs written inside computer systems. She lifts a shoulder in discomfort. "It's...a long story." She's only a program, re-writable by anyone with a little time and expertise who chose to try, and she's not sure yet if she wants the people sleeping in her quarters to know that. But she doesn't want to lie to them, either.

In the system, bits might behave a little like cats, from what she's heard. Companions to programs. Not many bits stayed around after the Master Control Program took charge. They couldn't defend themselves that well. "What defenses do cats typically have?"
grandpaladin: (you can't touch this)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-04 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Unnecessary? Why do you say that?

[He nods.] Do not worry about that -- I will be careful.
grandpaladin: (I told you homeboy)

[personal profile] grandpaladin 2016-08-04 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Can I ask what happened to you?

[Some people are touchy about these things. Better to ask, than to just barrel ahead. He's learned that much.]

[As for his own physical state, Reinhardt just laughs.]


Ach, no. Don't worry. I can wrap my own cuts. It gets easy enough after all this time. [There's a vague sort of bow to her. A knight to a lady.] But if you can show me the bandages...?
disarmin: (rabbit in your headlights)

[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-04 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Above the noise of his own anxiety Armin can see she's also upset, her smile is not an entirely sincere one. But he's intimately familiar with those kinds of smiles, that kind of coping. There's a thousand reasons she might behave that way, the most obvious is which that she's confused and frightened but used to appearing calm and brave in the face of it. If more is troubling her, it's not really his business to find out. He commends the effort, she seems quite adept at it.]

Nice to meet you, Miss Amidala. I'm Armin Arlert of the Survey Corps, previously of the 104th Training Brigade. [Armin pauses, briefly considering also introducing himself of a patron of Perdita, but that was not a role he chose for himself. If there are any other former prisoners of the Maeve here, they are all likely trying to forget it as much as he is. Besides, having so many titles is a bit pretentious. They don't mean anything here, and Armin's not the type who feels they mean much anywhere else. He offers a salute instead, as familiar to him as breathing, his fist over his heart briefly.] If the world I come from is a planet, the technology and attitudes toward science are not developed enough to understand it as such. [Armin sounds almost apologetic, as if he feels the need to excuse his lack of knowledge.]

I think there's um, a lift this way? [Armin heads in the direction he's indicated when there's a squirming and a mew from inside his uniform shirt - he'd changed into it during the examination, chilled in his prior clothes.] Shh, Eliza. It's okay, I've got you. [He whispers into his collar.]
beautifulspaceraptor: (o_o)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-08-04 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
There's a feeling in his gut. A feeling. Nihlus doesn't say the name he as on the tip of his tongue, but it all falls into the place.

Her scent. Why the uniform and backpack looked so familiar.

Outwardly, Yori gets to see none of his reaction beyond a quiet nod. He's a very accomplished liar with a vested interest in keeping his relation with Rinzler a secret, unfortunately.

"Growl sort, huh? Well, I'll keep my eyes out," he promises. After a pause, he adds, "I'm Nihlus, by the way. I work down in engineering. If you ever need help with anything, just look me up on the directory."

Another pause and then, "... Want me to walk you to the medical bay?"

Maybe he can cram a warning about Clu somewhere in there.

[[ooc: it looks fine on my end!]]
Edited 2016-08-04 06:04 (UTC)
psychadrellic: (Default)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-04 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a good thing Thane's muscle mass is so dense, otherwise his twiggy assassin body might have gone flying.

Stil, though. Oof!]


"They?"
alterplex: (58.)

please, i am always here to wait for you!!

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tell him about how the Jedi train little kids and Venom will probably be a bit disturbed and dubious of how they handle things, let's be real (here's looking at you, insanely ineffective Jedi council). But that aside, here's proof that no matter where he goes, no matter what universe he encounters, the very pervasive framework of war and violence will always be the same. Unshakable truths.

Truth enough that all a young man will do in the face of a gun is shrug at it.

Venom's scrutiny ebbs, and what's left is gentle neutrality. A little downturn of scarred brows.
]

Right. [ HE'LL CONCEDE, ANAKIN... FINE. ] If you've seen one, you've seen them all. You pull a trigger, and the gun fires.

[ Thank you, Venom Snake, for this incredibly important nugget of wisdom. But even he realizes that that's incredibly unhelpful, so he appends: ] You said 'squadron'. Are you military?
disarmin: (mousy)

[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-04 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Armin tries to think of every bad scenario so he will be able to plan for it. It works, mostly. But people die anyway. He hasn't been able to plan death out of existence.]

Nice to meet you, Deku. Are you a fighter? A soldier?

[There is something searching in his voice, a cautious hope. Are you like me?]
heroicpose: (pic#7533730)

[personal profile] heroicpose 2016-08-04 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ If this wasn't Ultra Magnus, he'd think it was a joke. Sadly, since it is Magnus, the reality of it had to set in. Rodimus looks up at the ceiling as he tries processing this, his spoiler betraying his mood and drooping low. ]

It's not like we had a choice and well-- Megatron's been better! Everyone saw it. He wouldn't even pick up a fusion canon to save his life.

[ It didn't bring the dead back to life. He didn't blame anyone for not forgiving him-- he didn't really deserve it. But killing everyone associated? ]

Who was left?
mylawn: (Default)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-04 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, yes, in the ship. Super comforting. He doesn't lower the gun, but it's perhaps easy to see that he's making an effort to wrangle himself. His shoulders are still tense and his hands are still tight on his rifle, but he at least seems to be listening to the things the mainframe is saying.]

You're AI.

[He says that less like a realization and more matter-of-factly, taking a slow, cautious step towards the computer terminal.]
alterplex: (55.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
You've got an interesting strategy for keeping people out of your hair.

[ Which is his way of saying "now I am here, awkwardly in your room". Because that's what he's currently doing, awkwardly standing next to Tony's eggbed.

He raises a scarred brow, in subtle but not-exactly-concealed judgment.
]
fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-04 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Uh. I'm a hero in training.

[Not quite either of those things, but he's seen a lot of combat lately. A lot more than he really wanted to- but all of it was necessary.

His voice loses its wavering quality when he gets to the word 'hero' and he sounds much more confident.]
warandpeace: (We dιdɴ'т ѕтαrт тнe ғιre)

With a username like that I had to tag you with a warmonger named peace

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-08-04 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
☄ Lights Down Low
Whenever there was a new burst of people, there were always certain behaviors that showed up. Mostly the new people spreading out, finding their own (either people of their own worlds or people of like minds), identifying threats, knowing the layout. Of course, there was a few that just didn't care.

But Alexander was definitely exhibiting that "learn everything" behavior, even if it was subtly.

Kazuhira approached the man during his search, still taking his own notes on a traditional pad of paper with a very average pen rather than using the tech of his MID. "Having any trouble?" He checks, eyes well hidden by the sunglasses he apparently wore even in the dimmer areas of the ship.
mylawn: (hnngh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-04 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
I know.

[That's out before he can stop himself, though he supposes it's not the worst thing in the world to say. Reinhardt is famous, celebrated. A vigilante digging around in old Overwatch facilities would logically know the more prominent agents by sight. Suspicious, maybe, but not really something to dwell on.

76 stares at the hand offered to him, but, predictably, doesn't take it.
]

You Overwatch agents are hard to miss.

[Forcibly retired or not.]

GODDAMN IT FRESHY I'M GOING TO BED BUT I WILL STAY UP FOR YOU THIS ONCE

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-08-04 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Sort of?

[It gets a shrug, another one. He's not quite sure how to explain it. It's a strange situation even for their universe, let alone one where so many collide. But that collision seems to have similarity enough it seems. Slavery still exists. War's always a constant.

How disheartening is that?]


Back home, I'm part of a spiritual Order. Or they should be, anyway, of "Peacekeepers."

[What a resoundingly faith-inspiring thing to start that story off with. Without an invitation--since when does Anakin Skywalker wait for a thing like an invitation? (not in a situation like this)--he takes a seat across from this man and his extremely large gun. This is almost exactly like being back home.]

We're meant to find solutions to problems before it ever escalates to a military. Being in the middle of a galactic-level civil war makes that difficult. I'm a General, yes, if that counts for anything.

[Knowing what he knows now? It doesn't feel like it counts for a whole lot. But when he'd felt like the cause had been a real one? When he'd believed in it and the safety of the Republic's people? That title had mattered a great deal. Not that any of that is conveyed through his sigh.]

We work with the military. Guide it, at times. But we're not technically part of it. [No, it doesn't make sense to him either.]
alterplex: (62.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Private military force.

[ He answers without skipping a beat, single eye trained on his weapon as he slides it apart effortlessly, mechanical fingers as deft as their human counterparts.

In a way, 76's affiliation— or lack thereof— is a point of interest. It's common ground, in a way: the notion that their allegiances are mostly to themselves, and not to governments who so often forget that the people they send to do their dirty work are humans who cut and bleed.

Okay, maybe that latter bit is just borrowed bitterness, but still. Venom looks up for a brief second, blood-red bionic hovered over his disassembled pistol.
]

Easier that way.
disarmin: (<_<)

[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-04 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Armin is more or less equally small, and being rather careful. As a contrast to the brown jump suit, he's dressed in a knee-length sea green party dress with white lace details around the neck and shoulders, and dancing shoes. He'd hope creeping around meant he wouldn't run into anyone, but, here he is. Running into a girl his age. Well, not everyone's from a place that would find his appearance odd.

"A sonic shower? That sounds... loud." Armin wrinkles his nose. "Cutting down showering to once a week or less would be logical too - then people could take longer ones - but I don't see everyone going for that."
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jean was so focused on her tasks, she thought the beeping was apart of the ship. Same as the nearby presence. If anything, she's been trying hard to block people out. It's hard enough getting her own bearings. She doesn't need to be dealing with other people's emotions on top of her own, right now.

At the voice, Jean turns to it, surprised. The bucket dips from where it's floating but she catches it and keeps it above the floor. Looking back to Rey, ]


Uh, I'm... picking weeds.

[ She even holds the one she's holding up, freshly pulled. Not the most glamorous of jobs but someone has to do it. ]
alterplex: (48.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sixteen, huh. ]

...How old are you now?

[ He expects the answer to be "eighteen", or around that ballpark. ]
disarmin: (rabbit in your headlights)

[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-04 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
A hero? [That's not a word Armin hears all that often. Maybe in reference to one or more people, and they don't tend to refer to themselves as such. By context it must surely mean something different, since nothing about Deku speaks of someone boastful, but it certainly is odd to him.] I didn't realize that is something you can train for. Is it a job title where you're from?
alterplex: (34.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Still with Ocelot, huh.

[ DD was definitely the highlight of Mother Base for a great majority of people: DD and the Animal Conservation Platform. The two greatest achievements to Venom Snake's name.

If he doesn't sound surprised about Ocelot being here... well. It's difficult to be, when Ocelot always seems to be two or three steps ahead of everyone.
]

Not yet. Knowing him, he'll find me.
pleasereset: lulucampo on deviantart (Smile through tears)

[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-08-04 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[The red glow of Frisk's soul calms some of Asriel's panic, and it's a little weird just how quickly Asriel can recognize Frisk just from that red light alone. It can't be comfortable, having a body like that - especially having your soul laid out for everyone to see. And Asriel wishes he knew how to fix it.

As his fears start to ebb away, he doesn't hesitate in taking Frisk's hand. It was a reminder that his family was still here.]


Thanks, Frisk. I'd... I'd like that, if you stayed.

[He keeps their hand close, but honestly he isn't sure where he's going. Just had to stay out of way long enough for these new people to check their room, right?]

It's... really weird, huh? Everything used to be so brightly lit around here. Now it just seems kind of lonely. [And creepy. And scary. But Asriel leaves that out.] Do you get scared of the dark sometimes, Frisk?