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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
Nomo #027
He won't be able to use the room he's been assigned to sleep. Although the room itself is private, it is still far too public for him to lower his defenses so completely as to let go of consciousness. He'll have to find somewhere else to do that. It is private enough, however, for meditation, so for that, at least, he'll be using it. It's not a complete substitute for sleep, but with it he can stretch the intervals between necessary unconsciousness quite nicely.
He'll sit there quietly for as long as things remain peaceful and the only immediate sound is the quiet, rhythmic respiration of his roommate. Chances are high he'll still be there when the other awakes, even if (or especially if?) it's hours from now.]
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He sags back onto the cot, passing a tired hand over his face. ]
Sorry. Hope I didn't, uh-
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[While he realizes how sensitive some humans are about the noises they make in their sleep, that same sensitivity amuses him to no end. If this particular man is offended by his suggestion, he'll apologize, of course. Based on his experiences with the Normandy's human crew, this could go either way.]
It was not disruptive.
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[ He says it with more bemusement than embarrassment, albeit with a slight red tinge to his face. It's probably lingering fever. ]
Dick Grayson. I don't think we've met.
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[That's definitely amusement in his voice there. And no worries about your red face, friend; it's still pretty dark in here, and in any event, Thane is discretion personified.]
We haven't. Thane Krios - It's good to meet you.
[For a given value of good, given the overall situation that's brought them together. On the plus side, though, Dick hasn't reacted at all to his appearance, so that's a nice change of pace, even if it might not last when the lights come on.]
Are you new here, as well?
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For all that he can't see much in the dark, he has a sense that the man isn't human. It's only occurring to him now that maybe he should be feigning some surprise about that. But it's still Dick Grayson who'd know (of) the Omega Men, who'd idolized Superman for a lifetime, who'd nearly married a Tamaranian. And it's Dick Grayson who can't quite bring himself to put this alien through that charade. ]
Yeah... I've gotta say a lot of this is bit of a reach for me. We Earthlings don't tend to get out much, where I'm from.
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[Based on what Thane's deduced about how the rooms are assigned, what he's seen, heard, and learned poking around on the ship, aaaaaand plus or minus the depth and length of Dick's nap, anyway.
And he gets mad points for both noticing Thane's alien nature and playing it totally cool. Gold star for you, Dick. That was extremely polite of you and Thane appreciates it.]
That is a common theme I've been finding among those I've spoken with. I can't help but wonder if the Ingress' process for pulling people here is not quite as random as the crew here claims it to be.
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If, uh- they ever decide to share the method behind the madness.
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But it's hard to blame them for wanting to keep their ship running. [ Even if his gut says that's far from all this entails. He's silent for a moment. ]
Looks like I'm your new Head Field Medic, by the way. [ This he offers with a lopsided salute. ]
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[He tilts his head and responds with a small smile to that subject change.]
An auspicious posting. I've been assigned to maintain the ventilation ducts.
[Which he's perfectly content with. He has no real marketable job skills other than "killing people", but the work he's been assigned will doubtless make it that much easier to move quickly around the ship, and provide a nice cover besides.]
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[ He hardly counts as one, he's sure. It's a mystery like everything else, the moving pieces underneath hidden. ]
So what does the, uh- maintenance of ventilation ducts entail?
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I'll admit, it did feel rather as if my assignment was a result of a blindfolded throw at a dart board.
[Another shrug]
Cleaning, mostly, or so I'm told. I imagine I'll find out once I begin working.
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Maybe sometime after he's made a mental note of Thane's probable schedule. It'd be awkward to run across him in a mask and spandex. You never know what people remember. ]
So what kind of work are they tearing you away from?
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[And you're definitely going to want to be extra careful there, friend - Thane remembers everything.
...He lets out a tiny huff of amused breath at that question.]
I was in the middle of helping in an organized effort to save all sentient organic life in the known galaxy from extermination by a race of intelligent machines.
[You know, as you do.]
As they don't seem to be a threat here, I expect I'll find my new occupation to be quite peaceful.
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Right now that isn't quite Gotham, as hard as he feels the pull to get back. "I want to show my dad I can survive the impossible mission he sent me on" and "the woman I love might finally be a little into me too" suddenly feels a little pale by comparison. ]
So, what happens if the "time stops in our home worlds theory" doesn't pan out? There a chance you sitting it out for a while is gonna tip the balance in favor of the bad guys?
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Politicians.
[He says that one word as if it explains everything. Because, honestly, it does. It's a universal concept where he comes from, and somehow he has a feeling that it's universal literally everywhere.]
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Don't mind me, it's, uh- well, it's kind of my job to imagine the worst. I'm sure you have a lot of good people taking the fight where it belongs.
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Worrying about it won't do any good, fortunately or unfortunately. Still, I hope my stay here won't be overlong.
[Since, y'know, he's got shit to do back home.]
What about yourself? Were you in the medical field before being pulled here?
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Still a few days shy of graduation.
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[That's usually what people mean when they say "just a few days before graduation," right?]
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And anyway, it isn't even his only problem. ]
Fantastic timing, all around.
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Completion of a long course of training and study is still something to be celebrated. For what it's worth, you have my congratulations.
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Believe it or not, it means a lot.