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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
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Back up for a moment please, Peter, you've lost me. Someone's watching you? Someone has been following you here, on this ship? Something has been hacked?
[ He may not be the man she knows, but in a weird way she feels a small amount of sentiment for what may be the best-of-all-possible-worlds version. Like for once she finally understands what Crystal saw in him in the first place.
But more practically, if someone is spying on people on this ship, she damn well wants to know about it in great detail. And she needs to keep all the good will she can get, which means if she can help him...she does care. In her way. For a variety of reasons. ]
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I don't think you were here to see some of the problems I caused a few months ago. A while back someone spied on my conversations with my sister, used it to- to threaten her. You can check the MID archives and see how well I took that.
[If the Pietro she knows is anything like him, particularly when it concerned Wanda, he thinks she won't have to look to know the rampage he went on.]
And now there's something in the walls, in the system of the ship and if it turns out like last time, who else could end up hurt? What other conversations will get listened in on and cause shit for somebody? It's a problem! A huge problem!
[The forced calm has lapsed again; he's back to a near explosive tone and twitching like one large agitated muscle.]
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And she knows all too well what sort of destruction Pietro was capable of, when he felt his sister was threatened. ]
Hush for a moment.
[ If her husband and sister have always been raw force, Medusa has always been versatile subtlety. If he wanted to run, she could never catch him. But what she can do is raise the canopy of her hair, billowing out until it touches the walls on all sides and envelops them in a bright red cocoon. Just loose enough to let them breathe.
When she's satisfied her protection will hold, then she continues. ]
Someone who? Do you know? Now or then.
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He's not sure when knowing other people with powers is going to get old, but it surely isn't today.]
I knew who it was then. [It takes him a moment to speak, eyes still on the mass of hair.] Rinzler. Don't go near him.
[Medusa's power is interesting and he doesn't think Rinzler is going to cause any more trouble. But he'd rather be safe than ever see someone else die like J.]
He went through my conversations on the MID. Recorded them. Used them to threaten people I'd been talking about. [He pauses.] If you knew Pietro, you know he has a sister. That I have a sister.
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[ Since that's neither here nor there, since Lorna isn't on this ship, and may well not exist outside of Medusa's own universe. Possibly she shouldn't have mentioned that at all. They don't need to get into his confusion over who willingly has children with Magneto. ]
I don't know this Rinzler. [ Off in the net of her hair there are currents, deep eddies of thought. ] Why was he interested in you? Or was it Wanda? Or were you just a convenient target with secrets?
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[Another sister? He takes a moment to just be stunned. He knows he's got a sibling back home that the twins here don't, but not a Lorna. And it's not like he knows his father to say that another sibling couldn't exist.
He takes another moment to push past it.]
It was me. I don't know why it started, but he attacked me the first day I showed up. I got pissed at him later, we fought again and he started talking about her. He played recordings of my conversations about her. He claims it wasn't a real threat, but how else was I supposed to take it?
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It sounds suspiciously like the beginnings of blackmail. [ Her voice is hard. She knows what she's talking about. ] One does not make secret recordings and then reveal knowledge of their existence for many reasons besides leverage. You are sure you've never met this man before— how certain are you that he has never met you before you came here?
[ Now is a great time to wish they had collected more intel on the X-Men's and Avenger's affairs. She doesn't know all their villains to even know if she should recognize a name like Rinzler. ]
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[After so long of everyone acting like the incident was nothing, of even Rinzler telling him it's not what really happened, it's validating that someone agrees with him. Even if Peter no longer plans to do something about it.]
If he did, he never said anything. [Possibly because he rarely spoke, but Rinzler still had never indicated that he knew Peter from anywhere before.] But with how insane this place is, who knows? I've already meet people from all over the timeline of my own universe let alone- [He gestures at her.]
If that was the issue he could at least say it! It would have been easier to deal with.
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If he wanted to resolve the issue, he would have spoken to you instead of stalking you. So obviously he does not want to make amends, or care if you are willing to make amends.
[ Somewhere in the ripples of her hair there's a deep and dangerous undertow of thought. ]
Perhaps the issue is with Wanda?
[ Wanda makes issues wherever she goes, just as a point of her existence. ]
Anyone with a speck of sense can see that the best way to rile her is to target her brother. Any version of her brother, I imagine.
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But- [He sighs.] -it's not like I can forget.
[He bristles at the implication that Wanda is the problem. But Medusa isn't trying to pick a fight and he knows that. He stiffens, but keeps his tone as even as he can.]
Maybe. But he hasn't done anything to Pietro. Or her-[He stops, unsure what Meduse might know of Wanda's kids.] Or tried to talk to her, from what she's told me. And he claims he wants nothing to do with her.
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