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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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Now that is a sweet-looking lightshow. Holographics? Not exactly a standard feature for the droids in his facility, though more personalized models would occasionally pass through. The mainframe can't exactly return the favor, but he will slip into a flatscreen display a little down the hall: enough to show the asymmetrical blue shape of his 'face' for her to look at.

"<'Satisfactory'>? Hmm. I'd say it measures up."

Bad mainframe. Stop. Just because she talks like Arid... no, even that's not really fair. Whoever this is rates at least twice as polite already.

"Morale's not really in the scope of my new functions." The tone levels out before taking a brief musing note. "Though it is an actual department on the registry. I take it you're not a new arrival, though?"

[ Thane has him beat in the formfitting department. And to think that Venom thought his sneaking suit was tight enough.

Despite being thoroughly defeated in the wardrobe division, there's something reassuring about the lizardman's even-temperedness, as if events like the apocalypse or being galaxies away from your home world is a strange blip in the radar. After dealing with people who treated everything like a minor catastrophe on a good day, Thane's quiet assessments are refreshing.

Venom doesn't have an answer to the question, but he does venture: ] From what I've read, it's also capable of bringing 'alternate versions' of yourself. [ A light exhale through his nose, near-exasperated. ] Let's hope we won't start seeing doppelgangers.

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The basics are kinda out the window. I've been working gardens my entire life and I'm finding myself relearning half of it.

[Which bothers her more than she can say. It's not just that she hates the words "I don't know." She feels like it's a slap in the face to all of her mother's teachings, passed down through the entire Merali line.

Just one more way the multiverse is giving her the middle finger.]

My name's Fatima. What's yours?

[ There's a heavy pause on Venom's end, as he almost begins to tell Leo that that's the door next to this one (because he's in Nomo 24)—

—before he realizes that it is, in fact, him. He's the one that's at the wrong door. He's the one that is one door off.

God, today is Venom's terrible, horrible, very-bad no-good day. ]

...This would be it. [ 'Sorry' is implied, as he steps aside. ]

[ It's a bit of an inconvenience to have to keep his neck tilted back to meet that half-smile raining down from above him, so Venom pushes his chair back and pulls himself into a more reasonable position, body language caught somewhere between wary and curious.

For one, he'd like to know what the hell the kid is doing up there— but first things first. ]

Not much of a difference between the two. [ Sahara-dry. But it lacks the edge that it needs to be a biting comment, and only comes across as something slightly weary, quietly resigned. Even soldiers have to have a sense of humor about what they do sometimes, after all.

Scarred lips knit for a second, debating on whether or not to leave it at that. The fact that he doesn't is a rare occurrence. ] —Yeah, I'm military.

[See, the mainframe's pretty sure "programs in their own body" are the definition of a robot. Still, even if he weren't treading carefully to stay on this human's good side, he wouldn't be inclined to quibble over definitions now.

Not when Washington's dropping lines like that so casually.]

...

[Get you out. 'You', personal reference. Syntax presents a contrast with the hardware. Hypotheticals imply memory retention. Could it really be that easy?]

Ah. Well. I'm designed for larger-scale system integration, if you can find something compatible. Normally I can network out at least a little, but...

[If he had hands, he'd gesture to his everything. The mainframe's got no way to tell if the hardware hookups are missing or just past access, but he can't work them in this state.]

[This is definitely new. She and River can sort of manage, in a roundabout way, if they're reading each other, but it doesn't feel like this at all.

You can hear me. Wonder filters through the link. I'm Wanda.]

[So apparently he can deal with seeing transformers. He can deal with that just fine. But... He doesn't even know what species this guy is, and is intensely aware that it's not anything his brain had taken from pop-culture. Which is sort of how he'd been coping with this eclectic collection of aliens and people he recognises from comics and television shows.

He stands there dumbfounded for a moment, eyes boring into the back of Nihlus' crest before he's suddenly beside him, staring. At barely 5'5", he's almost looking at him like a child would.]

Holy shit.

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[[ooc: continued from here!]]

['Only a program'. Aren't all of them, when it comes down to it? Still, that's an odd way of putting it. And if her function is analysis, why such a detailed frame?

It's the 'system' reference that does it, though it takes a long moment to parse. At first he thinks she's just talking about her world, or maybe some local operating area inside. But when she uses the same word to talk about him...]

...wait. So you're saying you aren't usually external at all?

[That's... still bewildering. She has to have been installed in something to talk to her operator. And why the hardware upgrade now?]

Far be it from me to rule out brainwashing. They seem like they're trying to put out a trustworthy facade, but I could barely trust the old captains. [Anything could happen, and Liquid might give off the vibe of someone who's been through a lot.] That's more on the unlikely side, but you never know.

[He seems fine with the tone, anyway. Obviously the guy's listening, which he can appreciate, certainly.]

I'm an ambitious person. Maybe I can get my coworkers in on it. Maybe I'll put a team together. But even if I've got to do it myself, I'm going to at least figure out something.

[Or he could maybe ask his psychic friend for assistance.]

[ Again. The situation is eerily similar to the day he returned to Mother Base with Kaz in tow, endless streams of information and apocalyptic scenarios and all. The difference is that this almost makes Cipher seem like child's play— but best not to compare one catastrophic event to another.

What's remained constant is Kaz's knack for keeping all of their ducks in a relative row. Venom's almost tempted to tell his XO to ease the tension in his shoulders, to take some time to get himself in order before he launches into preparations for a man who's absent from his life, but.

Too late. All he can do is be grateful for his friend's ambitiousness, despite the apology that's laced somewhere in that sentiment. ]

Give me what you have, and I'll take care of the rest. [ This, delivered with conviction. If there's one thing Venom can be certain of, it's that he'll execute whatever mission he's tasked with. ] —Give yourself a break, Kaz.

[ His prosthetic reaches and places itself between Kaz's shoulderblades, patting once, twice. A silent I'll handle the heavy lifting. ]

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[Nodding, Liquid pets his dog, who turns his head and starts gnawing on his fingers.

Liquid's not surprised that Venom doesn't seem surprised. Ocelot just seems to be a constant presence. Hell, the thing he'd been most surprised about himself when he met him here was the fact that he was from when he was a kid.]

Yeah, most likely. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he already knows you're here.

[That's Ocelot for you!]

[She likely could retrace her steps to some place familiar, Padmé thought, or in the alternative, sought out someone who might be able to clarify in what direction she should be moving. As familiar as she was with ships, that knowledge was limited, especially with a ship she had never been aboard and her own experiences tended not to be on fighting ones- at least if she had a choice in the matter.

The voice did take her by surprise, as how long had it been since she last seen Ahsoka? Her trial she remembered very clearly, as it was a sad day for all of them. She might have not been charged with a crime she didn't commit, but she had left the Order in the end, not that Padmé would ever blame her.]

Ahsoka...? [Despite everything that has happened, and despite being somewhere completely strange and foreign, there was a genuine smile that touched her lips and her eyes. And she did move towards her, seeking to give the Togruta a hug.]

The displacement of wires and tools across the floor indicated either a lack of organized personnel or potentially rushed work with regard to the ships lowered state of energy, and if Spock had never before seen the Enterprise’s own chief engineer Mister Scott at work in troubled situations, he likely would have only surmised the former. To his great relief, the fact someone is standing in the disorder indicates something more along the lines of the latter and not the fact that the Moira has employed the wrong people for the work entirely.

Eyeing the cable which had been indicated to him as hazardous, he takes a careful step around it and cautiously approaches the man poised in the center of the mess. While Spock’s immediate fascination is in the structure and mechanism of what powers the ship as a whole, it is worth acquainting himself with the stranger first.

“The warning is greatly appreciated. I am afraid that I am not yet acquainted with this power system’s structure, though I assume you would be the one to inquire regarding it.”

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[ he jerks his hand back again at the lick, not really sure how to react to animal friendliness. but then, that's a theme with tretij: not understanding kind overtures.

there's a pause, then he lifts the wrist the mid is attached to, shaking it and staring at the device balefully.

don't like this, he decides, faintly sullen, curling the fingers of his opposite hand against it and tugging once uselessly. ]

Looking up from the shelf he is currently perusing, he runs his eyes across the man who had spoken to him, someone with a curious appearance that likely would have seemed stranger if Spock had not long grown accustomed to the varied appearances of alien races even in his home universe.

He offers a small nod in greeting and concurrence. “Yes, I must admit that the fact has taken me by surprise as well. Where I am from, books are no longer so common, and yet, to have such choice in this ship...” He trails off to skim the names of the row again briefly, to mark his place for whenever he returns, before turning properly to face his new acquaintance.

“You have not ventured here before, then?”

For now.

[Wanda manages a weak smile - thank goodness for the poor lighting.]

This is not comforting.

[ tretij gives him an unreadable stare from beneath his mask, but after a moment, lifts up one skinny wrist to show the mid attached to it. he's not happy about it, which is clear from the hostility still psychically radiating from him, but he has it.

the medtech seems to decide just calling everything done is better for his health, giving them both a wary glance as he records something and moves on. behind leo, the nearly murderous intent finally starts to ease, the air clearing as tretij's hands come down from his mask. he glances from leo to sonic, then back to leo, head tilting faintly.

after a few silent moments, there's a flutter against leo's mind, a sort of uncertain feeling of gratitude. he's.. not accustomed to having a reason to thank anyone. ]

[Newt squints, lifting a hand to try and stop the light from shining into his eyes. He can't see the owner of the voice. Wow. What a welcome. ]

--Uh, Can you not? Totally had enough seizures for one day, dude. [He snaps back, moving into the room to get out of being directly in the beam of light.] So not in the mood.

He has already spent considerable time looking through all the shelves and is now returning through to collect the titles he has found most intriguing. Happening upon the man, he is genuinely surprised to find he is not alone among the rows as his hearing tends to alert him to the presence of anything about him. A moment's pause shares enough to Spock, the stranger clearly being not one of much noise to begin with. A curious matter, but Spock keeps the query to himself for the time being.

While not wishing to disturb the serenity about them, one of the texts he wishes to add to the forming stack in his arm is just within the other man’s reach, enough that Spock finds it difficult not to take it without first presenting himself. It is even possible that the man may wish to browse the volume himself, and Spock would not wish to incite conflict over his personal curiosity.

As he is often quite soundless himself, he makes effort to make himself more apparent as he approaches, to at least hint to the man that he is no longer alone in the off chance it has not been realized already. Then, he speaks.

“Apologies for my intrusion, sir,” he starts, trailing off to allow the man time for reaction.

[ oh.. that was interesting. a part of him wants to dig at them just to see what happens, but mostly tretij is grateful that her mind is foreign enough that it feels 'quiet'. it's easy to tune out things that he doesn't easily or automatically understand, and he finds himself latching onto that peace with something like desperation, wrapping his mind slowly around hers to try to block out everyone else's around him.

the actual question makes him blink, struggling suddenly just to comprehend it. he's-- exhausted. it's hard to think when he's so tempted to just wrap himself up in the quiet and ignore everything else. his head aches.

health problems? discomfort? what bizarre questions. does it actually matter what he feels? he's spent so long learning to ignore the needs and complaints of his physical body that he doesn't know how to answer that. but.. it's just a reflexive question, right? something they ask everyone.

he shakes his head, cautious, ragged nails scratching uncomfortably at the skin around the mid, trying to get his fingers under it. talk, he parrots back in her voice, cobbling together a response from the words she'd spoken to him, to you. ]

With closer examination and a more intent interest on his part, he could see and probably imagined some of the lines of bitterness. It wasn't the same cold refined lines that came with the Fist of HYDRA, but there was a twist of skin over muscles and the lines of tension that now stood out plainly. He wondered if the topic of children and family were particularly bothersome to this young man.

He was convinced there would be quite the story underneath all of the curious questions. For now, he was intent on simply allowing himself to be questioned, and at this point, there was little point in dishonesty. His family history and that of his world would be such a waste of a lie, since he was positive that information could be confirmed through other sources aboard this vessel. Besides, the nature of questions often answered some of his own without having to ask.

He chuckled softly, intent on watching this look-alike. "Depending on the time in which one is born, it happens great deal to have multiple generations alive at one time. I have some associates who have great-grandchildren." He shook his head at the second question. "No, my family has had to move for their occupations. We still keep in contact and gather during holidays."

[Spock is quite pleased to find that there is live greenery aboard the vessel. As it often is, space is not the most hospital for plants, but his personal favoring of natural vegetation does leave him wanting at times. Overall, the arrangement is impressive. It is no simple feat to achieve what the gardens have become, and he appreciates that the area is properly lit for the plants inhabiting the space.

It is all so very curious and fascinating. He finds himself flitting from section to section in silent awe, and his mind is so lost in his interest that he does not even recognize the man dozing to the side until he speaks. When he does, Spock’s attention immediately returns to the present.]

Doctor. You are here. [An obvious observation, yet something he feels he must say, not only for the fact that the Doctor is aboard the Moira but also to address that he is in the same space as Spock as well.

And the Doctor's comment proves particularly difficult to answer well without further context.] I do not know in which manner I should address your statement.

[Or if it is even welcome, given the usual pattern of their dialogues.]

[ Snake watches as Venom works on the gun, noting both how dated it is and how familiar Venom is with handling it. It's not anything he wouldn't expect from someone who's meant to be Big Boss. Snake has to wonder how much of those skills had existed before the memory transferal and how much of it had somehow been instilled in him through that process.

But the whole idea of implanting someone else's memories into a person's mind is bizarre enough that he doesn't want to overthink it. Time to go.

As soon as Venom's on his feet, Snake nods and turns. The moment that he's got his back to him, he feels every one of his senses amp up in anticipation of an attack. It's never easy to let his guard down around someone, let alone someone as complicated as this, and yet Snake pushes past it and starts walking.

They move in silence, Snake taking them all the way to the bow of the ship. It contains an observation deck that's much smaller than the one at the aft, but it's quiet and undisturbed. It's as close to private as they're going to get and the view isn't half-bad either.

Finally, Snake turns himself back to Venom, arms at his sides, back perfectly straight. ] What do you know about the Les Enfants Terribles project?

[It is hardly an odd request, Spock himself having witnessed the rudeness, so he pauses and leans over smoothly to pluck the text from the ground.]

How disappointing to encounter such lack of consideration even in such a sacred space.

[He eyes the book’s cover as he speaks, gleaning the information as he does, before turning to poor fellow.]

I see that you are fascinated by the past events of this universe as well. It is comforting to find another who comprehends the importance of such things.

[He steps closer and offers the volume back to the ~~lazy~~ seated man.]

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