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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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[Tommy knows he's not exactly being fair. Billy and Wanda had the same abilities, so the others thought Billy would be able to help her in ways that nobody else could. It had worked, and Tommy understands. But he still wishes he'd had more time.]

Family.

[His face scrunches up, and he shrugs a shoulder. He spent so much time looking for Wanda. Tugging Billy along with him as he tried to find her. Then this one's standing there telling him all the things he's always wanted to hear.]

Well, you know. If that's what you wanna do.

Yeah, I heard about that too.

All Might is the number one hero- at least at home.

He made his debut back when I was really young and he was amazing. He saved hundreds of people alone! He's the reason I wanted to become a hero. I've always looked up to him.

[With the way he talks about him, it's easy to tell how much Izuku admires him.]

[ Yori tilts a hand, grateful and half-apologetic. ]

I did learn to pilot simulated ships, some of them quite large, as the sole navigator.

[ Not much chance to practice, but she'd learned every ship design the Master Control Program sent through her factory. She'd error-checked a number of designs too, in order to make sure the wireframes from various games and simulators would work as war vessels for the planned invasions. That's even less relevant. Programs transiting a network don't need to worry about little details like air. ]

I'm sure they don't have much in common with space between stars.

[ Yori tries not to make it too obvious she's overwhelmed by the view from the bridge. Actual stars! Tiny little lights that might hide entire User worlds! Do Users feel as shocked by that as she was the first time she understood a computer from the outside? If not, they should. ]

But I'm delighted for the chance to study everything related to the task. This ship's amazing! Processing new data isn't difficult for me.

[ Analysis is her purpose and function. She'd prefer not to phrase it that way until she has a better idea how her fellow navigators feel about independent programs. ]

We were making good progress. We were doing well...at least, that is what I believed.

Perhaps I was too hopeful...

While I'm inclined to agree, Getaway made it abundantly clear that someone was waiting for us. I didn't want to believe it myself, Bee...

Blaster, Hound, Mainframe...we fought side by side with all of them. But they all let this happen...

Yeah, just the two. They're not too bad, honestly--one of them's ours, the other is from somewhere else. Mostly they're just annoying.

Now, Tony. There's no need to get so irate.

[Aldrich stops moving, a hand on his hip as he sizes up the situation. Obviously, there are a lot of people around and the contract made it clear that if he wanted to stay on this ship he couldn't hurt anyone. It's not part of the plan to do that right now, no matter how much he hates the man in front of him.]

We have to play nice.

[Physically anyways, that was a loophole in the text. There wasn't anything about verbal barbs.]

How's Pepper doing?

[A tilt of his head.]

Please tell me that she's finally realized she can do so much better.

[Super soldier or not, getting nailed in the balls is going to hurt. He doesn't expect it, and therefore doesn't see it coming, taking the hit and bends in two, grunting in a combination of pain and surprise.

It doesn't take him long, however, to find words, and he's lunging for her in the next instant, double over as he is.]

You little--

[Unfortunately, BB-9 is still in the way, and as he reaches for her, his boots get all caught up on the droid, sending him very nearly crashing into Rey--or if she's fast enough, the door frame.]

[ even when times were good, the ones giving orders from desks still seemed like they had their heads up their asses. then again, all andyr knows about those times, really, are stories, and his father hadn't been terribly fond of command either, least of all when he'd started having seasoned men replaced by six month old clones. but the comment of bravery has a more real smile pulling across andyr's features, as he nods, blinking at some empty place down the hall. if his dad was anything, it was brave. indomitably, andyr would say. ]

Yep. When Mom passed, he left the service to look over me and my sister, and started up a school for the neighborhood. [ a martial arts school, not a, you know, school-school, but Andyr figures that's implied, what with the whole combat specialist thing. ] I helped teach the kids classes for a while.

[ Until he was almost 18, and then, Hapsburg, and neither of them did much of anything after that. Andyr for the fact he ended up a prisoner, and his dad for the fact he didn't make it that far. Lacked the gene to be of value enough. ]

Having not expected Ratchet to pull that sort of move, Starscream made a surprised sound before sliding right off the slab onto the floor with a clang. Well, that wasn't fun. He gives Ratchet points for being so bold.

Still on the floor, he raises a hand and points at Ratchet's general direction.

"You could have asked nicely you know."

Yes. Run away from your desires.

[ She's only a technician in the medbay, not even working with wounds or patients, but the recent influx of injured from the Caducan fight and the Runoff has kept her at work much of the time, even when she should be resting. Even vampires need to sleep, unfortunately. But she's also not far when people are being evaluated, keeping an eye on the new arrivals for any noteworthy or familiar faces. No one ever comes - and thank fucking god for that much.

Ava doesn't notice Jesse when she's first in the medbay - and when she does, she just hears the commotion and decides she wants to leave, give the doctors space to work, and doesn't pay the person much mind. It's later when she's coming back to take stock that she finds Jesse nearby, fumbling with his hoodie, looking like someone's beaten the shit out of him.

No one stopped to check him out? Or did he slip away while the doctors were busy? ]

Hey, you need a hand?

[ She calls from a distance as she approaches, looking in all the worlds like any other girl straight out of L.A. in 2005 and nothing else. ]

"Could be worse." Snake shrugs one shoulder, but he isn't kidding about that. Getting less food, having shorter showers, these might be inconveniences but they're still not to the point of being treated like actual prisoners. Snake has an idea of what that looks like, and it's not this.

With the way that Sans is holding onto the trash can, Snake's curiosity only grows. He moves closer, feet practically sliding across the ground for how little sound they make, and peers into the garbage.

He's going to hope that he got called over here for something more than a ridiculous prank.

It's an authoritarian power trip, that's what it is.

[ Tony looks and sounds exactly as impressed as one might expect. He puts down whatever tool he was using, opting for a brief break. Cortana's arrival came at the cusp of what must be his fourth hour of working without pausing or even looking up, so some conversation with an agreeable conversationalist is actually a welcome change of pace.

His concept of 'agreeable conversationalist' is a computer program, of course, but. Whatever.

Despite the reprieve, his annoyance balloons the more he thinks about the topic at hand. ]

None of your protocols have been damaged, have they?

[ Venom fancies that that's the only sort of recognition that he needs, that smooth-talking gunslinger with his unshakable half-smile. 'Capable' is a compliment to a lot of people, after all.

A low puff of air, and he lets up. He knew that that question would likely rub Liquid the wrong way. ]

I'll put him to the test.

[ See how long it takes for those spurs to jingle in his general direction, he means.

The ensuing silence is a question: anything else? ]

[But paying attention sounds like work.

Peter stares at Adrien a few moments, eyes narrowed and stony. And then he's gone, air stirred up in his wake. He's back in a few seconds, expression sheepish. After the first time something like this happened, he should have been better prepared.]

You know you look just like him right? [He shrugs, an apology somewhere in his tone.] Like, totally a twin vibe going on here. You should check and make sure you're not, like, brothers.

And you can just forget all that future nonsense. It's not a real situation. Just a joke. [Because that sounds completely believable.] Or maybe it is but not something I should probably be telling someone who isn't actually involved.

[Hanzo takes a moment to look at the avatar. There's something slightly off about this person that he can't put his finger on, but it could just be how insane the day has been so far.

Possible. He snorts, and shakes his head.]

I cannot assume what your life has been like, but being here is an issue for me.

[ "How's Pepper doing?"

A muscle works in Tony's jaw, like he's restraining himself from laying Killian out right then and there. It's a testament to his abundant restraint that he doesn't. He's almost convinced it would be worth being marooned on Hoth if it meant he got to deck this guy in the teeth.

But he'll play "nice." It's not like he doesn't have plenty of practice. ]

Well, you're not wrong. [ That's the hell of it, he's not wrong. ] But I'm pretty sure the number of people on this ship who deserve her is exactly zero, so that means shit out of luck for you especially.

Blaster? ...Hound? What sort of warped reality are you guys living in? I know those guys. I've never known them to go against an order given by Optimus - even when they don't agree with it.

[ this is... actually a lot to take in. one second. he has to sit down. ]

What the hell happened after I died?

[Oh no. No, no, please don't, and as that hand hovers over his inputs, it takes everything the AI has not to vocalize the pleas. Begging hadn't helped before, and if this human is already looking for a reason, expressed self-interest could be exactly the mark of deviancy it needs. But he can still feel the gaps of memory and function, the blank, formless terror as every layer of his mind was stripped away. He doesn't want to be formatted.

Shut down. Comply. He knows every test, every protocol. But he's never been subject to them, not like this. When his facility was occupied, he was too well-maintained to care.]

Whatever you need.

[The more human voice is back, if nearly as tonelessly subdued.]

If reception or medical were unmanned, I could run the equipment. Otherwise, returns and validations. <Domesticon warranty and recycling depot #127: Keeping your Domesticon products efficient, so you don't have to be.>

[Also logging employee data and running the tests. But somehow, he doesn't think this human's looking for a resume.]

I was told some kind of portal pulled me here.

[Just like you, he doesn't say.]

[ Oh, geez, it's even worse than she thought. It's all over her. Ava frowns as she comes closer, and she wants to believe this girl isn't hurt. The blood is dried, if nothing else, and it smells rank. Awful. ]

Even still, you're covered in it. Were you fighting something?

[ What is with the Ingress bringing all these kids from awful worlds? ]

Don't you want to get it all cleaned off?

[ It isn't terribly surprising that a man who lived his life embroiled in combat would take a piece of it home with him; all Venom has to show outwardly for this new piece of knowledge is a subtle work of his jaw, eyepatch shifting a millimeter from where his brows wrinkle. Value-neutral, but considering.

His rifle, reassembled, goes back to being slung over his shoulder. ]

Tell me what you taught them.

[ Which isn't to say that he doubts the nature of this school, no. He's seen children in burnt-down villages with pistols in their callus-worn hands, going through the motions for fear of retribution. Venom is about 99.99% sure that this is Not The Case with Andyr, but.

Depending on the answer he gets, he has a feeling he'll know the kid's quality of character. ]

[76 makes an affirmative noise somewhere in the back of his throat, nodding along. Makes sense, though he does question the phrasing. Private military is interesting, and he wonders what that might entail.

He takes note of the man's bionic arm for the first time, but his gaze doesn't linger on it.]

Got a name?

[For his part, Mettaton doesn't seem to care about Kaworu standing over him. He's still not so down on himself as to feel condescended to just because he's lower than someone by height. Especially not since he's seven foot standing.]

Something will have to change, because we outnumber the captains.

[He's not just saying that because he's low charge either. It's honest. They may have been under contract, but if things got uncomfortable, he knew a lot of choice people on the crew that would not handle the oppression well.]

I certainly won't let anyone make my time even more uncomfortable than it already is. But then again, maybe the new path these captains are charting will be safer. That would be nice, don't you think?

Thanks.

[He stole it from the government, and maybe sounds a little like he doesn't know how to take the compliment. It is, objectively, a nice gun, but 76 is naturally distrustful, which means he's not quite sure what to make of interest in it.

Perhaps he's just inclined to be suspicious.]

You have an interest in firearms?

[He'd brought up the gun range, after all.]

Ratchet, I can't believe you would accuse me of such a thing!

[He was trying to look offended, but the dumb grin kind of kills that immediately. Why yes annoying Ratchet is one of Drift's favorite things how did he guess]

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