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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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he pauses at the emotion practically radiating from the older man, suddenly not sure how he should respond. it's so hard for him to actually put words or even concrete thought to what eli is to him, or why he.. cares? about him. he'd only come aboard at all because he'd sensed the older man here. he'd put up with that exam and the thing around his wrist so that he could just see eli again. he's.. very important to tretij. maybe the only person in the world that actually matters to him.
after a moment, he pulses slightly confused and shaky affection at the blond. he's happy to see him, too, even if--to his mind--they were together not that long ago. ]
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Well that might be a bit much, he mostly just likes gnawing on things.
[He gets his confusion. Liquid's been here long enough that the fact that people can come from anywhere and anywhen isn't that much of a big deal, but seeing Ocelot here just as he was back at Mother Base for the first time had really thrown him for a loop.
No matter how Tretij is here, he's been important to Liquid ever since the day they'd met, and he'll remain important to him until the end of time. He's the only person he's ever really completely trusted, after all. He's missed his best friend something fierce, ever since Shadow Moses.]
Yeah, this place is... odd. People can just come from anywhere. Last time I saw you, you were, ah, a lot older.
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he hesitates, then reaches out, fingers curling in the older man's sleeve. he eases closer, then, a little surprised with himself for how relieved he is. eli hadn't set him aside, even knowing what kind of monster tretij is.
he sends a quick image of the room he was given, the evidence of roommates, distress briefly evident before both the image and the emotion fade. quieter place to sleep? ]
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[Liquid's his own kind of monster, he's not going to judge. He'd never abandon Tretij. Even when they'd parted, Liquid had been sure they'd meet again, sure even during the worst torture. And when he died... well, while he doesn't mention it, it's still clear in his mind.]
Nomo, hm? My last room was there. Bathrooms are a bit... not great.
[He can definitely sense the distress in the thought. Living with roommates can't be easy for him, can it?]
Well, I don't know how quiet it'll be with us here, [he gestures to the dog,] but this room's just mine. Here, take a look.
[He gestures for Tretij to follow him as he guides the dog back into the room. It's a normal Moro Deck style room, although he's clearly taken a messy paintbrush to a wall a few times.
There's books on the shelves, a stereo and a cardboard box in a corner, and in the middle of the room, a familiar plastic lawnchair throne. He's obviously proud of the room, having worked his way up the ranks to get it.]
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yes, he decides, psychic voice certain for the first time since arriving on the ship. he drops down slowly out of the air, feet finally flat on the floor as he gives the dog another wary glance. if they're going to be roommates, after all, he needs to get used to it.. right?
quiet enough, he adds a moment later, hesitantly offering out a hand the way he'd seen venom snake do with animals. his glance lifts briefly to eli's, projecting a sense of contentment to him. he's comfortable with eli's mind, after all, so staying with him would be infinitely easier than with strangers. ]
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He should be fine. If he doesn't behave, he's not getting any treats.
[Well, the dog does like to bite, but luckily he's grown slightly more gentle since Liquid first picked him out. Slightly. Of course, Liquid's working on training him to attack his enemies if he needs to. Instead of opting to bite Tretij's fingers this time, though, he just licks them and offers a friendly-sounding 'boof'. He likes him!]
I'll tell the captains to make it all official soon as I can. Er, well, the captain now, I guess.
[Gonna be hard to get used to the changes around here, but hey, his best friend's here and that's all someone can really ask for, right?]
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there's a pause, then he lifts the wrist the mid is attached to, shaking it and staring at the device balefully.
don't like this, he decides, faintly sullen, curling the fingers of his opposite hand against it and tugging once uselessly. ]
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Don't worry, he likes you. [He looks at the dog.] It's alright, Mantis, you did good.
[Yeah, he named his dog after his best friend, and the amusement of this isn't lost on him as he rummages for a box of treats. Tossing one to the dog, he focuses his attention on Tretij again.]
Ah, our little tracking devices.
[Not the best thing to have stuck on yourself all of a sudden, no.]
They're useful as hell, but hard to really get used to. They don't come off, either. I tried, pretty early on, just to see if I could. Didn't work.