thisavrou_log | ( august intro log )

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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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-Arrival-

[Everything was happening so quickly. One moment, he was facing down a Decepticon army supported by none other than the Decepticon Justice Division themselves. The odds were stacked overwhelmingly against them. He had been given an upgrade. He shared a group hug (such public displays of affection were against protocol but these were extenuating circumstances) with what remained of his crew before certain doom.]

[Then, all of a sudden here he was, emerging from the Ingress, confused, disoriented, and seeing no signs of the small band he had been stranded with thanks to a treacherous mutiny.]

[As soon as he stabilized himself, Magnus opens a channel on all frequencies.]

Attention to all those who can receive this beacon. I am Ultra Magnus, formerly Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, current Second-In-Command of the Lost Light. If you can hear me, please respond! Rodimus? Megatron? Can anyone hear me?

[If you happen to see him, you might be noting that he is sporting one hell of an upgrade. He's like a building with guns now.]

-Medbay-

[First thing's first, he should check out the medbay. He has no idea how much time has passed since the fight on the Necrobot's planet and arriving here on the Moira. He takes note of the way the ship seems to be conserving power and resources, a move that he applauds. Clearly, this ship has an experienced captain at the helm. He reaches the medbay and wanders in, ducking low since his intimidating size makes it difficult to navigate tighter quarters.]

Hello, is anyone here? I'd like to speak to the chief medical officer about any possible Cybertronians that might have passed through recently.

-Reestablishing Order-

[Magnus, for one, approves of these apparently new methods of conserving resources. As he gets his bearings around the ship, he takes it upon himself to stop anyone that might be continuously abusing any non-renewable resources. Are you currently leaving your door open while playing loud music, watching TV with the sound turned up, and drying your hair at the max setting on your hair dryer? Expect a giant head to be poking in and promptly asking you to knock that shit off. Are you littering? Citizen, you better believe a giant foot is coming down in front of you, refusing you passage until you pick up your trash. Magnus has been given the job of bailiff and probation officer, and you bet your aft he's going to start issuing citations the second he's sorted himself.]

I may be new here, but it would certainly be in your best interests to desist in what you're doing. Let's all follow the rules now. We're guests aboard this ship, so we should be gracious to our hosts.

[Tailgate happens to be sitting in his room and watching his precious Muppets for the fiftieth time when Magnus barges in. Here he was, just relaxing on his bed with a screen open in front him, and his glass capybara sitting calmly on his lap. It was a good time.

He doesn't say anything immediately, all he can do is stare incredulously up at the old newcomer. If he had been a bit more prepared, he would have done something about the purple badge on his chest.]

You're a weird hallucination.

[Tailgate says eventually, turning away to look back at his screen. People don't come back after they leave for so long, that's how it works. So OBVIOUSLY this one was a fake.]

They're going to have to try harder than that to scare me.

Tailgate?

What exactly are you doing? Didn't you hear the announcement about--

[That's when he spots the purple badge on his chest.]

[It takes a few minutes, but when he speaks again, his voice has taken on that tone. You know the one.]

Tailgate...

What exactly are you wearing on your chestplate?

Ultra Magnus | Transformers MTMTE (IDW) | OTA

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