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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
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"Anyway! It's nice to meet you."
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She can't tell for certain which of the other beds are claimed, but she won't need to make that decision immediately. She leans comfortably against the wall and examines the bookshelves as a potential cache for her few important things. A very convenient source of data, too.
Nothing on the shelf looks immediately necessary to her new tasks. It might not be meant as homework. "I hear they assign everyone functions here? I'm supposed to be a Navigation Operations Technician."
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"That sounds important," he tells Yori cheerfully. "I didn't get anything like that, but I suppose that someone like me can't be trusted with a real job. I just watch after the bonsai tree in the garden, which... grows cats, apparently."
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She shakes her head and assures him, "I'm sure you are more qualified for that job than I would be. It sounds important too."
At least she has some idea where to start with Navigation. Gather data, don't crash the ship. A cat tree? No.
But Yori doesn't quite like the sound of that implication. "Someone like you?" she echoes with concern. Is that relative to his home or this ship or both?
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He still looks gently amused as he continues: "Well, you see, I'm not really good for much. I have no skills, and I don't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. So I just try to do what I can to help others reach greater heights. So, while you're so qualified and working so hard to navigate this incredible machine through the vast and treacherous expanse of space, it stands to reason that I'm just playing with cats."
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A computer program written in 1982 probably has no more business navigating an entire User system than a young, untrained User does, but Yori's grateful the admins of the ship are giving her a chance to learn. She doesn't really want to give her new roommate quite that much detail yet.
"I suppose everyone sees a different grand scheme of things," she chooses to counter instead. "You would mean something in mine." From the system, any User input was examined for what it meant or hinted at. Everyone here is a User at least to their own MID, and that's too recursive a thought to dwell on if she actually wants to let the programs in her own do their jobs.
i'm sorry, things escalate very quickly when komaeda is involved LMAO
Basically, anyone else who took that training would do great at whatever job they tried, provided they applied themselves enough. Komaeda wouldn't, because he's Komaeda.
He stops to consider her second statement. "...Well... I'd like to believe that I can be good for something, sometime in my life. Even if I can't do anything spectacular... I can still support the people who are the torch-bearers of hope and accomplishment. If I can lift people like them a little bit higher, to a level they couldn't get to as easily on their own... if I could do that, I think I would die happy."
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Maybe he's not a User? Maybe she just needs a wider sample. She hopes this is a mindset he can grow out of. Most single-focus programs she's known haven't had much chance. Who defines his terms?
"If supporting others is your function I can't argue," she says, tone a little startled. "Even so, it's worth trying new things. Some of them might make you happy too."
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"Oh, I do... I have hobbies. Don't worry about that." Komaeda waves a hand and smiles at her once again. "Actually, don't worry about me at all! It's not worth your time, I promise." Spending too much time with Komaeda can be a hope-killer.
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He'd be surprised how much of a program's time he is worth, but Yori's not in his system nor is she his program. She's happy to keep it that way. "Off-duty, it's my time to spend if I feel like it," she says nevertheless. There aren't many places where that's been true for programs, in her experience, and she appreciates the ship for that part of her contract. "I hope you'll show me your cat tree sometime."
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Komaeda latches onto the topic of the cat tree, mostly to get the subject off of himself. "You can come and see it whenever you want!" he exclaims. "The garden is open at all hours. I spend a fair amount of time in there, too. Even if you don't see me, you can still play with the cats." They're very cute cats, you know.
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Her opinion of her new roommate is at about the same level. "Some kind of introduction would be nice. I don't want to hurt them by accident."
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"Some people keep cats, I'm sure." Users must--as opposed to the programs written inside computer systems. She lifts a shoulder in discomfort. "It's...a long story." She's only a program, re-writable by anyone with a little time and expertise who chose to try, and she's not sure yet if she wants the people sleeping in her quarters to know that. But she doesn't want to lie to them, either.
In the system, bits might behave a little like cats, from what she's heard. Companions to programs. Not many bits stayed around after the Master Control Program took charge. They couldn't defend themselves that well. "What defenses do cats typically have?"
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"Well, even domesticated cats came from wild cats, who needed defenses to survive. They can see much better than humans, even in the dark. They have retractable claws and a powerful bite. And they all have the hunting instincts of their ancestors and wild bretheren... there's more besides that, but you get the idea."
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She's never met a cat, but there were reports of some very dangerous wolf-shaped things that had given her a wary respect for how strange the User world's animals could be.
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"If you want to go see them... we could go together. I'll show you how to handle them so they'll like you."
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"Any time," Yori agrees at once. This has nothing to do with her own assigned tasks, but she definitely doesn't want to miss the chance.
The Admin she's supposed to avoid probably wouldn't take any interest in cats, would he? Not enough data to be sure. If they cross paths, Yori can probably just back away. There's no reason to think Clu has noticed her in particular yet.
The sooner the better for a scouting venture like this, then. She checks the ship clock. "I'm not on duty for several hours, if you have time to go today."