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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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[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-04 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess not.

But I suppose actions will have to show my intent.

I will take my leave, if you allow me to do so.

[ He takes a step back, and then another. Better to let the man cool down. If he knows anything about someone who's feeling threatened, it's always best to give them their space. ]

[personal profile] gluteusexmachina 2016-08-04 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alt-mode?" He echoes, leaning down to look at the kanji again. "It just says fast. Are you... are you fast?"

Ask a silly question.

"Cybertronian. Is that a species? Are you born of AI or something else?"
hyperkinesia: (theavengersds-0446)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-08-04 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bruce nods, inclined to believe Wanda, for the simple reason that he doesn't think she'd lie when it comes to something like this. After their last talk, he feels like there's a little more ground to stand on when it comes to the two of them too, and he would hope that means she's more willing to be open with him, if nothing else then at least when they're going through complicated times. ]

I figured as much— from what you told them.

[ He doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, though he can't really understand what would drive her to try and poke into the mind of a monster. But that's a whole can of worms he's not inclined to open right now. ]

Can you pick up anything else from them? Are they... can you tell if they know how the Ploiatos ended up like that? Anything about Caducus Primary you've picked up on?
onlytwoexpressions: (That's a terrible idea)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-04 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a mutiny. Several of us were left for dead...I came here just before we were about to set out to make our final stand.
hanzer: (no forreal fuck off macready)

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-04 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Adam gives him just the one – he's being courteous, not running a charity – and tucks the pack away again, retrieving his lighter instead. If it's an electronic cigar the guy's looking for, he figures he's not going to be carrying one of those either.]

Just get me sometime later. [Said with a dismissive raise of one palm.

At the rate he's going through his only pack, he can envision a lot of these trades happening in the future. If he's lucky, these planets they're supposed to be visiting will have 'em: civilization and space cigarettes.]


My name's Adam. [He nods.] So you can find me, after I find my way out of here.

[Hopefully to a more fitting position. He may not be a soldier, per se– but he's not whatever they're asking him to be right now, either.]
psychadrellic: (status of collar: popped)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-04 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy, that's a whole different can of worms...one which Thane suspects he is unfortunately going to experience directly at some point in the near future.]

...I'm afraid that will be unavoidable. The name of the Systems Alliance Commander I've been working with is on the passenger list two and a half times.

[There are two Janes and one Jean on the passenger list. At first he'd thought it was probably just a case of three women having similar-to-identical names, but after a very thorough stalking perusal of the ship-board network, he's drawing some altogether very different conclusions.]

I wish I could say with certainty that such a thing won't cause a problem, but it's a bit early yet to tell for sure.
braceforimpact: (Wer ein holdes Weib errungen)

[personal profile] braceforimpact 2016-08-04 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kaworu blinks. For a moment, he just stands there, giving Mettaton a hard look.

Mettaton... a robot with a soul.

(A monster soul?)

... needs to charge...

Like an Evangelion.

Or at least... an Evangelion whose soul is accepting the bonds of its servitude.
]

I'll follow.
arcreact: but once you get to knnow me im actually a giant shithead with irredeemable mouth (im an exhausting person to be around)

IM SO FCKN GLAD

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-08-04 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tony watches this spectacle in polite silence, then watches her faceplant, equally politely.

Assuming you can watch someone faceplant without moving to help, and still be polite. (You cannot.) Anyway. ]


Huh.

[ Not that this kind of reaction is new, but it doesn't normally happen around these parts, so that answers a few questions about where this kid is from. Two degrees of separation, it seems. He moves so that he's standing above her, arms crossed, observing the blanket burrito with bland interest. ]

Y'know, I've got half a dozen science-related questions about tasing Thor, not gonna lie.
hanzer: (no forreal fuck off macready)

[personal profile] hanzer 2016-08-04 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spirit guide. Goddess' chosen one. Okay.

She – "she" is what he'll go with – really only created a dozen more questions with that answer of hers, but Adam holds off on putting a voice to any of them. He shakes his head.]


No, just… Unexpected. [She's certainly graceful, in a way – somehow graceful and robotic all at once. That urge to reach out and try and see what she's made of still hasn't quite left him, either.

To curb the temptation, he walks around to the other side of the table that's been set up, putting it between him and her. On it is an eclectic spread of items – some sorted, most unsorted. Some even broken during transport to the cargo boy, judging by the microtools he's supposedly found and appropriated. There's been an attempt to fix some of the damage to those mechanisms that he can wrap his head around... With varying levels of success. He leans forward, both palms against the edge of the table, and watches Fi.]


My name's Adam Jensen. [Since they're doing introductions and all. Or sharing designations, as the case may be.]
psychadrellic: calibrations (can it wait i'm in the middle of some)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-04 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
He does hear the quiet approach, but does not feel the need to immediately react to it until he's actually addressed. This is a library, after all; other people are going to be perusing the shelves. He looks up from his book and over to the speaker, half turning to face him.

There are a myriad of reasons he may be being addressed. He could simply be in the other's way and need to move over a bit. Perhaps the book he's holding is one which the other needs, in which case he'll be happy to pass it along. Less likely but still possible is that the library is closing and that he's about to be asked to leave, which would be disappointing but presents no actual problem, or maybe he's been mistaken for a staff member and is about to be asked for assistance. Not that he thinks that is very likely. Non-humans are by far the minority on this particular vessel. He's met one whole handful thus far, and a couple of those have been crew mates, not strangers. Far more likely, given Thane's recent experiences aboard this vessel, is that the man addressing him has never seen an alien before and can't pass up the chance to speak with one.

In any event, he's sure to find out momentarily what the stranger needs of him.

"Yes?"
democratically: (seated)

[personal profile] democratically 2016-08-04 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[The whole of all his words are not known, but Padmé can gather parts from it. Corps, at least where she is from, are military, as is a brigade. The 104th is his unit, it seems, although what exactly that entails, she doesn't know. Naboo itself had no standing army, and the Galactic Republic had its clones while the Separatists used their droids. Other planets varied, but they had their own functions, she knew, whether fighting, intelligence, or the like.]

The circumstances could be better, but it is nice to meet you.

[There is a little bow of her head in acknowledgment of his salute.]

The galaxy is a varied place.

[The Republic- Empire- has been around, in some part, for many years upon years. It has grown and expanded, with much of it's history lost in time already. Myths and legends remain, although the truth, as always, is a fickle creature..]

I suppose if the ships work as most do, there is a specific region for living quarters.

[Although who is to say that it holds true here. Walking towards the direction he indicated, Padmé does give him a curious look.] Have you a friend with you?
fullcowl: (040)

[personal profile] fullcowl 2016-08-04 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
He can't help it, he looks behind himself. There's still nobody there, of course. He's just a little nervous when it comes to... most things.

So he'll walk his way over. "What's going on?"
redrust: art by kbearart.tumblr.com ([HEAD] Advice)

[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-04 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rude as hell, Saitama.

Fortunately, Vengarl can't really bring himself to be mad. He's in a pretty pathetic state - it's only natural for people to be repulsed by the sight of him.
]

...you're the one touching my neck wound, friend.

[Which is both a rude invasion of privacy and also pretty gross on Saitama's part.]
saveyourserpent: (small)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-04 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, technically he's got a whole half of his old team here. Except Ocelot was never trustworthy and Mantis is a lot younger than he last saw him.]

We're the ones with something to lose. Besides, secrets aren't so easy to keep around here. Might as well not bother in the first place.

[A smart idea? Maybe, maybe not. He doesn't seem to care too much, and he seems confident about it too. Maybe he knows something.]

I guess I'll find out if they start with the thoughtcrime stuff, hm?
asafepairofhands: (still)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-04 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"They'd be in trouble if they did--I put a lot of effort into reattaching one of those. Speaking of which."

Ratchet steps back and waves Starscream inside, stopping again at a genuine apology coming out of Starscream's mouth, his helm tilting consideringly.

"I forgive you," he says simply after a moment, then gestures to the berth. "Go on, sit down, I want to make sure the weld held all right."
wallride: (in the groove)

[personal profile] wallride 2016-08-04 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, and I missed it. Ah, well.

[lúcio shakes his head, expression saying everything about how he feels regarding the caducans.]

That's... awful, man. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Are you okay?
asafepairofhands: (no no)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2016-08-04 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet's optics narrow and he reaches down to grip the lower edge of the berth, dragging the lower corner out from the wall in one scooting push. It's big, and Starscream isn't exactly a featherweight but he's still a flight-frame. Ratchet's a grounder, stocky and solid and heavy, necessarily so to restrain larger patients and lift them when necessary.

So it's only a little bit of effort to grip the long side of the berth, brace with his knees, and lift, tilting it on two feet until the surface is almost vertical to dump Starscream off into a heap on the floor.
psychadrellic: (that's enough idiocy for one day)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-04 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Again with the mirrors....

This is so surreal.]


It's far larger than any I've traveled aboard, as well. The number of native crew members does not seem sufficient for a vessel of this size.

[Which might well explain why they immediately recruit newcomers pulled in through the Ingress.

Although that seems like a highly impractical way to staff a ship.]
hyperkinesia: (Like it's thinking.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-08-04 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bruce is currently struggling with the holographic table at the department, the flickering power making it shut off and reboot every once or twice. He huffs in unusual frustration, barely managing to bite back a curse, his current issue forgotten when Cortana comes into view just to his side. ]

That's one way to put it.

[ Tapping on the surface again —because that always works, sure—, he gives up for now, sighing as he rubs his face and turns to look at Cortana's flickering projection. ]

Must be even worse for you.
averagehero: (One punch?)

[personal profile] averagehero 2016-08-04 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[He will adjust his hands, that's an unpleasant feeling for the both of them, he's sure]

Urg, sorry, man. [compared to everybody on board, Saitama is not all that upset. Boros lived for a while with practically just a head. Then there was Genos, who was somehow alive after getting torn apart time and time again.

Magic, science, it's all plausible to Saitama.]

gentlemenpreferblondes: (And I worked at it all around the clock)

mero deck hallways??

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-08-04 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[The dimmed lights hardly bothered J as she walks in the hallways, navigating with no problems. She had been on Moira more than 8 months now and it only makes sense that she's been able to memorise the whole map of the ship to her mind.

Right now, she's coming back from the Cargo Bay after picking up the mail delivery she gad gotten last month. She's carrying a huge cardboard box full of the glassware she requested for her little bar project. So no, it's not the lack of proper light that's bothering her but the fact that the box is heavy that's causing her troubles. She's breathing heavily and grunting as she enters the Mero Deck, feeling the sweat wet her back. However just as she's about to reach her room, her feet accidentally slips and makes her to lose her balance -- dropping the box from her hands. ]
redrust: art by Rachel Saunders baruyon.tumblr.com (Default)

Re: 2!

[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-04 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[The head just watches her display with a passive stare. Not a vacant ones, though, as they follow her as she falls onto her ass in front of him.

There's a second before he speaks, but when he does his voice is deep and rough.
]

...I apologize for my current state. It is not my intent to upset you.

[He can't help but feel that he wouldn't have had such a strong reaction upon finding a severed head, but then again not everyone is as accustomed to the horrors of war.]
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-04 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Good.

[Do you see this face? The face of not caring whether you have to quantify everything to your own beliefs and experiences? Cool.

Mettaton's just walking now, leading to the nearest vacant room that isn't locked. Once he finds one, he takes a seat by the closest outlet, reaches behind him to tug his charge cord out, and plugs himself in. It's a little embarrassing.

After a few seconds, he lets out a sigh that's half relieved, half aggravated. Not at Kaworu, though.]


I apologize, what were we talking about?
redrust: art by kbearart.tumblr.com ([HEAD] Reluctance)

[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-04 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[As expected, the head blinks in response to the hands being clapped in front of it - the natural reaction one would expect from a human. Or part of a human, at least.]

...was that really necessary? My ears are ringing loudly enough as it is, after that spill.

[He asks calmly, although there's an undeniable undertone of annoyance to his voice. He likes it quiet, after all, and the ringing in his ears is making that difficult to enjoy.

Of course, after a moment he looks past the strange, veiled woman to see... a place that isn't the forest he had just been in.
]

...what fresh hell is this? Where am I?
redrust: art by axemurderercreighton.tumblr.com ([HEAD] Thinking)

[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-04 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[It really is. It's hard to describe how unnerving it is to feel someone else's fingers on your exposed neck meat.]

It is alright. You did not know.

[Kind of rude to pick him up without asking first, but Vengarl understands how these things go. Most severed heads aren't alive, after all.]

Thank you for not screaming or attacking me. Not everyone aboard this ship is so kind.