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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
spock | star trek (tos)
[ Spock is no stranger to the effects of transporters and generally his equilibrium is unaffected. But he’s coming from a recent blood transfusion and a fairly tense situation, so a little stumbling is understandable, especially when combined with a completely unfamiliar sight.
He listens to the explanation and signs the contract, though he is loathe to do so without actual, concrete evidence first. But if it is his only option to return to his own world, then it is necessary. And really, he wants out of medbay, never his favorite place to spend time.
Eventually, freedom is granted, and he makes his way to the barracks. Not that he has any intention of setting down his belongings, but it is a logical starting point for explorations. ]
ii. exploring // the lights down low
[ After the barracks, everything they can access is fair game to Spock. It is best to learn one’s current surroundings; better to be caught unawares by individuals or their actions than random locations. Besides, learning the ship means he can discover potential hiding spots, plot efficient routes between various locations, gauge the resources the ship does have, and understand this a little better.
He possible looks a little ridiculous, wandering around the dimly lit ship with a tricorder in hand, looking between his surroundings and the readings on the machine. Nothing really makes him blink in confusion or frown, but slight twitches cross his face every now and then. ]
iii. wildcard
[ Spock will be all over, so anything goes. ]
Wildcard - Hydroponics
It's the state of the Moira in particular that leads to excessive pruning and fiddling with the nutrient baths today. She has a hard time with change in the multiverse. It makes her think too much about Zelien and people she'd be healthier to forget.
As she walks down one of the planter banks, liberally spraying the seedlings with her latest solution, she hears the hum of the tricorder and looks up.
...okay then. Who let the extras from Lord of the Rings on board?]
Sir? Are you...lost?
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He's been listening to people walk about, so he isn't actually surprised when he hears a voice talking to him. To be polite, he looks up briefly, nods at her, but then it's right back to the tricorder. ]
I am not. These plants - do you have the genus and species, as I am unable to find anything in my data banks regarding them.
[ And if there is one thing Spock would find frustrating, where he capable of such an emotion, it's not knowing. ]
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...kind of her only thing right now.]
Sure. I have them all cataloged in my files.
Is this out of concern for an allergy?
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ii. engineering
So it is that he's currently rigging up a lighting system that will power itself from the heat the east engine is constantly producing (no amount of coolant, re-calibration, or increased ventilation seems to make that one happy), which, by the time Spock walks in, mostly involves hanging precariously off a scaffolding, flashlight clenched between his teeth, hands flying over a series of wires.
He has the good grace to notice when someone walks in - Spock should be honored, that doesn't always happen - and he lets the flashlight drop into one hand before calling out: ]
Uh, the mess hall's like, two decks away. Just so you know.
[ Because why the hell would anyone not stationed in engineering be down here right now? ]
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He's stopped fiddling as much with the tricorder, wanting to converse power on it, and besides, engines are generally straightforward enough that he doesn't need to examine them with a machine. His eyes work just as well in this.
It's not so much Tony's comment that draws his attention to the engine as the engine itself, and he covers the distance to the engine easily enough. ]
I do not require sustenance at this time. And I am perfectly capable of finding locations on a ship.
[ This might not be the ship he calls home, but it's a ship and it's not like it's difficult to find the mess hall. Just look for the groups of people.
Though that might not be the case here. ]
What is the manner of your work?
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[ He punctuates this statement by connecting his arrangement of lamps to the geothermal energy sink he'd rigged up, which could have ended in a tremendous electrical short and possibly small explosion, but actually just ends with light abruptly flooding the workbenches that lay just before the engines proper. ]
— That. [ He finishes, lamely, and looks up at his visitor properly. ]
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And stares.
And stares.
Muttered under his breath; ] Oh, you've gotta be shitting me.
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i.
Well-hidden in his dark brown robes, he manages right into what could be considered fortuitous happenstance. He gestures to the door to the barracks as Spock leaves through it. ]
Pardon me. Is this your assigned room?
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Spock does not linger to inspect the room much beyond his first cursory perusal, and he's stepping out of the room when a voice interrupts him. ]
It is. Is it yours as well?
[ Thanks to the poor lighting, Spock can't really see too much of the individual talking, though he can pick up on the shape of the robes. At least he's not alone in not having put on the assigned uniform, still in his Starfleet regulation black pants and blue science shirt. ]
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[ He tips his head to Spock, equally robbed of getting a good look by the atmosphere. He makes no assumptions, instead trying to glean as much as he can from the tone of the other man's voice, as well as his use of words. ]
Are you from Earth?
[ Over time he's learned more than eighty percent of those aboard are from the planet Earth, which he understands to be in the Milky Way galaxy (a sector that doesn't appear on any map Obi-Wan's ever accessed). They all have a familiar way of speaking, one that invariably ties them to a place... galactically speaking, of course. ]
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exploring.
He turns, heading straight for his barracks when he comes across into someone in the corridor. Someone he doesn't immediately recognize, thanks in part the horrible mood lighting, but is able to once he gets close enough to notice the pointed shape of the other's ears.
You gotta be kidding me. ]
Spock, what the hell are you doing? [ And what is that scanner in your hand? He's never seen anything like that aboard this ship or the Enterprise, at least not the one that he remembers He stomps up, the chill in his bones forgotten for the moment as he waits for the man that he hopes is Spock — is it just the lighting or does he look a little older? — to turn and face him fully, scowl already set across his lips. ]
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[ Where it anyone but Spock, his tone might have been deliberately deadpan. As it is, his tone is straight-forward and impassive, but a hint of the Obviously. You should recognize that lingers. What else would he be doing? He doesn't bother lifting his eyes from the tricorder for the moment.
One of the last things Spock remembers before the oddity of the Ingress teleportation is McCoy's delighted grin at forcing his patients to remain in sickbay. It had been quite disagreeable - remaining in sickbay, not the smile - and he absolutely does not want to return to medbay.
Even if they are on a different ship. Which-
He finally lifts his head, eyes going wide with surprise, carefully repressed a moment later. ]
I was unaware of your presence here.
[ Where Spock an emotional individual, or not a Vulcan, he might almost be happy at such a presence, as McCoy is at least someone he can tolerate, illogical idioms and general irascibility aside. ]
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I could say the same to you. [ That's about as close to an admission as he'll ever make. He never allowed himself to hope that Jim or Spock or any of the other crew would be spit out of the Ingress. Because hope, he knew, would only breed disappointment. And disappointment is something he's already got in spades, what with him being out here in space, on this godawful ship. ]
Anythin' come up on that — [ He looks down at the rectangular device in Spock's hands, ] — scanner of yours? There was an... I guess you could call it an accident not all that long ago, something that turned the ship partly to glass. I know a lot of it's gone now, but. Well, if you've been down to the mess hall, you'll see there's still some of it here.
I guess I'm just hopin' that's the last of it. [ It should be, but he couldn't help but worry in spite of the fact. ]
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Exploring/Moro-ish area?
[The source would be one of Spock's neighbors, using a good majority of the hallway by walking through it. One would likely hear heavy footsteps long before seeing the enormous wall of mechanical life-form coming their way. The grooves of light zigzagging between armor plates was another easy faraway indicator, far more obvious with the dim lighting than usual.]
[Megatron is heading back to his quarters, using a brief reprieve in looking after his fellow Cybertronian crewmates to finally return his fusion cannon back where it was secure. The locks of the dark barrel hiss as he pulls the inactive weapon free of his arm and holds it in hand, but he stops upon noticing someone else was in the hall with him.]
[He gives this organic a curious tilt of the head. He was observant enough to tell they were not human.]
Getting accommodated?
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Especially as it appears to be mobile.
Spock studies the tricorder readings, fiddling with a few buttons. Already this venture on the Moira was turning into a learning experience, between watching the new captain take over, observing the other new passengers, and now this.
Finally done reading the screen, and distracted by the voice, Spock looks up. He's not an individual given to staring or unexpected displays of emotion, but in this case he cannot help but study the large... robot in front of him. ]
Affirmative. My quarters are on this deck. Zero-zero-nine. Are your quarters here?
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Ah, you must be our new Research Technician, or perhaps the Chronicler. Your file came in to the Personnel database just recently.
[Organics could look so similar at times, so it didn't help when they shared names. At least his own kind knew to adopt a moniker or a new paint job to avoid confusion, but such was the life of a cybertronian Personnel Officer on a human ship.]
To answer your question, yes, I happen to be staying in the next room over - or the next three, if you want to be technical.
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Exploring
Even so, she'll jump at the chance to try peering about Spock to get a look at the tricorder's display.]
Looks like you're getting some pretty detailed results.
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It will possibly be very different here, but especially when someone who looks little better than a child is asking him about the possible results.
He lowers the tricorder, offering her a view of the small screen, which doesn't have much out of the ordinary on it currently, just an analysis of the material composing the bulkhead he's facing. Which appears to be glass and, according to the composition, is in fact glass. ]
The results are detailed but they do not provide the necessary answers, such as why the bulkhead is glass.
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ii;
That probably shouldn't be Pietro's first thought, but at the moment he's glad for the opportunity he sees. He'd like to see a bit more in the literal sense, but with the dim lighting, it's hard to.
If he's being honest, this whole status of the ship is reminding him a lot of Sokovia and Strucker's little Hydra outpost, and not in a good way. Complete with his adventures as a gladiator and being in cryo for a month, it's safe to say Pietro's on edge and the strange man with the metal beeping device is a perfect distraction.
He zooms by him, using his speed, and grabs the tricorder right out of his hands, stopping just behind him and holding it up to his face, squinting. ]
If you are an Elf? What does this do?
[ He's assuming, of course, because of Spock's pointed ears. He purses his lips, shakes the tricorder, and then lets his fingers hover on a button. ]
What does this do? [ What a beautiful clarification. ]
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So needless to say, Spock is rather surprised when someone zooms past him and snatches the tricorder. It flicks across his face for a moment, though when he whirls to face Pietro, his face is composed again, except for a raised eyebrow. ]
That is a tricorder; it is used to gather and analyze data. And the button you are touching will clear the display.
[ Which would not be beneficial, as Spock isn't finished reading those results and he lacks a central computer to connect the tricorder to and retrieve the information, but it's also not the end of the world - so far, his mind has been better at analyzing the situations he's encountered than any machine.
That elf, comment, however, requires correction. ]
I am not an Elf, I am a Vulcan. Common literature from Earth generally depicts elves as technologically primitive, and that is obviously a tool of technology.
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exploring!
Unfortunately, he can't do that all hours of the day. And lately, sacrificing sleep hasn't been much of an option. It's not unreasonable that he'd run into any of the new arrivals between the flight deck and his place in the barracks (in fact, that seems to happen far too often for logic).
But of all of them he's come across, few have looked quite so intense. Though focused on what, he can't really tell. The technology is nothing he recognizes, and of everything, that's the strangest part.]
You do know there's nothing out here?
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He is listening only with half an ear to the comings and goings of other individuals, but he isn't surprised when someone approaches with a comment. It's happened a number of times, and considering the number of individuals residing on the ship, it is not unexpected.
Spock looks up this time, as he is correct - there is nothing unusual out in the hall. ]
I needed to ascertain that for myself, as it is possible for humans to overlook small possibilities.
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exploring - hallway
And yet— dragons are more plausible. Walking skeletons, sure. Artificial intelligence programs. Anything.
This is something else entirely. He has a feeling no forewarning could've prepared him for this.
As he gets closer to the science department, he spots the very familiar Vulcan with the very familiar device in his hands, and slowly approaches him. ]
Sorry. You, uh...
[ Oh my God. This is happening. Is it happening. Oh my God. Be cool, Banner. BE COOL. ]
You need any directions?
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Though, considering the human memory and attention span, it is possible that many individuals end up in the wrong place. ]
Negative. I am curious about the technology the science department possesses and interested in familiarizing myself with the current records.
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