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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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takeitslow: ([Relaxed])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Normally he uses the first meeting with people on the ship to show off and confuse with his powers. Any other time he's notice the looking around, the telling looks and play it to his advantage. Right now Peter's more concerned with complaining than giving the new crew the run around.]

Because I don't want to get thrown in the hold again? I figured I should give them a few hours to realize how they're screwing up before I turn to complete anarchy.

[Peter gives the staff member a shit eating grin before following the other man. Didn't want company Andyr? Too bad, Peter's never been good at asking first. He flops down on the other side of the table. He watches Andyr eat with slight surprise, but can't find a reason to say anything. It's not like he'd ever paused to chew either.]

Though I guess our problem would be getting someone to cook the stuff after we take it. I'm betting the kitchen staff won't be too eager to make anything we're stealing from under their noses. And I sure as hell can't cook.
takeitslow: ([Down])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Very sturdy," Peter repeats mockingly, amused grin on his face. He's at Stiles's side in a second, poking at the back of the injured hand and then back at the other side of the hall. "If you broke it, I'm telling everyone just how sturdy you aren't. Taken out by the mighty ship itself on what I'm assuming is your first day. That'll really set the tone for the trip."
two_jedi_sticks: (What are we waiting for?)

[personal profile] two_jedi_sticks 2016-08-05 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"There's probably a lot he never got to share, too." A decisive nod. "We'll definitely need to have a talk."

Her mom's here. The family's trusty ship. And now even the man who got Luke started as a Jedi? It should be impossible, a phrase Jaina supposes is going to rapidly become quite meaningless.

She does scratch her head a moment, considering, before she suggests, "I don't think the Falcon would have been appreciated in the normal Ingress. How'd it get here?"
dancingblade: (10)

[personal profile] dancingblade 2016-08-05 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[the form and figure certainly lends itself to the female pronoun, though Fi herself did not particularly mind either way. Her head turns to follow Jensen as he moves as the rest of her remains stationary. It's only after he introduces himself that she moves, turning to face him - stop, reconsidering... - turning to face him before hovering forward towards the table. Fi scans the scattered items briefly before turning her attention back to Jensen.

She doesn't seem to mind the attention she's receiving... But she doesn't seem to mind a lot of things]


Greetings, Adam Jensen.

I do not recognize your aura, so I can only assume that you arrived recently. If that is the case, then you are likely ill-equipped to sort through these possessions. Our crew directory is varied; 'one man's junk is another's treasure.'

... [one particular item, broken into a few pieces and with a low likelihood of ever being repaired is lifted off the table... Or rather, it floats off the table as Fi gazes at it. Telekinesis in lieu of lacking any actual hands] However, it appears that a few of these items can no longer be returned in the state they are under the regulations of our new captain.
takeitslow: ([Whoa])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[Which does not make it sound any less insane.]

He's in the system. Or he's invisible and just screwing with me.
psychadrellic: (i am concerned)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-05 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you; I shall.

[He's pretty sure Magnus is the most conscientious driver he's ever encountered. The total, complete, polar opposite of Shepard. Although Thane has only heard horror stories about the Mako, thankfully, but he has had the opportunity to ride shotgun with Shepard at the wheel several times on the Citadel.

It had certainly been an enlightening experience.]


A Titan?

[Please elaborate, new friend.]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-05 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ andyr's a bit dumbfounded for a second. nostalgia is one thing, but it's been six years of hell since he'd been that person. half of what he taught, while perfectly good for those kids, and while it gave him a solid foundation, barely applies to his life anymore. but he clears his throat, frowning for a moment, as he thinks back to it. ] Well, we mostly did Muay Thai, but it was a mixed martial arts school. How to defend themselves. We lived in a shit neighborhood, so they needed it more than most.

The school kinda ended up a community center. They had a place to go after school, friends, people who could be family and support if their home life was fucked. All that good shit like discipline, commitment, perseverance. [ memories of some of the boys and girls he'd seen through the years float up from somewhere locked in the back of his head. kids who looked at him like a big brother, who always ran for a hug when they came in for their class. some he'd even babysat for the parents that had to work. in a distant pause, andyr wonders where they went, when he and his dad disappeared and the school shut down. if they found somewhere else, if they grew up happy. they weren't like him, didn't have the gene that damned him. they had a chance in the world. he clears his throat, going on about the rest. ] There were competitions and stuff in the region too, so they had stuff to work towards, feel like they accomplished something.

[ back when all this shit was just a sport. innocent. it was all it needed to be for them, flourish and forms and meeting challenges. it stopped being that for andyr the moment it became survival. ]

Dad taught me more. [ and a good thing he did. he may not have been dead without it, given his genetics were valuable to keep alive, but he'd be a husk of a person. he's certainly not the kid he was before the House took him, a far cry from it, but he's at least fought hard enough for himself to feel like his father might've been proud. ]
psychadrellic: calibrations (can it wait i'm in the middle of some)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-05 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
She does have a strong personality.

[Which is putting it mildly. But Thane is nothing if not the master of understatement!

He does speak his next remark with just a tiny hint of a smile, though:]


As I said, it's a bit early to know for sure. I'm sure the wait to find out won't be a prolonged one, however.
saveyourserpent: (look)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-05 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Complimenting Ocelot is definitely the last thing on Liquid's mind. Ever. But he certainly can't deny that he's good at what he does. He might be insufferable, but, well, there's a reason he's always involved in things, isn't there?

Doesn't mean Liquid has to like him. Or trust him.]


Oh, are you imposing a time limit?

[He snorts, pets his dog again, this time avoiding his teeth, and stands up straight.]

Better hurry then.
bloodbinds: (pic#9524397)

[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-08-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Oh holy fuck, the head is still talking. She stares, completely at a loss for words for several moments, her eyes wide. Her voice, when she speaks, starts off cracked and quiet. ]

N-No. No, it's-- It's okay.

[ Is it? He's a disembodied head. Swallowing, she sits up, watching him closely. Is she hallucinating? Is he really...? ]

Are you-- Are you all right? You can't be... [ A head. ] What happened?
takeitslow: ([Ask])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

[He twists around to look at her, chewing on his lip a moment. He doesn't want to appear too curious, but he is. He knows it, and he knows she probably knows it. He remembers the card, still sitting in his room back on Earth.]

Tell me about it. The school, I mean. I only ever saw the card I stole from the guy's wallet, but back then he said it was shut down. You go there?
saveyourserpent: (smirk)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-05 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[It's definitely answer enough, and while Liquid's not going to not be curious, it's not like he needs to know the story. That sort of thing's for people to tell on their own time. Possibly in some sort of speech.

Liquid isn't going too far into his own past, though, right now. While he doesn't necessarily hide it, sometimes it's better if people don't know all the details.]


Isn't there always? It's particularly sordid, even, the stuff of the gossip pages. [Or a whole book. He hadn't read it cover to cover, hadn't had the time, but he knew of its existence.] It's an interesting sort of career, I suppose.

[He seems pleased by the fact that the guy's sort of agreeing with him, too.] Thought so. They don't exactly ooze trustworthiness.
psychadrellic: (that's enough idiocy for one day)

[personal profile] psychadrellic 2016-08-05 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Thane has, of course, observed the man's cybernetic prosthetics. He wonders if Jensen is still adjusting to them, given the obvious care in his handshake, but isn't going to ask.

Once the handshake is finished, he tucks his own hands behind his back, as he normally does, gripping his right wrist with his left hand and relaxing his shoulders. He nods at Jensen's explanation.]


Understandable. Unpleasant memories do have a way of preoccupying the mind to the exclusion of the here and now.

[Oh boy do they preoccupy.]

Perhaps a change in scenery is in order?

[Wanna hang out with Thane, instead?]
takeitslow: ([Sister])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[He stares at the screen for a moment, tightening his hold on her.]

I'm sorry.

[That she saw it, that she was so obviously scared. That she was afraid now.]

You think he'll punish you for this? For what? Knowing that thing was once a person? Wanda, you didn't do anything wrong. And we'd never let them hurt you for it. I'd never.

[Not for anything. Even if he hadn't proven himself to be very good at that vow over the past few months.]

If they were upset over it, sounds to me like it would just mean they had something to do with making that thing what it is.
diamondhack: (I spy)

sci fi convention

[personal profile] diamondhack 2016-08-05 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[She hadn't actually expected anyone would be here. After all, her intention had been to dump her materials in the department and hope that it would all pass off for materials necessary for use.

The young voice puts both Isha and Q on alert. Q-11's ears prick in the direction of the door.]


Go check.

[And so he does, with the cock of his head. What Q sees, Isha sees, and what she sees is someone scrawny and short at the door.

Isha sweeps across the room to open the door.]


Looking for something?

[She looks very inconspicuous, what with a black prosthetic left arm covered in gold in diamonds, round sunglasses on, and a robotic greyhound eying the boy curiously.]
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-05 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ who the eff is this hobo scrub chatting him up in a dark hallway.

oh, it's tony.

who he doesn't actually know as 'tony', more so just 'lifeguard' or 'that guy I stripped in front of after almost dying in a swimming pool'. that right he's still not your buddy, punk ass. an unimpressed grunt comes from andyr, were he stops in the middle of the hall, not coming closer, but not moving farther away either. ]


Done fighting asteroids?

[ andyr hadn't really checked to see who bothered to do anything about that, just went to find somewhere dark and quiet to hole up until it passed. so long as alva, miray and val were safe, not his circus, not his monkeys. but apparently someone had done something, or it just faded out on it's own. goody. ]
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[personal profile] redrust 2016-08-05 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
I am as well as one can be, in such a state. [Which is to say: Not great, but a better than you might expect.] Thank you for your concern.

[He lets out a very small grunt at her second question, a faint smirk on his lips. If one didn't know any better, one might think it was a grim little chuckle.]

Why am I like this, you mean? Someone swung a blade through my neck - I would've thought that obvious.
fibrosis: five lil inside out dudes would look like (i wonder what his)

[personal profile] fibrosis 2016-08-05 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ the entirety of the newness is helpful in some respects - he's spent weeks now in hiding, avoiding the people he used to be trying to help, wondering what the next step in all of this is supposed to be. too long in his own head, too long with a goal but no purpose. he's never had that problem before, a lack of direction. he's not confused, he still has his drive and his endgame, he just has no vehicle to make it there. sitting stagnant has let older issues rise to the surface in the lack of any current.

so the scarcity of the familiarity and the entirety of the newness, yeah. a shock to the system, maybe not the same old current but an alternate one for now. this isn't just another form of hiding. it's not.

his method of movement isn't formal, but it is trained through experience. once the hold is out of the question he flows through the counter, keeping most of his balance only sort of by luck. it helps that these are older skills he's been more recently exercising anyway.
] You get your work assignment yet? [ before moving in to try and hook her ankle, knock her over. ]
diamondhack: (visibly unimpressed)

medbay

[personal profile] diamondhack 2016-08-05 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Medbay, she knew, would have to become her new favorite location. Between the sharp arm pains and the fact that she still has too many useful tools to leave in her room, she's already learning the way between this place and her own room.

A bag is slung across her chest, low at the hips, loaded with honestly who knows what kinds of tools.]


No, but you certainly sound thrilled about it.

[The most expression anyone would be able to see from Isha would be a faint raising of brows, and her robotic greyhound Q-11 curiously watching this person. Neither of them recognize her.]
hatesimprovising: ([face] talking)

[personal profile] hatesimprovising 2016-08-05 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash knows it sounds like the definition of robot, but he's had an impossible time considering them that. They just...don't come off like robots. Then again, he has limited experience with those, and with the programs in question.

Still. ]


Yeah. You're not hooked up to anything and I'm betting none of your hardware is compatible with anything here.

[ Really, the clunky monitor and actual keyboard is more like something he's seen in history books. Since the Moira is far closer to the technological advances from his own universe, this machine is no doubt too outdated to be able to do much, if anything, as is. ]

As far as a large-scale system, all we've really got is the ship's systems themselves. Might be a little crowded, since there are already at least two other AIs in there, but it's better than being stuck in this thing, I'm sure.

[ Another tap at the monitor, then Wash has both hands on it, shifting to get another look at the back for anything that looks familiar or useful. He's not a tech expert by any stretch, but he's pretty well versed in what to do with an AI and how to work with them--in many a sense.

Nothing really sticks out to him, though. ]


...I don't think I can do much, but I have to imagine there's someone around here who can figure out how to move you.
takeitslow: ([Annoyed])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh come on, you know back-[But she wasn't here when that happened, was she. He swallows the rise in his voice and takes off. It's just for a fraction of a second, just long enough for a few laps in the hallway to make himself calm down. He comes back to a stop in front of her, sighing.]

I don't think you were here to see some of the problems I caused a few months ago. A while back someone spied on my conversations with my sister, used it to- to threaten her. You can check the MID archives and see how well I took that.

[If the Pietro she knows is anything like him, particularly when it concerned Wanda, he thinks she won't have to look to know the rampage he went on.]

And now there's something in the walls, in the system of the ship and if it turns out like last time, who else could end up hurt? What other conversations will get listened in on and cause shit for somebody? It's a problem! A huge problem!

[The forced calm has lapsed again; he's back to a near explosive tone and twitching like one large agitated muscle.]
mylawn: (gurngbrlgll)

[personal profile] mylawn 2016-08-05 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[76 waits patiently for the kid to calm down, and to his credit, he tries to look as nonthreatening as possible. It's hard to do, given the fact that he's naturally very intimidating, and the visor doesn't help, but he makes an effort. The gun rests idly at his side. He maintains a safe distance, letting Frisk approach him if they want--though he doesn't really see why they'd want to.

He might not be very good at dealing with people anymore, but he likes to think he can tell when a kid's smile isn't a hundred percent.
]

You don't have to apologize.

[He's the big scary dude lurking around the dark hallways with a gun.]
takeitslow: ([Explain])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Peter looks around again, confusion growing.

"Wait those things work two-way? I kind of thought it was just for announcing, not for us to talk to the people in the control room. Or wherever. I assume they do the announcements from the control room," he says scratching the back of his head.

"But with the MIDs why do we even need a PA?" He's more or less just thinking out loud by now, looking up at the ceiling with a mild sense of being lost.
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-05 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Bothersome, perhaps. In that it'd been something he'd had, once, and a future he'd wanted, but circumstance, genetics, and society's agenda deemed it impossible for him to realize. Not in any way he'd wanted, at least. He listens attentively either way, eyes widening a bit at the mention of great-grandchildren.

"Holy shit, people live forever where you're from." Well, maybe not forever, but longer certainly than he'd imagined. Andyr's thoughts touch on a few others he's met - Steve Rogers, who told him he was well over 70, which Andyr hadn't really believed for a second by how young he'd looked, but he'd been from the United States. A nation that hadn't existed for centuries, in Andyr's reality of Earth. Or time on Earth, perhaps. Or Levi's Earth, that knows nothing beyond their walled up city, not even sure if there's an ocean somewhere, no idea what things like volcanos or fireflies are.

"What's it like? Is it Earth, where you're from?"
takeitslow: ([What])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-05 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Could have just taken one here. Plenty of beds, man."

Peter crouches down and rests his elbows on his knees, still poking at the mess. He turns his head just enough to watch Sans from the corner of his eye, examining the skeleton for any sign of harm. He was speaking, so it wasn't the same as J. But he couldn't be so sure nothing had changed from just that.

"Better, if you want honesty." He wasn't about to start talking about last month and the outpost, but Peter had told the man once he wouldn't lie to him. He was going to keep that promise. "But I'm back, and still kicking."

He smiles suddenly, turning to Sans head on. "I missed you, dude. If you want sap."