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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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Pew. Shot out an airlock into space. Spacing.
[ For a beat, he doesn't move to shake, but stares at the hand, like he's somewhat confused by it. He isn't like Alva, he didn't have a job, he wasn't staff. He was one of the cattle. They don't shake hands with him, they don't call him his name, they don't say nice to meet you. Hell, even people who do talk to him don't usually thing meeting his is that nice. ]
...First time for everything. [ he mumbles, but extends a hand to shake. ] Sure. Nice to meet you, Daisy. I got a friend named Posie back home, you know.
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Let me guess. You're pretty familiar with space wherever you've come from?
[Daisy laughs at that. Posie sounds like a way more interesting name than Daisy.]
Flower names are pretty cool.
[Digging into her 'meal', Daisy tried to pace herself but she was starving right now.]
Never heard the name Andyr before. I like it.
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[ old scifi, relatively speaking, considering he was born in 3427. they'd managed decent space travel, gotten to mars and back, and further, but nothing like star wars. and he sure as fuck wasn't one of the people rich enough to take a mars vacation. ]
Yep. Called her Rosie sometimes too. About the only thing a lot of people liked back home were the House gardens.
[ Val and Miray both loved them. Mal too. Reminded them that maybe there were still some unspoiled things left in the world. Andyr'd never quite found the same adoration for them, but it was enough to watch them have peaceful moments. ]
Yeah? It's spelled with a Y too, not an E. My mom was kinda weird.
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[Did he even know that show existed? Considering the time he was born in.]
Rosie Posie. I like that.
[It was nice to hear something about his home, and the way he smiled when he talked about it.]
You had gardens? That sounds really cool. I had concrete growing up in Manhattan.
[If you didn't count the parks.]
Did she have a name like that too?
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Andyr smiles fondly, at the approval of Rosie-Posie, and feels a pang of sadness, for the fact the girl attached to the name isn't here. Still stuck back home, but god, she'd love this place. The moment they're able to, Andyr will be pulling her through to see this place. ]
Me, no. Another House. I lived in a place that was sort of like a military fortress. [ a military torture fortress, but, you know, whatever. not the best lunch time topic. look at him, actually giving a shit about comfortable topics. this is maybe the most normal conversation he's had since showing up here. ]
She was 'Halina', so no, not really. My sister was 'Jehanne', though.
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[Yeah. He wouldn't be able to watch it here, she realized that now.
Judging by the way he talked about where he lived, she decided to drop that for now.]
Both names I've never heard of before. Pretty though. I like it.
[Daisy noticed the 'was' though. It was safe to assume either he's saying that just because of her not being here or, you know, dead.]
So this is kind of left field, but... I can't be the first one to tell you that you have someone here who looks a lot like you, right?
[She held off as long as she could, which wasn't very.]
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[ he'd say "i'll look it up when I get home" but that's fucking laughable. even if it were available as anything but a relic, he doesn't get fucking movies or tv in his cell. like hell he would. ]
Yeah? Always thought they were kinda nice. At least there wasn't anyone to confuse them with.
[ not a lot of people with their names running around, really, though weird names isn't totally uncommon in his time period. they're just not usually the same weird names. at the question, though, andyr lifts his brows, and immediately sighs, looking down to his food to stir at it a bit, voice dry. ]
Half-robot? Yeah, I met Barnes. Clones are a normal thing where I'm from, so. It's not that weird for me. [ not that weird, no. he did almost run out to murder him, because having clones isn't something you want in his world, but it's not unusual, and they've since talked and gotten over the murder attempts. ]
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[Daisy was already halfway done with her 'meal', and she noticed he hadn't even started his own.
...Wait. Clones were normal?!]
Are you serious? That's so cool!
You know, if they don't use your face to do bad things.
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[ MAybe the Ingress will just spit it out at them, he's heard that happens. With a horse, for Levi. He's been picking at his food a little bit here and there, and will likely inhale it in a bit, but for the moment he's more concerned with chatting.
However, the excitement over clones isn't at all shared, in fact, he's looking a bit pressed by it. ]
They use my face to do whatever the fuck they want. [ He remarks, a bit of bitterness in it, and takes a moment to pick at some of his food, chewing a mouthful or two, before adding on. ] The people making them. The clones hardly get any choice in it.
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