thisavrou_log | ( august intro log )

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!

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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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[She can't hold back a small snort of laughter. They really have such a talent for finding trouble, and Wanda's not willing to write all of this off as benign yet.]

They are telling the truth...or a little of it. I saw those men in his memory when they locked him up.

[And she does not believe for a second that they don't even have a guess to what made a perfectly normal crew member into a walking, breathing, skeletal black hole.]

[ Bruce nods, inclined to believe Wanda, for the simple reason that he doesn't think she'd lie when it comes to something like this. After their last talk, he feels like there's a little more ground to stand on when it comes to the two of them too, and he would hope that means she's more willing to be open with him, if nothing else then at least when they're going through complicated times. ]

I figured as much— from what you told them.

[ He doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, though he can't really understand what would drive her to try and poke into the mind of a monster. But that's a whole can of worms he's not inclined to open right now. ]

Can you pick up anything else from them? Are they... can you tell if they know how the Ploiatos ended up like that? Anything about Caducus Primary you've picked up on?

[Even if she doesn't actively remember, some of the emotions from the time the Ingress erased linger. Wanda doesn't feel quite so awkward anymore, though at this point she's willing to go out of her way even for Tony. The Avengers need to pull together now.]

I would have to be closer to try, but there are not many reasons for a counselor to find them.

[And with all this emphasis on 'doing their jobs' she doubts they'd see her without some prior arrangement.]

Ploiatos knew what I was doing, tried to turn it against me. I can try...but they might sense it too.

[ Funny what dire times do, in these situations. Bruce isn't even sure if he can consider himself an Avenger anymore, when everyday it becomes clearer to him that after Ultron, he no longer has a place on that team. He doesn't need to be told that much— too smart and too perceptive for his own good, and he knows himself too well. He's kept it to himself up until now, but at times like this, he feels genuinely unsure as to whether he belongs. ]

No. I don't mean— you shouldn't do that. There's no need for you to put yourself at risk.

[ It's hard to think of reasons why he even cares about that other than he wants her to be safe; luckily he doesn't try particularly hard to think of them. Hopefully she won't ask, either. ]

[It's easy enough to assume that Bruce is just being pragmatic, so this time Wanda doesn't ask. Especially when exposing one of the telepaths would potentially put the others in a dangerous position.

But if nothing else, Wanda can take some comfort from the fact that there simply aren't enough cells in the hold for all of them.]

I can feel strong emotions, but it's harder to know if someone's lying. And they seem very...calm.

[ If she thinks he's just being pragmatic, then all the better. Spares him having to answer why he'd care about her safety. Besides, she's not wrong in her conclusions either— he also wouldn't want their new captain and first mate turning too much unwanted attention to the most powered people on this ship.

He still remembers what little Wanda told him with vivid clarity, and can't forget the way she looked, how rattled she was. He doesn't want that happening in any way, not to her or anyone else. ]

I can imagine. For now... I guess, just keep an eye on them. Can you let me know if you pick up on anything fishy?

I will. But you be careful, too.

[Not that she's expecting to; if they have any idea what she's capable of they'll either try to bring her to heel immediately or keep her from getting in range. Or perhaps something else...]

They said they 'shut Manasseh down.' I don't know how.

I always am.

[ He always has to be, more like. And he won't lie, his last meeting with Wanda left him feeling a lot warier of anyone around him he doesn't know, especially anyone with the power and relevance necessary to throw him into a cage and do whatever they wanted with him. ]

Me neither. I wasn't there, but... those who were said that the captain only said a word, and she dropped to the ground. [ A pause. ] It also looked like she already knew them.

I wonder if they could do that to us, too...

[Is everyone else really not suspicious of this weird device that's literally attached to all of their hands? Maybe it has a trigger word. Who knows? But either way, none of that is particularly comforting.]

I can't read someone in cryo. We won't know until she wakes up.

[Not that she's ever had much success on the previous captains before, of course.]

[ Bruce frowns at the unpleasant taste that remark leaves in his mouth. He knows why she'd worry, though, and his eyes fall to the MID around his wrist almost immediately. ]

It's possible. I don't know. I guess we'll just... have to hope they'll never have reason to do it.

[ He certainly wouldn't take kindly to having his head played with so easily, even if they couldn't manage anything more than get him unconscious. It's even more worrying and terrifying to think that they might be able to do much more. ]

I figured you couldn't. That's alright, I'm not really sure you'd find out a lot, not without drawing too much attention to yourself.

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