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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
Re: jesse mccree | overwatch | ota
[She was almost to her room, but seeing her old friend meant it could wait. It also meant she's still in full armor as she closes the distance and wraps her arms around him.]
I haven't seen you for ages, and you're here too? [It's a bittersweet reunion, because so much has happened, even before finding themselves in these strang circumstances, but she's nothing if not happy and relieved to see her friend in one piece. She steps back and composes herself - she is an adult now. Totally.] How have you been? Where have you been? [She takes off her helmet, beaming underneath, but still clouded with the loss they've all suffered throughout the years.]
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[ The armor is more than a little crushing, and at first he's outright alarmed, struggling in Pharah's grip--til recognition dawns. This is not some stranger accosting him. This is someone he knows, someone he's known since he was a child. Since she, too, was just a little girl. He sucks in air, and it's not just because Pharah's collapsed his lungs. ]
Fareeha--girl, I ain't seen you in a dog's age.
[ He near about sputters this, thumping his chest, trying to restart his circulation. ]
You developed quite a grip between now an' then.
[ He grins. ]
Reckon that armor helps some, though.
[ He hadn't misheard any of her questions. He's just chosen to slide by them, for the moment. ]
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Raptora systems, courtesy Helix Securities International. They offered me a position when I was discharged.
[She's still looking at him with wonder, a little bittersweet as she knocks her knuckles on his metal arm.]
You got yourself a little bit of hardware, too, it seems.
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Nothin' quite so fancy as all that. Just something to replace what got lost.
[ He rubs his beard with his good hand, making a show of looking her over. ]
Helix Securities, eh? I heard of that firm. Prestigious. You done well for yourself.
[ He sounds proud; warm. He's truly glad for her. ]
Damn sight better'n some of us old mercenaries, anyhow.
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Yes well, you all gave me some pretty high standards to live up to. I had to do something in the void.
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I know you wanted to join us, Fareeha, and believe me, I woulda been glad to have you. But things don't always work out how we'd like'em to. By the time you were grown enough, it'd already started goin' to hell.
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[It's been pent up for years be glad she's getting any of it off her chest now, so it doesn't eat at her later :c]
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[ His tone is soft, though; wistful. He wishes she could have helped. ]
After Ana ...
[ He sighs. ]
After your mama died, the rest of it was inevitable.
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Did you know -- [Her throat feels tight, and she has to take another second to breathe before attempting again;] did you know, she wouldn't let me join?
[To have to sit there and watch your family fall apart from the outside like that, to have the most important person in your life hold you back from doing something. She chances a glance up at him and it's all there, transparent in her eyes; it's harsh, and hard, and bitter, and hurt. Whatever had happened on the inside, she felt she had been barred from doing anything useful. She's still angry. Not at him, not at the situation that she knows she doesn't comprehend, but at her mother for blocking her.]
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So he takes a step towards her, closing the distance in one long-legged stride, and reaches for her hands. If she lets him, he'll pull her into another hug. ]
I know it. She made that clear to all of us. She was always scoldin' me 'bout telling you too many stories.
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Everyone left me.
[She's too old, too stoic cry, but her voice still carries the emotion of a young girl suddenly out alone in the world.]
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I'm sorry, sweetheart. I never wanted to. I wish none of it had happened, I truly do.
[ He feels heavy and slow, brought down suddenly by a crashing wave of guilt; by his own fraught memories. He doesn't regret leaving when he did, but he sure regrets everything that lead up to it. Even if it was beyond his control. ]
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[She doesn't reply for a few, careful moments; just allowing herself to exist through the pain and allow herself to be comforted by McCree. Eventually, though, she stirs, loosening her grip on his back and leaning back slightly.]
Thank you for the stories, Jesse, even if they got you in trouble.
[For as poorly as things ended up, she wouldn't have traded her childhood for anything.]
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Sometimes your mama damn near yanked my ear off. Worth it for the look you'd get on your face, though. Every time.
[ No matter how much Ana left him smarting. ]
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I missed you. I missed, all of you.
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I missed you, too, darlin'. Kind of a rotten way to meet back up, though, ain't it? Us stuck on this thing.
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Could be better, yes, but ... [She gives a small shrug,] Could be worse.
[You know, like what if Reaper were on the ship with them and taking them out one by one? That'd be terrible.]