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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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What? Are those-- [ kittens???? he hasn't seen a kitten or even a cat in ages, and now he's having them unloaded on him in the middle of a freaking spaceship and this is mildly alarming but mostly confusing? ]
Um.
[ a vague sound of malcontent, as he tries to shuffle the squirming things around, ignoring for the moment that this has just been assigned to him, and trying to keep up with eggsy, not wanting to separate the kittens from their fluff pack. ] Where'd they even come from?
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[Yeah, that's right Andyr. This place is pretty weird most of the time. Eggsy starts off down the hall, cuddling the kittens he's still holding up to his chest.]
They kind of bloom inside pods? And then they wander around the ship until I find 'em. I've been collecting them so they don't get hurt.
[He shrugs, with the new rules he figures gathering them up is the smart choice.]
You want one? Or two?
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[ that doesn't even make sense, what the fuck, they aren't fruits. nothing living grows on tree, what the actual hell. a lot of questions roll around in his head, but andyr's a little too preoccupied with trying to juggle kittens to shoot them all out.
at the suggestion that he take some permenantly, though, he's lifting a brow at eggsy like that's the worst thing he's ever heard. he's a fish person, okay, not a cat person. ]
Uh, no. I don't need any cats. [ they'll eat his nonexistent fish. ] Look up Valarie Milos, he'll probably take 'em.
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[Eggsy rolls his eyes. This guy. Standing there, not wanting any sweet kittens to keep him company. They're cute and need someone to take care of them, Andyr.]
Oh, I know 'im. Well, I mean I met Val when he was comin' out of the shower.
[He laughs lightly, grinning over at Andyr.]
He kinda looked like a drowned cat himself. All prickly over the shower goin' cold. Was cute.
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[ omfg this ship is so goddamn weird, what the hell. look, cats aren't his thing, okay. maybe if they were puppies. puppies don't eat fish. probably.
at first, the mention that he'd met Val has Andyr a bit pleased that he'd found a friend, but it simmers immediately after, when they're talking about him just out of the shower.
alarm arises at first, that eggsy may have seen the glass panel on the front of Val's chest, and how the younger boy would have gone into a self-conscious fit, concern rising that Eggsy may have laughed at him or been cruel. but that all tilts rapidly at the mention of 'cute', and kill bill sirens go off in his head. ]
Yeah, well, he's also six years old, so keep your hands and eyes to yourself. [ val's had enough people from their world touching all over him either in fascination or something sicker, and an aggressive kind of protectiveness is boiling in andyr over it now. ]
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[If Andyr wants answers, he won't get them from Eggsy. He doesn't know how the Ingress works and he definitely doesn't know about alternate universes and the like.]
Six? He didn't look six to me.
[Eggsy, for a brief moment, feels like the biggest fucking perv in the world. If he really is six years old, then Eggsy'd hit on a kid. But at the same time, he figures that Val would've said something, at least he tells himself that to ease his own fear.]
Looked about my age.
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[ the conversation he'd had with val earlier rings in andyr's head, and while he didn't specifically tell him not to let anything outside of his glass chest and extra organs out, andyr doubts he'll be happy with him if he goes on about him being a test tube creation.
well, he'll probably be pissed enough that he told anyone he's 6 years old as well, but whatever, it needed to be done.
he's at least trying not to be too specific about it. ]
He grew up fast, but believe me, he's only been alive for six years.
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[Eggsy sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets and hunching forward slightly.]
Guess I'll just have to tell 'im that.
[Also see what Val says about it all, if anything. Eggsy doesn't mean to be distrusting, but he likes to hear the truth of it from the source.]
Anyways, how old are you then? Two years old inside a thirty year old's body?
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Thus, he doesn’t respond to that part, just makes a vague grunt, but his mind is elsewhere. On valarie, and bathory, and the parties val was made to attend. The eyes that roamed him. The hands that pulled at him. Val didn’t have the kind of luxury of a sturdy body like andyr to fight it.
At the question of his age, a brow raises, looking wary. ] Twenty-four in a twenty-four year old body. But you can keep your eyes off mine too.
[ it’s likely just the subject that has him edgy and defensive. Since his first few months in hapsburg, he’s never taken any kind of commentary on or attention to his body well. ]
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[Eggsy rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder into Andyr's playfully.]
I might be young and enjoy a good tumble, but I don't go where I ain't wanted. My eyes will stay firmly off your super fit body, ya get me?
[And on Val's. If that kind of attention is wanted.]
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It’s either teenagers or old people. [ old people looking for the bar.
His brow lifts at Eggsy’s assurance, not up enough on English slang to understand what ‘fit’ is supposed to mean, and probably for the best. He just assumes he means, well - fit. Healthy, in shape. Which, he is. Aggressively so. So there’s just a mild squint, but he accepts it otherwise. ]
Right. Yeah. See that you do. [ an awkward pause, while he detaches a micro kitten from his shoulder, and places him/her back into the cradle of his arms. Stop that. ] How’d a spaceship end up with animals on it?