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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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No.
[Granted, he doesn't actually make an effort to stop Lúcio as he stalks off, but he hopes he'll get the hint.]
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You don't think that being that way on a literally alien ship is kind of a bad idea? What if they have one of those guns that can levitate you!
[said by raising his arms up. up is where things that levitate go!]
Or, you know. Dog pile you and throw you in the brig.
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[He can't really be sure about that, so maybe he's just saying it to convince himself. It's strange that there's no sign of any captors, but that doesn't mean they aren't there.
Mostly he's trying to get Lúcio off his back.]
You think this is really space?
[He maybe has some doubts.]
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[though seeing 76 have doubts causes lúcio to feel a little silly at immediately believing it.]
Either way, we're here now. Gonna have to figure it out sooner or later. Oh! Maybe it's a reality tv show! Suddenly stuck in space! That seems like something Goldshire Studios would crap out.
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Roundabout, sure. Wouldn't put it past them.
The more the kid talks, however, the more 76 thinks he's heard that voice before. He's a little too caught up in his own revenge quest to pay too much attention to current pop culture, but--]
Don't you...make music, or something?
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[seeing as this guy is, uh. yeah.]
Looks like I'm reaching even more people than I thought I was.
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[He watches the news!! Mostly for other things, but sometimes Lúcio pops up there, he guesses. Now that he seems to have calmed down from the immediate panic of being kidnapped to space, he gives the kid a closer look.]
See you on posters sometimes.
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[not being arrogant, it's just a general fact. lúcio grins again, then winces. rubs his cheek. fiddles with his wub gun.
he's happy to see this guy has calmed down, though. vaguely, he thinks of someone holding their hand out to a wild animal, waiting for it to sniff them.]
Yeah! I was down to play in Numbani but I guess... I'm gonna miss that now.
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Tell me about it.
[Actually, don't. It's a rhetorical statement.]
I don't have time for this.
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[he turns the wubs up a little higher.]
C'mon, listen to the healing beats! Take a moment! We just got here!
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What are you doing.
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[remember how you PUNCHED HIM. lúcio knows the sonic technology will work on 76 if he has any issues.]
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But the mention that it's making Lúcio's face feel better, however, catches his attention.]
Some kind of tech?
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[lúcio assumes if 76 knows about him, he knows about the revolution.]
It's got healing beats and speeeed boost!
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Healing beats, though.]
Right.
[That seems to be all he has to say about that. If 76 is impressed, he doesn’t show it—in fact, all of his body language indicates that he’s hoping to be on his way.]
Are you done?
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[he raises two fingers to his forehead.]
Good luck, man.
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