( august intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

old but unfamiliar faces "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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angela "mercy" ziegler ● overwatch

[cadeuces]

( arrival ) in midair and floating off to space
I'm moving in

[ No one can make her leave for quite some time. The wings of her Valkyrie suit give a faint warm glow to her immediate surroundings if she flexes her shoulders just right and they activate, otherwise only visible as the faintest wisps of light venting from the thrusters, but it's hard to miss the blond European lady in the angel armor, fussing with anyone who may seem injured or disoriented, speaking softly and laying a hand on their arm to ground them in the here and now. She's here to help and there is very little anyone can do to convince her to leave while there's another new face coming through the Ingress. This is where she's of the most use in this new place and she'll make every moment count.

The worrying fact that no one has come back after leaving is one that curls in the back of her mind, needling at her persistently, but she'll keep watching. Whether you've just stumbled through and bumped into her, or you're injured or otherwise seeming disoriented or upset, a hand will come to rest on your shoulder once she's sure she's caught your line of sight so as not to startle anyone. ]

Hello, is everything all right? Are you hurt? My name is Angela; I just arrived here myself.

( medbay ) your hair is falling all around my face
like a parachute

[ The doctor is scarcely finished with her physical and implant when she's turning right around and asking for a lab coat and permission to assist. She may not know what the entry protocol is that was just performed on her, but she's insisting she can help with injuries at the very least. And she will; her designation was Physician here, and no one can put up a good enough argument to tell her otherwise. Angie has never taken no for an answer.

Are you her first patient? She's as gentle as she is friendly, her touch soothing and asking all the right questions peppered with casual conversation, never the type to be overbearing unless the situation called for it or anyone's particularly stubborn. There's very little that will surprise an old field medic; girl's about seen it all from weird rashes to swollen spider bites to exposed brain matter and everything in between. The second anyone wants to sass her, however, she will sass right back.

Or perhaps you're another new arrival assigned medical duties? She's certainly no expert on this ship, but she will do everything she can to show you the ropes of what she already understands or run through some easier tasks with basic first aid or assisting her own practices. ]

( around nomo #028-029 ) I'm breathing in you're breathing out the same
we give and take

[ It's clear before she's even arrived at her room that the barracks are designed for group living, but her designation was... two rooms? Somehow? She hasn't had to live in close quarters with anyone in quite a long time; she'd always had her own tent, or a private room, or a hotel she didn't need to share. To say that she's dreading walking through the door is an understatement. She's a bit older than most she's seen here, fairly set in her ways— which isn't to say she isn't against the idea of living with others, but being here is a big enough stressor alone.

Nearby neighbors can find her pacing the halls for a bit, but eventually she will go and open the door.

...Aaaand it's empty. Not a sign of life in any corner of the room, and perhaps her worries are for not. She'll sigh and go set her things down, get comfortable, and take a few moments to relax with her arm over her eyes. She's given her room name and number to most everyone she's met, known to her or no, so friendly faces would know where to find her in case of... well, anything. Someone to talk to, someone who could listen, someone to slap a band-aid on a cut and save a trip to the recently-traumatizing medbay. ]

( rec room ) and let the water fall on the flame
it's not burning out

[ Finally, for lack of anything else to do between shifts, Angie's taken up one of the treadmills in the rec room to get some exercise in and shake some of these excess nerves, pale blonde hair sticking to damp temples as her high ponytail bounces with her, brushing over the nape of her neck as it swings. Anyone looking at the screen will show she's already done an easy five miles and doesn't seem to be too tuckered, still going at a good clip.

When she does finally slow to a stop and get off, though, she'll do a few stretches and get some water in her before crossing the gym to mount one of the cycling machines and start something a little more leisurely. Better for conversations if her company's amenable! ]

arrival

[cyborged]

[It's pure reflex, the way Raiden shrugs off her hand on his shoulder, almost before she makes contact with him at all. He's pissy, confused, and trying to take some time to get his head together before he starts dealing with his room assignment and work and whatever else-- being touched by a stranger is kind of the last thing he wants right now.]

I'm fine. [He's not, but he'll manage.]

[But-- oh. She's being nice, isn't she? Raiden turns to face her properly. Kind of trying to be nice in return, but he doesn't quite manage to strike that tone.] Are you okay?

[why are you here helping a bunch of strangers if you just turned up, it's weird]

YESSSSSS MORE METAL GEARS

[cadeuces]

[ Her hand lingers close even as he shrugs her touch away, but in those short few moments, she's given him a once-over recognizes cybernetics when she sees them and it turns into seeking out "damage" instead of "wounds". The fusion of the metal to his jaw is especially impressive. That took a certain level of skill, especially depending on how far it went— to keep his vocal chords intact and to seal properly. Her brows draw up apologetically when her touch had been unwelcome and she'll withdraw her hand without scorn, voice gentling even further. ]

I don't think that's true for anyone; that was a rough journey. On some more than others. [ Her accent is distinctly European (Swiss, to be exact), a little more cadenced and musical than German but similar enough. Nothing in her tone is accusing or even spoken with a measure of disbelief; it's almost like she's just making conversation. When he turns the question back on her, however, she'll smile. ]

The nausea's passed; the best thing I could be doing right now is making sure everyone else is doing fine. Thank you for asking.

[ Yeah she's not leaving. ]

[cyborged]

[She's just so... Nice. It immediately sets Raiden on edge — no one is that nice. Not without an agenda. — His first thought is that she's with TRIDENT, but how would they follow him out here? Maybe this whole ship is a TRIDENT facility, it wouldn't exactly be a shock.]

[Raiden eyes her a little warily; one part cornered animal, two parts assessing. He takes stock of her armor, her accent, anything immediately obvious about her, but there's nothing familiar. Nothing that sets off alarm bells in his mind. He still can't help but be suspicious though.]

So you're new too. [There's a hesitance in his voice, like he's not entirely sure what he actually wants to say.] Who are you?

[cadeuces]

[ Angie recognizes an assessment when she receives one and she lets him look her over as blatantly as he likes, not that it will turn up much. Her suit is largely as borderline protective as possible to reduce weight; some light plating over the vitals and then her arms which would take the most damage if she had to protect herself, the rest a protective mesh that would help defend against shrapnel but not bullets. The most unique aspect of her Valkyrie suit are the wings affixed to the back, idly producing a glowing yellow exhaust like the heat off of asphalt. No smell, no particles, no chemicals— likely a product of her nanotechnology research.

She maintains her easy demeanor, relaxed under his gaze even as she realizes she's being picked apart. It almost feels like something that is necessary for him. ]

I am, yes. I arrived about... an hour ago? Perhaps? It's difficult to say. [ Patience is a virtue she has in spades. She can wait without being too expectant. ] My name is Angela Ziegler; I'm a doctor involved in war relief efforts as well as nanobiology and nanotechnology. I've also done a lot of work with prosthetics. And what do I call you?

[ Her touch hadn't been welcome when she'd startled him with it, but she'll hold out a hand to shake and see if it works any better when he's aware of it, introducing themselves. ]

rec room

[gluteusexmachina]

[ It is during his initial exploration, of course he would check out the rec room. Maybe they have yoga mats? He can only hope! Upon entering, he finds something better than yoga mats. A familiar face! ]

Doctor Ziegler?

[ Is everyone here? He keeps finding more and more. He closes the distance with a quick half-jog. ]

I cannot believe you are here too!

[cadeuces]

[ Angela had been throwing herself into... anything she could, really. It was her easiest method of settling into a new place, taking time to get to know those around her and her surroundings as she works. It should be no surprise she has that same focus in her workout, using it as a chance to zone out and sort her thoughts.

When a familiar voice calls out to her, it slices clean through her thoughts and bright blue eyes snap right up in the correct direction, stopping so abruptly the momentum of the pedals nearly lifts her from her seat. ]

Genji!

[ Her face lights up with her smile, leg swinging off over the back as she jumps off the bike and trots up to meet him, almost reaching for him but stopping just shy of it, fingers twitching. He sounded in good enough spirits, but it's hard to say... just how he was feeling, here. They'd kept in touch but it's been so long since she'd last seen him. He's changed, since. ]

It's so good to see you, my dear friend. How are you doing?

[ She'll just. Towel herself off here real quick. ]

[gluteusexmachina]

[ Oh this is terribly awkward. Does he go for a hug right away? He's almost overloaded with how many familiar faces he's been seeing here. The good doctor is definitely one he's more relieved by. He hovers awkwardly for a moment longer. ]

Well considering we have been accidentally kidnapped by a space ship, I am doing well! How are you? How is- how has work been? Have you seen anyone else? Reinhardt is here as well! My brother, too.

[ Pause for an uncomfortable moment for that to sink in. ]

And the man from the news. He is less friendly.

[ Having a rifle pointed at you is 'less friendly' in the Genji book. ]

[cadeuces]

I'm glad to hear it, besides the space ship part. I've been worried, I haven't heard from you in a while! I've been doing well myself. Work never ends, of course, and I was just in Iraq before being brought here. Taking prosthetics and prepping people to use them, getting some smaller villages taken care of. How have your travels been?

I did see Reinhardt! We arrived together. Let's see, there's you two of course, but I've also seen Jesse and Fareeha; have you seen them yet? [ A beat, and then her expression falls to one of concern. ] Your brother... I believe I met him, too, then.

I'm so sorry, Genji.

[ DON'T FEEL AWKWARD ANYMORE BOO she's going to reach up and hug him to her, slow enough that he'd have the chance to stop her hands before they go to his shoulders, because really, she hasn't seen him in person in quite some time and she doesn't know if he wants to allow a hug or would rather not be touched, but with that sort of news she can't quite help herself. They can continue this conversation in each other's arms, can't they? She'll hold on as long as he'll allow her to. ]

The one in the visor? I met him as well. He wasn't so bad, was he?

[ Please, tell her all about his abuse so she can go beat his ass. HE WAS BORDERLINE NICE AND NON-VIOLENT WITH HER SO HEARING OTHERWISE WILL JUST OFFEND HER AND MAKE HER CHASE HIM DOWN. ]

arrival

[hopeslastreward]

[Even before Angela has noticed Nagito Komaeda come through the portal, he’s certainly noticed her. He was one of the fortunate few who was able to pass over without too much interference, and she was standing off to the side speaking to another person.]

[Of course, just because there’s no interference doesn’t mean that there’s no confusion. He looks equally baffled and amazed as he looks around the futuristic room — Earth technology wasn’t even close to this level where he came from. Someone lightly shoves him (he was blocking the path) and he stumbles forward.]

[Directly onto his face. In front of the Ingress. Whoops.]

[cadeuces]

[ (It probably helps that she looks like an actual angel; dumb girl.) The commotion is enough to snag her attention and she's quick to turn and seek out the sound of a body hitting the floor, eyes widening as she rushes over to kneel beside him. CHILD... ]

Are you all right!? My goodness— here, let me get a look.

[ There's a light hand at the back of that fluffy head to guide him to turn so she can see his face, looking for any scrapes or bleeding. HOPEFULLY HIS NOSE IS OK... ]

[hopeslastreward]

[Komaeda is pretty complacent in the movement, turning his head as the woman instructs. Judging by the facial expression and the fact that his fingers are gingerly touching his forehead, Komaeda is in at least minor pain.]

Ah... thank you.

[He puts his hand down. No external bleeding, maybe the first signs of a bruise -- but nothing too serious.]

You're very nice.

[cadeuces]

[ Her fingers slip out of his hair and instead go to touch the same spot he'd been touching, seeing the reddening spot that told her some capillaries were busted. It would definitely bruise in the next few hours, but she can find an ice pack somewhere and mitigate the damage. Possibly in the medbay on the other side of the doors everyone is leaving through. ]

There's no need to thank me but you're quite welcome. This might bruise and be tender, after a bit, but you aren't bleeding. That's always a plus! How are you feeling otherwise? Any nausea, aching? Can you stand?

[ She'll hold her hand out for him, both to steady him as he stands and to introduce herself; she'd already given her name!! ]

nomo

[tearsinajar]

[ Mercy is going to find that someone's knocking on the door a few moments after she's gone inside. On the outside, it's Elena. They haven't met yet but Elena had seen the woman pacing down the hall. That alone had given her the impression that something was wrong.

Hopefully everything's okay and she isn't interrupting her. She'd found it strange but concerning to find someone pacing the hallway. It wasn't any of her business, she knew that. Whoever this woman was, they were not only crew mates but deck mates. ]

[cadeuces]

[ The knock to her door right after he's entered catches her off-guard, but she goes right back to it having set her things on one of the eight beds (WHY ARE THERE EIGHT BEDS TBH NO ONE ELSE IS HERE) and it takes her a moment to figure out how to open it, calling through that she'll be a moment before it does slide open to her hand on the pad, a touch confused. ]

Hello; are you assigned to this room as well?

[ AWW ELENA YOU'RE SO SWEET... she was just being a fussy mom worried about fitting in with all the other kids it's all right!! ]

[tearsinajar]

Hi there. Sorry, this probably seems really out of the blue.

[ Elena gives a smile, friendly in both that and her tone. Don't want this to be weird after all. ]

I'm Elena, I'm from down the hall. I...saw you pacing earlier. Is everything all right?

[cadeuces]

I don't think so at all; I appreciate your concern, Elena. I'm Angela. I'll be a physician in medbay.

I just haven't had to live with anyone in quite some time in close quarters. I suppose I was just worried about being the old lady in the room, hahaha. There wasn't even anyone in here! Would you like to come in?

[ She doesn't have anything to offer her; not even a cup of tea or coffee. Only her smile and easy conversation. She'll step aside in invitation. ]

You said you're just down the hall? I didn't see anyone else around just yet.

rec room

[soldiergenes]

[ The jury's out on whether or not the shit is going to hit the fan with their new captain, so Snake figures all that can be done for now is to carry on like he'd been. He's sure some people are already pissed off about the changes and planning some kind of mutiny, but if they have to cut back in order to get to their destination faster, he doesn't particularly care. So long as they're fed enough to get by, it doesn't bother him too much. And as a military man, he's used to taking quick showers.

Working out is a daily discipline, so Snake enters the rec room on what he's pinpointed as a slower time. He isn't here to chat or socialize, so he prefers the room to be as empty as possible while he exercises.

As it turns out, there's only one other person here. She isn't familiar, which means she must be new, Snake having memorized most of the faces in the directory by now.

All he does is nod to her in greeting before he goes to one of the mats, lays himself out on it, and starts a round of crunches. He's wearing a tank top, which shows off the muscle definition in his arms. If that hadn't been proof enough of the kind of shape that he's in, the speed at which he tilts his upper body up toward his thighs should confirm it. This is someone who puts a lot of work into keeping himself in prime physical condition. ]

[cadeuces]

[ Likewise, adapting to the spartan regimen imposed on the ship is similar enough to military rationing; something the doctor is plenty familiar with. Three minute showers have become an artform and she could stand to lose some of the weight she's put on around the hips and thighs with all the paperwork she'd been doing recently, so the rations don't bother her.

She's never known the ship to function any differently as a new arrival.

When company walks in and the man inclines his head to her, she'll offer him a smile and a slightly more gracious nod in reply as he gets down to business.

...And damn, can that man get to business. It doesn't even look like he's paying attention to her anymore so she makes no effort to hide the way she watches him as she pedals, brows raised both curious and impressed. Angie isn't exactly "peak physical condition", but she is largely fit and lean with muscle where her curves didn't take over, most notably at the hips and thighs. Even there she's taut, not nearly as obvious in her military involvement as the man laid out on the mats working crunches at a speed most could never hope to reach, but still active enough to show. She's in a sport bra and yoga capris on the opposite spectrum but she realizes after a bit that there's more drawing her eye than just his physical prowess.

Doesn't he look an awful lot like that man she'd spoken with outside of medbay? Ahab? He may not be as grizzled and he doesn't have an eyepatch, but the similarity is striking. Angie will just... casually start talking to him and see what happens. She's not so rude as to blurt out something impolite!! ]

You're putting me to shame over here! Let me know if you need a partner for anything; I don't mind spotting or helping out with stretches.

[soldiergenes]

[ As much as Snake can get into the zone when he's working out like this, he's also been trained to always be aware of his surroundings. So even though there's that rush of blood through his head drowning out his hearing, he's aware of the woman's eyes on him. He's not sure what she finds so interesting; he's reached a point in his life where he doubts it's any kind of attraction.

He could have made some smartass comment about how taking a picture would last longer, but Snake would rather not have to break up his set. It's only after he's finished and laid out on the floor staring up at the ceiling that the stranger says something, causing him to push up on one elbow and look over. ]

I don't recall ever saying it was a competition.

[ Now that they're talking, he gives her a closer look. She's obviously put work into her figure too, so there's no judgment here. And actually, her offer is worth some consideration. ]

Gotta admit, I've been weightlifting without a spotter here.

[ It's dangerous, reckless, perhaps even stupid, but Snake hasn't bothered to find a partner. If she really doesn't mind, then who knows, maybe they could even make a habit of it. Snake may not be used to working out alongside a woman, but getting to know Meryl had taught him that he should keep thoughts like that to himself. ]

[cadeuces]

[ WOW DON'T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF DUDE YOU'RE GOOD-LOOKIN'. She's 37. It's not completely unheard of!! She's glad, however, when he answers her and didn't leave the conversation start hanging— there's always the chance the other person in the gym wasn't interested in speaking with others, so deep in the zone that nothing short of touching them would get through to them.

No, he responds immediately and her smile comes easily as he props himself up to engage her. ]

Perhaps not, but you've inspired me to push a little harder. I wouldn't say I was ever that quick, but I'd certainly been quicker than I am today.

[ Her hands leave the handles to put a hand to her chest in mock offense as she sits up, slowing down so she can ease to a stop soon. ]

I didn't realize I was in the presence of such a daredevil. How thrilling!

[ The Swiss-German accent leaves her sounding just as playful as she's being if not moreso, hands going back to the handles for better posture as she winds down. ]

I plan on being here nearly every day at this time if you're usually around; would you like to give it a go?

[ Just in time for her to hop off her stationary bike and settle into some stretches, mostly arm/shoulder but also doing a few bounces, blonde ponytail bouncing with her. ]

Nomo hallway you say?

[justice_from_above]

[She's grown up with a sense of purpose, and once she's settled in her room, out of her armor, and into her provided thermals and civilian uniform, she can't sit idly by; it drives her crazy. So, she's very quick to come and go, spending little time in her room and more time exploring the ship, as well as her other neighbors.]

[It's one one of these early adventures that she returns to find someone pacing the hallway, and it only takes a fraction of a moment for her to recognize that blonde ponytail.]

Angela! Is everyone here?

[Just about, even as she says it she feels a pang for her mother, but she's going to keep that little internal thought internal, for now.]

NOMO HALLWAY SAYS I

[cadeuces]

[ Her attention is quick to snap up at her name, quicker still when the voice is a familiar one and she turns to see a familiar (and so, so welcome) face, uncertainty and dread fading quickly to be replaced with a big smile, immediately reaching her hands for her old friend. ]

Fareeha! It is so good to see you. It certainly seems that way, doesn't it? How are you? Did you arrive safely?

[ Angie's trotted up to her and her hands are at the other woman's arms, running down to catch her hands and hold them as she gives her a clinical once-over. Any stiffness, bruising, scrapes...? ]

NOMO HALLWAY IT IS!

[justice_from_above]

[Pharah smiles widely, squeezing Angela's hands back and not letting go after the visual medical critique (not any more than usual, maybe some old bruising from a recent engagement).]

I am well. The arrival was ... disconcerting, but there are many helpful people on board.

[Well, maybe not everyone ... she tilts her head slightly.] Angela, have you met the man in room 24?

[cadeuces]

[ Angela is 100% ok to stand here and hold Fareeha's hands!! It's nice to have her friends here; more than she could ever imagine. The thought that she could have arrived with no one from their when is one she'd rather not think about, even if she's already made some "friends". ]

I feel I was luckier than most in that regard; have you been here long? I've only just arrived today but I tried to stay in the Ingress room and help as long as I could! Only when a man nearly had a seizure did I finally leave to take him to the medbay.

Room 24? I'm afraid I've only met one of the neighbors. Who is this man?