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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
medbay
After signing a contract that was far too suspiscious but also just didn't seem like a good idea to refuse, Garrus is maybe a little irritated, but it's clear from the bustle of the medical staff that he's not the only person they have to deal with. There's other people here, other people who are presumably just as confused and fresh to the Moira as he is, and maybe he can start there, talk to some people, use this little network communicator thing ( charming, he thinks he prefers his omnitool ) to throw something out there and see what he can learn.
This all still feels incredibly surreal, but when he's ushered out of the medbay doors, staring down the corridors of an unknown ship with dim, flickering lights, there's. Kind of nothing for it.
And before he even has time to try and look around and make sense of the directions he'd been given to his assigned quarters, there's someone moving towards him. Human, though a massive human, lumbering and unsteady on his feet, and Garrus tries to step out of his way only to find that the man had apparently just been heading towards him and now his back against the wall. ]
-- Uh. [ He starts to say something, but then the man is tapping something into his MID, turning his wrist so he can see it, and. Well. ] Hi?
[ Off to a great start. He stares back at the other, still a little bewildered, clearing his throat loudly as if maybe that might clue him in to maybe take half a step back and give him a little room to breathe. ]
You're asking the wrong guy. [ Garrus sounds friendly enough, regardless, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug. ] I'm just as lost as you are, and I take it we're both brand sparkling new out of the Ingress.
[ Or whatever it was called. ]
no subject
the guy's tall, is his first thought. maine doesn't even have to incline his head to look him in the eye.
too bad he's also useless, is his second. garrus shrugs, and that's about the same time that maine stops listening to him talk ( thanks for nothing, feet; you picked the wrong guy ). he sighs, irritated, and pushes himself off the wall, staggering backwards for several seconds before he wheels around on his heel and zigzags down the corridor toward the next intersection. there's gotta be someone else he can talk to, a nearby passenger who's been aboard the moira for longer than five minutes and who doesn't want to stick him with needles.
garrus might think he's in the clear, might step away from the wall the second that he thinks maine is gone, and he'd be wrong. maine gets halfway across the hall before he stops suddenly and aggressively pivots around again, four long strides carrying him right back into garrus' face. ]
btw
[ tap tap tap. this time, he sends the messages directly to garrus' mid. ]
what even are you
no subject
Garrus is about to continue, say something about how they're both headed the same way and he thinks he knows where it is maybe possibly hopefully, but Maine is just staggering backwards ( there's something somewhat concerning about seeing such a large man so unsteady on his feet ) before he's turning away. He watches him move unsteadily through the corridor, and well, apparently, they'll each be finding their way to Nomo deck alone.
Which is fine. He needs to run a few scans on his omnitool, figure out as much as he can about this place, try and pinpoint where he is in relation to the Citadel, to home, to the Normandy. Maybe put out a hail for it, find out where everyone else is. maybe other people from the crew got pulled here by this Ingress, too, and if so, he'd certainly like to find them.
He pushes himself away from the wall, glancing briefly down at his MID before he starts to move -- except there's that same man again, lumbering back in his direction and apparently with more to ask as he just moves right up to him and keeps moving until Garrus has to take a step back, and another, his back hitting the same wall he was backed into moments ago.
Well.
A notification pops up on his MID after a few moments of Maine's tapping, and Garrus glances down at it, giving him a bit of an incredulous look. ]
Turian. [ That's the only way that question makes sense to him. Are they out of Citadel space? That little briefing that they were given, Garrus has only had the time to just barely skim through it, and sure maybe they said this thing was supposed to be transdimensional but it's more than a little hard to swallow. A pause, and. ] Say, are you always this friendly, or is it just me?