( 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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Daryl Dixon ][ The Walking Dead

[worn_wings]

i. found my way down a hallway with no lights

[Of course Daryl's first assumption is this is some kind of a trick, one last deception-- so much for going home-- but whether he believes it or not, here he is. It all moves too quick-- there's some kind of agreement, and what the hell else is he going to do?-- and then they stick some damn thing on his wrist and leave him to figure the rest out on his own.

He's just getting over the worst of the deer-in-headlights shock when the lights go out. Not out, but close enough after the bright glare of the ship moments before. Throwing himself against the nearest wall-- he was trying to find what they called the Nomo deck-- he takes a moment to survey what he can, let his eyes adjust to the dimmed lights, before moving onward, creeping along the wall with a knife in hand.

This feels pretty familiar, actually. The more things change...]

ii. moving parts || some time later

[Being assigned a job doesn't bother him particularly, though he can tell already he'll miss having the woods to disappear into when he needs-- and the excuse. On paper, mechanic sounds about as good as anything other than what he's used to doing.

But then he heads down to the hold to look at the Moira's vehicles, and realizes how totally out of his depth he is. Right. Outer space. Bound to be more complicated than banging together a scrap bike.

Wandering through, gawking at the small ships and assorted land craft, he tries to come up with a plan of action, but all he can really think of is what the big ship's engine room must look like.]

Wonder if there's a manual....

iii. home, sweet home? || nomo #014, open to roommates or anyone who'd look it up and come visit

[Though he's far from comfortable with the idea of sleeping in a room of strangers, there don't seem to be a lot of options. At least it should be a reasonably secure place to keep his things. Better than lugging it all around as he tries to figure out what he's doing here.

He claims whichever bunk seems unoccupied without complaint, favoring a bottom if he gets a choice in the matter, and stows his pack and extra uniforms before taking a moment to rest, sitting on the edge of the mattress to take a deep breath as he waits to see who else shows up.]

iv. wildcard || choose-your-own adventure

[ hit me up with anything, feel free to hit my plurk, ooc contact, or cr meme with questions. <3 ]

ii

[desperate_times]

Depends on how much reading you feel like doing.

[An Aussie woman with jet black hair comes walking around the side of one of the transports to have a look at the new voice in the transportation hold.]

Though Rinzler might be willing to show you the ropes. He's pretty useful for stuff like that. I take it you know as much about fixing these things as I do. This place sure likes to make mechanics out of people who don't know much about spaceships.

[She shrugs and offers a hand to shake.]

Chloe Frazer. I work here for god knows what reason; I sure don't. I'm a driver, not a mechanic, but tell that to the captains, yeah?

[worn_wings]

[Call it sheer habit that he looks her over like he's sizing up a threat. It's how he always meets new people, really.]

Little as I gotta,

[he says evenly, shrugging. He's more the learn-by-doing type if he has a choice. It's just, he hasn't even got a clue where to start.]

Daryl. [With a nod he shakes her hand. The gesture still always feels out of place to him, but he's not quite as feral as he used to be.] I dunno. Cars, bikes, I can fix. First time seein' spaceships.

[desperate_times]

[Most don't look at her and see a threat. That's probably what makes them so stupid.]

First time for a lot of people. I'm still getting used to the whole thing. That and landing on different planets.

[worn_wings]

[The idea of landing anywhere is definitely more ridiculous than being on a spaceship. At least with the ship-- well, unless you're somewhere you can see out, you can kind of trick yourself into forgetting where it is. He huffs a laugh, not exactly disbelieving, but close.]

Guess I ought just hope nothin gets broken.

found my way down a hallway with no lights

[averagehero]

[completely unlike the cautious Daryl, Saitama is traipsing down the hall whistling. One arm is swinging along carefree, the other holding a bag slung over his shoulder. He's decided to play bald Santa with his snack-stash, since he was informed that any horded food needed to be returned and held as rations. He calmly decided "fuck that" and packed his snacks into a bag, giving them out to anybody who would take them and gobbling down the rejected ones along the way. He definitely gives warning with his loud presence, but he has no clue that the other man is around the corner and jumps to see him suddenly, knife in hand.]

Whoa!

[worn_wings]

[Fortunately, the whistling means that Daryl isn't taken entirely by surprise, which means that even though he's still armed, still on his guard, he's not actually inclined to strike unprovoked.]

Shit--

[Still, he stumbles back a pace, if only to make it clear he's probably not presenting a threat.]

[averagehero]

Shit-- [he'll parrot, but much calmer the second time around. He'll eye the knife, but it gets more of a confused look than one of alarm.]

Dude, you're gonna poke someone's eye out with that.

[worn_wings]

[With a grim, appraising look at the other man, he lowers the knife-- though there's not a chance in hell of him putting it away.]

Not if I got a choice about it.

[That's.... Encouraging?]

[averagehero]

There's kids around, man. At least don't walk with it pointed out. [kids are dumb and while there weren't a ton on the Moira, there were a few.]

[worn_wings]

Yeah, but what else is around?

[Cranky retort though that is, it's also a legitimate question. In his experience sudden near-darkness just isn't usually a good sign, and he's waiting for the proverbial other shoe.]

[averagehero]

Can't think of anything you should stab. You new?

ii

[kidjoy]

Manual to what?

[There's a little girl sitting atop one of the landcraft, a beat up old Trans-Am tucked mostly out of the way of the bigger fare. She's cross-legged on the hood, probably ruining the paint job with her boots. But the thing's so dirty and scratched up it's hard to tell if she's really caused a mess or if the mess has rubbed off on her.

She's got a soda bottle sitting beside her, almost empty, and she's tossing the bottle caps between her hands.]

Ain't seen you done here before. You one of the new things they pulled through?

[worn_wings]

[Well, hey there, kid.]

Any of these. 'Cept maybe that one,

[he hedges, nodding at the car she's sitting on. It's not exactly his style but it's a welcome bit of near familiarity here, stuck between the damn spaceships.]

Yeah, I'm new. [He nods, more greeting than affirmation.] Daryl.

[kidjoy]

Don't think this thing ever had a manual anyway.

[Not that she'd give it up if it did. But it's a good answer anyway. If she thought anyone would touch the family car, she'd be upset. Instead, she's giving him something near a smile and sliding off the hood. The lack of child pressed against it reveals the large spider painted on the front.]

Welcome to hell, Daryl. They're callin' it space, but. [She shrugs, amused.] They got ya workin' down here or something?

[worn_wings]

Supposed to be a mechanic.

[So, maybe, if things here are broken. He takes another appraising look at the car before turning all his attention to the kid. It doesn't escape his notice that she doesn't trade her own name, but maybe she's-- not shy, just wary?]

What about you?

[Work or anything else, however she feels like taking the question.]

[kidjoy]

Supposed to be? Either ya ain’t sure or ya don’t know much about your job.

[She smiles, partially to soften the jab but mostly because he was one of the few people not to ask. It get so tiring to field the name question.]

They got me workin’ on the electricity. [Her nose wrinkles, a clear indication she’s not pleased with her position.] Pretty stupid of them. Ya don’t take somebody from the desert and tell ‘em to fix the fancy shit.

[worn_wings]

[Names make things a lot easier. If she wants to stick with 'hey, you,' he can deal with it, at least for the moment.]

Guess I dunno much.

[And that's the honest truth. He can't bother feeling bad about it, not when he's never seen anything like these ships. Clearly whoever's in charge isn't thinking things through-- or maybe they're desperate.]

You ever done work like that?

[Shit, she's just a kid. Job like that sounds dangerous. Flat as his tone is, his expression makes it clear he finds it a dubious prospect.]

[kidjoy]

[She snorts but she can appreciate a little honesty. She can give a little in return.]

Not before I came here, I hadn't. We didn't have electricity back in the Zones, so ain't like I was ever gonna learn it there. [She shrugs.] They ain't very smart 'round here. They just put people in positions all willy-nilly and expect it to work out.

[She doesn't hide how little she regards the captains, former or otherwise. She makes a face, nose wrinkled and frown disproving.]

i

[thumbsdown]

[Boone is still trying to let his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness, but by the time he comes across Daryl he's more or less just moving forward with his hand skimming the wall. He sees him before he bumps into him at least, but he does step back when he sees the knife.]

...Guessing you just got here.

[It's the most reasonable explanation, unless they're being attacked again. Boone likes to think he'd know something about it if that were the case, though.]

[worn_wings]

[He can't help but scowl, which doesn't make the observation any less true. What's wrong with being cautious in a new place?]

Barely know where here is.

[Lowering his blade-- but definitely not putting it away-- he glances over his shoulder warily, for what little good it does in the gloom.]

[thumbsdown]

[Boone doesn't seem bothered by the scowl. He was pretty much doing the same thing when he got here.]

Yeah. Place was hard enough to navigate with the lights still on. You looking for anywhere in particular?

[He knows his way around by now, at least. Might as well see if he can get this guy to his room or something.]

[worn_wings]

Some place called Nomo.

[Whether he's gonna stay in the room remains to be seen-- he's not eager to bunk with strangers-- but it seems like a place to start.]

[thumbsdown]

[He pauses for a moment, trying to remember how to get there from here, then grunts.]

Yeah, I know where it is. Can take you there if you want.

[Once he's there, he can probably figure out where his own room is without Boone's help.]

[worn_wings]

[Trusting total strangers to show him around strange places? Not Daryl's strong point.

But he's well-armed and lacking in better choices, so after a moment he gives a short nod.]

If it ain't outta your way.