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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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She was talking to the two new guys. The officers. Said something they didn't like, and the Captain spoke something weird. Couldn't understand it. [ said with a frown, as he shakes his head. ]
She just dropped.
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If Andyr ignored the way Courser suddenly appeared from behind a desk stool. The young tracker slid deftly up against his companion's left leg, leaning purposefully against Adrien's knee. The doctor's hand dropped, automatically, to the bahari's bright blue mane, gripping it and carding through the strands.
After another moment, he asked in a voice that was carefully modulated to only carry between them. ]
Did you hear what she said?
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[ she'd said 'the', and andyr'd assumed that meant some kind of device or piece of cargo, not an entity, and he hasn't really gone back through the network to seek this stuff out.
andyr's frowning for a moment, trying to remember the word. it was strange sounding, foreign. ]
Polysomething? Ploymus? Ployato?
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[ Adrien supplied the name. Unfortunately there wasn't much else he could offer at the moment; he was still catching up himself.
Right then. Crewman Ploiatos, no communication from Than or Curre and their Navigation officer had just (apparently) been rendered unconscious and placed in cryo. A fairy tale that just made all the children want to snuggle down in their beds, right?
The doctor suddenly straightened and turned away from the scene down in the cryo chambers. ]
Alright, back to work then. [ There was a pause and then, it finally sank in to ask. ] What is your job anyway?
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Ploiatos? What's the mean? Why'd they freak?
[ he needs to know all the things and he needs to know them now. answering the question he'd been given comes as an afterthought, tossed out as a side comment. ]
Vent tech. I'm supposed to clean and stuff. What's Ploiatos?
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By now he was walking towards a set of cabinets, which he opened. Inside was ... well, laundry honestly. Scooping the bin out of the closet, someone was next going to head towards laundry machines.
The exciting world of Medbay. If Andyr was still with him, Adrien would pause and turn to look at the younger man. ]
Honestly, Andyr. The information I have is the same information you have access too.
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still, he isn't about to let the matter go, and goes trailing along after him through the medbay regardless. ]
You figure any of the others here know? If the Navigator knew something about Ploia-whatever from before, that must be something they wanted to shut her up about.
[ why else knock her out so quickly? shit's not right, homie. ]
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Meanwhile, Adrien was pushing a door open with his hip and carrying the bin of laundry into a small room with dedicated machines. ]
Perhaps some of the people who have been here for awhile. Dr. Yewll, Dr. Banner, a man named Niko Bellic are some folks I can think of off the top of my head.
There is a young girl named Robin who I believe is a historian of some sort. You could try asking her?
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[ Adrien please, you should've seen that coming. You and Alva are about the only ones he'll go within ten feet of here, of his own volition. Hell, even standing in the lab (medbay, Andyr) right now is making his skin crawl.
Following after him, he reaches out to hold the door open for Adrien as he moves with the laundry, slipping into the room behind him, as he starts tapping at his MID, searching the directory for the last couple of names. ]
Robin, right? Is this her? [ he'll be holding up the picture of Robin on the contact list, with her name and ID beside it. ]
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There was one small point he felt should be clarified. ]
Banner isn't a medical doctor. I believe he holds a PhD in another field of science.
[ If the distinction meant anything to Andyr. The question came up about Robin and he looked towards the image on the MID. He hadn't interacted with the girl, beyond that one brief conversation but he still nodded. ]
That's her.
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[ yep, the distinction means nothing to him. but thanks for the attempt, adrien, you're a bro. with the confirmation that he has the right little girl on the screen, andyr turns to hop his butt up on one of the closed washers and takes to texting the number for a moment or so, letting adrien go about his business.
once he's finished, eyes raise again to him, now squinting at what he's actually doing. ]
Since when are you lab maid?
cw: reference to suicidal thoughts
And perhaps, the memory of why he understood Andyr's issues and the events surrounding the younger man's intake, was part of why the next words left his mouth. Instead of staying in his head, where they belonged. ]
Since it helps me keep busy. The more I keep busy, the less I dwell on the pros of eating my gun.
[ The words don't come out dramatically, nor do they come out flippantly either. It is a direct and flat, honest answer to the question.
Though he pauses briefly as if just realizing he'd said them aloud. ]
Fuck.
[ That word was muttered and he covered it up with aggressive sorting and stuffing of laundry. Body language now all but screaming, just let a man do the laundry in peace, okay? ]
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he'd known something was up with adrien, had recognized the same hollowed look people like him tend to get, but everyone has their issues, right? who isn't fucked in the head anymore? maybe it was part of what he'd liked about him, but andyr hadn't expected it to come out so transparently.
with a slowly blink, andyr raises his head from the MID, and looks over to him, now saying anything of yet, just tilting a bit as he looks him over.
he knows that kind of busy energy. has it in him every day. no soft sentiments or counseling makes it go away. not in what he's found, at least.
after a moment of quiet from him, overwritten by the rustling of fabric as Adrien tries to erase what he'd just said, Andyr's sliding carefully off the washing machine, and padding over to stand at his elbow, watching him fold and sort for another moment or so, before reaching out and pushing the laundry to the far side of the table. No. ]
You're taking a break. Come on. [ A hand gripping his bicep gives the man a tug, heading towards the medbay doors. ] Ever try Muay Thai?
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Probably a bit of both.
Adrien was already shaking his head in the negative to the suggestion when … wait, where did his laundry go? ]
I was folding that. [ He exclaimed. Keyword being was. It was such a shock when Andyr reached out and grabbed him (grabbed him) that Adrien’s feet had already turned to follow before his brain fully recognized what was happening. ]
No, wait, no I mean, [ words were hard but Adrien tried to set his heels ] I mean, no I haven’t ever heard of Muay Thai and I have to get back to …
[ He was pointing behind him towards the laundry but if Andyr really had a good grip to tug with, he wasn’t meeting much resistance in dragging the doctor along. ]
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[ okay, some people probably do care about laundry, but not enough that it outweighs Adrien's need for stress management (as ill suited as andyr "violence solves literally everything" prince's philosophy may be).
tugging adrien along, he ignores basically all bitching, and drags him out through the doors of the medbay, towards the rec rooms. ]
Good, because I'm the best instructor you'll find for it on this ship. How bony do you feel like your knees and elbows are?
[ not that that's necessary, andyr's just being funny. in a weird way. ]
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As the Medbay doors shut behind them Adrien resigned himself to the fact that this was a thing that was happening, though he began to squirm, demanding his freedom from being lead along like a toddler. ]
No more bony than normal. Why? Is this going to involve some sort of weird body contortions? [ A thought strikes him and he looks momentarily horrified. ] This isn’t some form of, what’s it called, yo-yo, yogu … yoga! Yoga is it?
[ Someone had tried to introduce him to Yoga as a way to relax. It had not been a good fit. ]
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He lets out a small laugh at Adrien’s guessing, shaking his head with a grin on his lips. ]
Christ no, it’s not freaking yoga. It’s a martial art. Hurt other people, not yourself. [ not that yoga isn’t nice, but it’s not really Andyr’s thing either. Besides, it’s been years since he’d tried it anyway. ]
It was mostly a joke, but Muay Thai is known for elbow and knee strikes. It’s real close combat oriented.