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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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thisavrou_log2016-08-01 12:13 am
Venom | Guilty Gear | OTA
The Moira's not leaving a good impression so far. The lights were barely on, and if it wasn't for the new uniform, Venom's injury would be glowing like a beacon. One day he's going to find a way to heal that damn thing. It no longer hurt, but it was still rather vexing.
After the most unsatisfying bath ever, Venom reported to his station for his first shift. It takes him a little while longer because of the lack of lighting. The higher-ups were fortunate that he had sharper-than-average vision. He huffed and gathered his equipment, ready for... sigh... facilitating the windows... At least it would keep his mind occupied. Otherwise he'd be dwelling on his final mission.
[Reuse and Recycle - Mero]
If this was his next life, it's rather annoying.
Venom's no stranger to roughing it, but ever since taking over the Guild, he's grown accustomed to certain luxuries. Mostly the less restrictive meals and more downtime with his books. His training was more extensive as well. He didn't sit on that long as he noticed some people chucking out several objects. Only a handful were going to cargo bay. Then he overheard them barking about taking anything they deemed frivolous.
They wouldn't dare-!
He immediately lifted his mattress and shoved his cue case underneath it. The shape of the unusual bed made it difficult, but once he smoothed it out, it looked like nothing had happened. If they asked questions, he would answer as honestly as possible. But if they touched that case, they would answer to him.
Once it was stashed away, he did a little exploring as the purge continued.
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Snack Purge
Hey, man, candy bar? [it's Space Brand pseudo chocolate, but Saitama had grabbed a few back in the days of the free-for-all Mess Hall and they were decent. The real question is; Will you accept candy from a strange, bald man?]
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But he's quietly wondering if that entire bag is full of candy. How could one person stash away so much?]
I appreciate the offer, but I must decline.
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I got chips and cookies, too. Figured I'd give it away before they take it. [they implying some vague authority, since Saitama very much doubts the Captains' themselves are coming for his snack-stash]
You just get here?
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So much for that idea.]
Yes, I did. Do they normally purge your personal items?
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Not happened before, though. Think it's those new Captains that shut the lights off.
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[Because he's arrived at one hell of a time. The chaos is messing with his delicate senses.]
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[That's quite disturbing. A bit more than the strange chocolate snack he's munching on.]
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Seems like it's out of commission for now.
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[But probably not if it's broken down before.]
Have you lived here long, sir?
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Saitama, then. My name is Venom. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier.
[Because strangers with candy and all.]
I suppose meeting with these new captains is out of the question, considering the way they're already treating us.
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Reuse and Recycle
He hasn't said much to his new roommate yet, but he does raise an eyebrow when he sees him suddenly stashing something under his mattress.]
...Might wanna stick around until they've gone. Not sure if they'll check under there or not.
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That would certainly cause a fight.
It doesn't help that he's quite possibly the worst liar in the world.]
I suppose it won't hurt to keep an eye on them while they search. Are you familiar with these captains?
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No. They just showed up, same way as everybody else.
[And he's just as unhappy with all these changes as the rest of the crew.]
Not sure what they think taking people's things is gonna accomplish, besides pissing everybody off.
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[He ponders for a moment, trying to recall the Guild's leaders before Lord Zato.]
My only guess is they're trying to get us to take them seriously. That they won't stand for certain behavior. It's not the best way to make us listen, in my experience.
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[People generally don't listen to people they don't like. And after everything that's been happening to them, Boone feels like having the crew and captains divided is only going to end badly.]
Guess we'll just have to see how things play out. Can't see it ending well, though.
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[He huffs and tries to look dignified while sitting on his bed. It's clearly not too comfortable with his case stuffed under it.]
...My name is Venom, by the way. I assume I'll be sharing the room with you?
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[It was nice having the room to himself briefly, but he can deal with sharing, too.]
Thinking there's probably gotta be a better place to hide that. Place is stressful enough without getting any sleep on top of it.
[He would know, he hasn't been sleeping well and it's slowly starting to wear him down.]
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[Though once these new captains have done their sweep, he plans on keeping it at the side of his bed.]
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[For all he knows, it might be something the captains wouldn't mind him keeping. No need to sit on a lumpy bed for no reason.]
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a pool cue. It looks like a regular blue/white cue, only it has a black skull etched into the butt.]
I've had it for many years. I don't want to risk losing it.
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That eye mean something?
[He gestures towards the eye on the case. He'd been wondering about the eye in Venom's hair, but if it's on the case too then it probably means something.]
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It's personal, really. I came very close to losing my life, and the man who saved me said he saw great potential in me. And the magic I chose to focus on emphasized excellent vision and being one step ahead.
I felt the eye was the perfect symbol.