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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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greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even though she's trying to block everything out, she can feel the depression, the uncertainty pressing at her walls. So much so that she isn't surprised when Mettaton speaks to her. She hadn't heard the conversation, really. But the tone and volume of the words hadn't matched what she felt at all.

She offers him a smile, even when she doesn't feel it. He doesn't need to worry about her, on top of everything else. ]


No, I'm fine. I'm just frustrated I keep getting lost.

[ Seems like they both needed a distraction. ]

Are you familiar with this ship?
lostsymmetry: (domesticon)

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-04 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Listening is an improvement. Still, the mainframe doesn't miss that step, and any impulse toward a smart remark vanishes quickly.]

That I am. Domesticon system administrator, at your service.
psychadrellic: (that's enough idiocy for one day)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-04 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, it sure is lucky Thane isn't a rude guy!!!

There's no future tech on this guy, sadly for Venom. He's just your average strangely attractive lizard-man dressed in clingy, form-fitting black leather complete with both boob- and back-window. And tail coat tails, because he's extra classy like that.

He's left his guns in his other jacket, though, sadly, otherwise he'd return the courtesy. They did come along with him, though, so at some future play-date for sure!]


So long ago...Hm.

[David who? Sorry, Venom, if you want obscure pop culture references, you're going to have to talk to the Normandy's pilot, who sadly isn't present at this time.

In any case, there's no scoffing here, just keen interest. What in the world is going on in this bizarre place??]


It seems that the device that pulled us here is capable of bending time as well as space. I wonder how such a thing is possible...

[That's alarming for a whole buttload of reasons, none of which are going to be articulated at this time because this tag is pushing it in the length department as is.]
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ She jumps at him suddenly being next to her. Staring at him, wide eyed, she finally notices the hair color. Not exactly silver but white. And the speed... She takes a peek into his mind as he talks. She knows it's rude but she needs to know.

She can see the food he's talking about, knows his name is "Pietro", knows he knows about Peter. And he isn't a mutant. Then there's Wanda, his twin. It's all in a matter of seconds before Jean his pushing her food to him. ]


But you're still hungry. You can have mine.
sidecars: (use this power for good)

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-08-04 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Twenty-one.

[ Wow, fuck you, old man!!! ]
alterplex: (3.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-04 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ If this is Kaz's way of making an effort to lighten the mood, Venom appreciates it. It's always been the case that he'd spent those long tours in and out of Afghanistan and Africa with his cassette player in one hand, confined in that cramped space between sea and sky with headphones in his ears. Crossing continents to quiet music, listening to someone's acoustic rendition of Love Deterrence.

Maybe that was Kaz, too— who knows.

Venom leans against the wall, lets the cold of the metal seep into his tired muscles. The Moira is a poor substitute for Pequod, but it'll do for now.
]

A whole planet.

[ That's definitely more than he bargained for, and possibly way too much to digest right now. But for professional reference, he notes it and doesn't change expressions save for a quick quirk of a brow. ]

That doesn't exactly inspire faith.
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ His amusement is catching, making her smirk a little. ]

Keep talking like that and people will think you've been pulled over a lot.
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[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-04 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods, and smiles a little bit.

And he seems like he's lost all his nervousness. Talking about this certainly seems to calm him down.]


I'm in the hero course at UA, there's lot of hero courses all over the world though. There are pro-heroes and there are some who are specialists. Some of them clean up the streets of crime, and others are more focused on rescues.
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jean looks up at him and watches only to clamp her mouth shut instead of allowing herself to gasp openly at the push she feels. Something in her flares up minutely, wanting to shove back. But she doesn't, knowing what he's doing. Instead, she'll glare at Anakin. ]

Yeah, I am. Goodnight.

[ And then closes her door firmly in his face. Possibly with a little help from her telekinesis. ]
beautifulspaceraptor: (heh!)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-08-04 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry Shep, but getting alcohol means having to find out where the new bar is and Nihlus hasn't quite managed to get around to doing that yet. There were Rumors about the place though.

He takes the lead easily enough, although her uneasiness is quietly noted. At least this time the stand-offishness was familiar, somehow, unlike his meeting with the clone had been. This is a real Shepard. Her behavior matched up with his memory of her.

Goddess, but this is weird. ]


I think we've got mystery meat lasagna on the menu today, [ he says as they arrive, glancing over his shoulder. ] There's also a vegetarian option, but I think it tried to steal someone's fork this morning, so I wouldn't try that unless you want a mortal showdown with your food.
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Just the two of them occupy the table at the moment.

Jean almost manages to laugh at that, wagging her spock at Rose. ]


I knew finding a hamster in my room was foreshadowing of some kind.
disarmin: (<_<)

cafeteria;

[personal profile] disarmin 2016-08-04 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
They're probably still eating like kings themselves while sweating over how little there will be in a year if we can't properly resupply.

[Armin is new, so he has no way to know how true the girl's complaints are. But he knows what it's like to have little. Eren yelled the same way about having little more than crusty stale bread to eat when they were that age. It endears him a bit.]

And if they work us hard and feed us little, it's pretty difficult to have the energy to protest their demands.
harderfasterwrecker: (I am not capable of many faces)

EXPLORING

[personal profile] harderfasterwrecker 2016-08-04 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Whirl's traipsing along on Nomo deck when he notices the strange dirty organic thing in the hallway. Whirl looks left, and looks right, and he's alone in the hallway with this organic who clearly looks like they've got some kid of issue or disease or something. What the heck is wrong with it.

Is it contagious.

Huh. ]


What's wrong with you?

[Because that's of course the first thing to say to someone.]
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ His laugh helps her smile a little more. She shrugs. ]

At least there's a better chance with the two of us trying?

[ A beat. ]

I'm Jean.
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jean sits up in her bed when she hears the voice. It was the same presence as the one she sensed in the hallway. She looks to her door,

...hello? ]
psychadrellic: calibrations (can it wait i'm in the middle of some)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-04 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Jensen. [He nods his head slightly, and extends his right hand politely for the usual getting acquainted ritual handshake.] Forgetting the circumstances, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[And he's not just saying that to be polite, although he is, of course, polite. His handshake, if accepted, is firm and confident without any of that posturing, contest-of-strength nonsense some men get into their head is necessary when shaking hands. When Jensen mentions his light step, his lips quirk briefly upward in a wry smile.]

I've been told that before. I apologize if I alarmed you; such was not my intent.

[Sorry, bro; if you haven't read his dossier then you must be at at least friendship level 5 to unlock this tragic backstory.]
harderfasterwrecker: (take a trip to fuck you town)

Lets turn down those lights

[personal profile] harderfasterwrecker 2016-08-04 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Now that Whirl's aware of there being another wave of people on the ship Whirl is on the look out.

Which means when he sees another bot out of the corner of his eye Whirl stops, steps back into the hall and then actually resettles so he's standing as opposed to awkwardly leaning.]


Aaaaaand there's another one.

[Whirl walks up to Drift, waving a claw about and optic arced and paying very little attention to the fact that he's literally taking up the entire hallway.]

You're not the worst person to show up. So? Are you here to spread the word to 'chill out' or whatever?
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jean can feel some of her nervousness slip away at Fatima's words, breathing out a laugh, nodding and looking down at the plants she had been trying to clean up. ]

Yeah, that's exactly how they are.

[ Looking back up at her, ]

I've never really worked in a garden before... I just know the very basic things.
Edited 2016-08-04 07:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-04 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Assuaged for the moment, Mettaton grins more brightly. Sure, he's internalizing his own negative emotions, but if there's something he's good at nearly all the time, it's conveying optimism! So he pushes onward with his facade. Besides, he wanted to help new arrivals, it was the right thing to do!]

I am! Four months will do that to someone! Maybe I can help you find your way then, since being lost is not a fun time!! Where are you trying to get to?
psychadrellic: (i am concerned)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-04 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Well this just gets stranger and stranger; the machine's interior is clearly tailored with both the comfort and safety of a much smaller individual to ride inside, right down to the restraining harness.

Millions of years old, clearly synthetic, obviously independently intelligent...

...Maybe Thane's just having an incredibly bizarre dream.]


Of course.

[He reaches for and fastens the seatbelt as requested, and wonders privately to himself why Magnus needs to adjust the mirrors. Does he need them to navigate? That seems like a serious design flaw if so.]

I'm ready when you are.
beautifulspaceraptor: (contemplative)

it is fine, friend!

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-08-04 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ For his part, Nihlus just lets the man go, quickly stepping out of reach and holding his hands up in a universally placating gesture. Unusually strong human or not, he doesn't look like the sort that could easily outpace a Turian: if he ran off, Nihlus would find him. ]

I'm not interested in fighting you. [ This is his Spectre Negotiating voice, steady and calm. ] I'm Nihlus Kryik. I work down in engineering. You are onboard the starship Moira.
greyate: pls dnt (Default)

[personal profile] greyate 2016-08-04 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can feel him try to shove his discomfort away. Not directed toward her but what really lies away in his mind. She understands that well and nods, promising him she will respect his privacy.

But the "cat tree", even though she knows he's telling the truth, gets a fair amount of disbelief. At least until she gets to see it. His last statement makes her smile back, ]


That sounds familiar. The Professor's school is a lot like that.

[ Kinda freaky but also awesome. ]
buttmurdered: (i should do leonardo dicaprio jokes)

no im telling

[personal profile] buttmurdered 2016-08-04 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Leo doesn't seem to be too bothered about his eyes being closed. Huh!! What an interesting coincidence.]

[Leo continues sweating]


Twenty... two?

[He sounds uncertain, for some reason]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-04 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's barely even left the room when a hand reaches into his belt at the back of his hips, pulling out the shank he'd flashed at Nick for comedy earlier, now being much less casual with it. The blade flips more sharply around his hand, something like a nervous tick, but an overeager one. The kind you see before stepping into an arena. ]

It's not a mistake. It's never a fucking mistake.

[ 'Ingress malfunction'. Sure. The Houses always prettied things up in any official documentation - to the authorities, to the press, to the other Mice being brought in and told they'd be taken care of. His fathers death, in the newspaper obituary, read as an unfortunate accident. The wrong place at the wrong time. We all know how shady the Fifth Ward streets can be at night. Son still not to be found, authorities assumed he ran away, another orphan on the streets. How sad. Maybe Hapsburg will pick him up out of the generosity in their hearts and give him a place to stay. Muscles in his jaw work, and his teeth grind, feeling an annoying ache in his chest as panic rises with each passing moment. ]

Where's the captain's quarters?
Edited 2016-08-04 07:41 (UTC)
warandpeace: (He'ѕ dowɴ oɴ нιѕ lυcĸ)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-08-04 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[It was his song, long ago. Two sets of real hands playing music into his newfangled tape recorder, delighted at the playback. Something he still plays for people on occasion, but he spares V this time. Once that song's finished, he changes tunes.]

No. It doesn't. Especially when the survivors came after us, even though most of the ship's crew hadn't been directly involved. I ended up protecting a couple of kids the whole time.

Which they didn't care about. There were children and they wanted to go after the lot of us. [He says it in contempt, something V probably knows very well of him.]

Been doing what I can though, Boss. I keep track of the places we go, forms of currency we use, I've been stockpiling- speaking of which do not use the gold lighters in my drawer, those are incendiary grenades.

I've done a lot of prepwork [again] so now that you're here [back?] you'll have whatever you need.