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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
Craig Boone | Fallout: New Vegas
(cw: alcoholism, mentions of the slavery plot, typical Boone stuff)
[All things considered, things on the ship could be a lot worse. Where Boone came from, the Moira is still a step up even in this sorry state. He's not stuck sleeping on a crusty, bloodstained mattress in a broken down shack in the middle of the wasteland, and the food isn't irradiated to hell and back, so as far as he's concerned he's still living a pretty comfortable life. As for getting rid of things that aren't necessary... he really doesn't own a lot. So even if he was getting used to the luxuries the Moira had to offer, a step back isn't really a big deal to him.
Of course, he's not completely unaffected. He doesn't find it easy to sleep at the best of times, but ever since they left the slaver's outpost he's been suffering from nightmares every night. Rather than lie there thinking about it, he'd rather get up and take a walk around the ship. And after hearing that all unnecessary items were going to be confiscated, he may have indulged in too much of the whiskey he'd stashed away. Just incase that counted as an unnecessary luxury. He'd also hoped it would knock him out for a while, let him sleep even for a few hours. Back in Novac, it had been the only way to get himself through the day. Tonight, he's just not that lucky.
So now he's wandering the darkened hallways, sleep deprived and drunk, and lost in his thoughts. Meaning if someone happens to be coming down the hallway he's in, he's not really in any state to be moving out of the way fast enough. Of course he's going to collide with someone eventually. And after a moment of steadying himself, trying to seem like less of a mess than he really is, he steps back and squints at the stranger from behind his shades.
...Yes, his shades. Why is he wearing sunglasses in the dark? It's one of life's great mysteries.]
Sorry. Didn't see you there.
☄ Search and mark | Cargo Bay
[Rex is a good dog. He doesn't make much mess, he's fairly quiet, and generally he does as he's told. He can get aggressive if he thinks he or his people are in danger, but so far on the ship he's had no real reason to attack anyone.
Besides being a guard dog, however, Rex is also trained to find things that could be useful. Ammo, medical supplies, food, that sort of thing. Boone has no idea how the cyberdog can tell there's less food to go around, but who the hell knows what he's picked up in 200 years? Either way, he's started finding gifts on his bed. Small things, like a roll of bread or an opened, mostly empty box of painkillers. He's not sure where Rex got them, but for the most part he just shrugs and accepts it. It's not hurting anyone, right?
But then Rex starts bringing bigger, more valuable things back, both for him and Elle, and he starts getting a little concerned. Do these things actually belong to someone? Were they just lying around in the Cargo Bay or something? Things might have been different back home, but there's no reason for him to keep other people's stuff here. He wouldn't want people to think he's been stealing from them, especially when he doesn't need or want any of it. He has enough on his plate without having to deal with that kind of mess.
Obviously, the answer is to sneak around the Cargo Bay with a small bag of everyone else's stuff, hoping nobody sees him. To anyone coming in it probably looks bad, but he's actually trying to put things back. He just hopes nobody catches him with something of theirs. "My dog took it" is a pretty lousy excuse.]
☄ Wildcard
(Start whatever here or hit me up at
for the baby
He probably should have been paying more attention himself, but either way, he ends up with Boone walking straight into him. Whoops. He shakes his head when he apologizes.]
It's fine. You're--
[He stops when he really gets a good look at him.]
Well, no wonder. Bit dark to keep wearing those things, isn't it?
[What is it with some people and sunglasses? Honestly.]
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Liquid.
[He blinks, then lowers his shades.]
...Yeah, I guess.
[It's not much better, but still. He's not actually sure why he put them on. Habit, maybe.]
You can't sleep either?
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Yeah. Don't know why. It's just been difficult.
[Might have to do with a lot of things he's had to think about that he's seemingly okay with on the surface, but that's not a big deal. Not to him. Right?]
...Are you alright?
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Yeah, I'm... yeah.
[Well, no, he isn't. And the smell of whiskey on him probably says as much. He doesn't feel like giving Liquid his life story, though. He's an okay guy, but he still doesn't really know him that well.]
Are you?
[He's partly trying to shift the attention back onto Liquid, but it's still a genuine question.]
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I've been worse.
[Sure, he'd been sold into the business of murdering people for entertainment, which he'd found himself getting surprisingly okay with, but at least it wasn't torture, right?
Right?
He shrugs.]
Think I'll probably head to the library for a bit before I try the sleeping thing again. Or not. Haven't really decided. Where are you headed?
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Hadn't really thought about it. Just needed to do something.
[He looks back at Liquid, hesitating for a moment.]
...Mind if I tag along?
[He's not really one for reading even when sober, but maybe being alone with his thoughts right now isn't the best idea. He'll get it if Liquid would rather do things on his own, though.]
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[Sometimes the very act of walking around's something you just have to get up and do. Even if you're not heading to the training room to punch some virtual grunts.]
No, go ahead. As long as you don't mind me spending too much time looking around.
[He doesn't normally have company when he goes to the library, especially at such a late hour, but he's not going to really complain about having company, either.]
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[He starts walking with Liquid, wobbling a little but otherwise doing a pretty good job of staying in a straight line considering how much he's had to drink.]
You go to the library most nights?
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[Sometimes he likes to punch, sometimes he likes to read. He is a man of many interests. If he notices his wobbling, he certainly doesn't mention it.]
Have you been there? They've got a rather impressive selection.
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Reading's not really my thing. Think I checked it out when I first got here, but I didn't stay long. Training sometimes helps, though.
[Though most of Boone's sleep problems come from negative thoughts and nightmares, and working out doesn't always help those much. He has to really wear himself out first.]
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[Some wisdom from someone who refuses to give up, apparently.]
I can get just as absorbed in a book, though. But then sometimes I find I've spent the whole night reading and suddenly I've got things to do, and at that point it's not a good time for anyone.
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[At the very least, it feels good to have an outlet of some kind for his anger. Otherwise, he just bottles it all up and then drinks too much in the hopes of making it go away. It doesn't work.
He smiles very slightly as he replies.]
Know someone else like that. Think he'd read all the time if he could. Never could do it myself, though.
[He's tried, but he usually just... doesn't find much enjoyment in it.]
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[After all, he needs time for working out and venting frustrations and any number of other things one might need. But he can definitely clock up a lot of time in a library.]
I used to read anything I could get my hands on when I was young, and it sort of stuck. I know it's not for everyone, though. At least there's options, right?
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[Or straight up covered in blood. Whose blood? Hell if he knows.]
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[Sometimes there was blood too, but he generally had an idea of whose it was. Because he'd spilled it in the first place.]
I think the library might have comic books, and I'd bet they'd have all their pages.
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[He wonders if he'll even be able to read in this state. Well, no harm in trying.]
I'll check it out. ...Wonder if they'd have the ones from back home.
[He doubts it, but stranger things have happened and people have been teleported here from all over time and space. Why not books?]
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[He might have done something like that once, but he wasn't normally in the business of making collages.]
They might. I mean, things used to just sort of come out of the Ingress whenever it felt like spitting them out, right? They'd most likely send a lot of books that way just because that's where books go.
[Although he did get a few good ones in the mail once.]
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Yeah. Guess I could.
[He's not really all that creative, though. He'd probably just get bored.]
Only thing I got outta the mail so far is music. Wasn't really my thing, so I just put it in a drawer and forgot about it. Still not sure why I got it.
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Don't even have to write your own books, just paste them together. Or you could make a picture or something.
[He crosses his arms, looks a bit thoughtful.]
I got some strange music I hadn't asked for, but I actually liked it. What did you get?
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[The trials of a drunk, sleep-deprived man trying to remember the name of something he barely glanced at before never looking at it again. He rubs his face, hand dislodging his shades briefly.]
I dunno. Kinda feel like that's not right.
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[Night time is the best time for a conversation about good names for bands, right?]
Eh, it's probably close enough, anyway. Got some sort of monkey band myself. I think. Good, whatever it was.
[Soon the library comes into view. Liquid almost forgot that's where he was headed.]
Ah, there we are.
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[Boone only vaguely remembered where the library is, so he's just been following Liquid without thinking much about the destination.]
You know where things are? Don't really feel like getting lost in here.
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[Worry not, Liquid's figured the place out pretty well.]
Sure. It's not like it's going to be a huge labyrinth or anything. You'll be fine.
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[He doesn't usually have a problem with getting himself lost. It's just dark, and he's more disoriented than usual. He knows better than to trust himself completely right now.]
If you can point out the comics I can probably find something on my own. Can come find you once I'm done.
[As long as he knows vaguely where to go, he should be good.]
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