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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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It is all so very curious and fascinating. He finds himself flitting from section to section in silent awe, and his mind is so lost in his interest that he does not even recognize the man dozing to the side until he speaks. When he does, Spock’s attention immediately returns to the present.]
Doctor. You are here. [An obvious observation, yet something he feels he must say, not only for the fact that the Doctor is aboard the Moira but also to address that he is in the same space as Spock as well.
And the Doctor's comment proves particularly difficult to answer well without further context.] I do not know in which manner I should address your statement.
[Or if it is even welcome, given the usual pattern of their dialogues.]
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That'd always been his biggest dig against spaceships, how confined and unnatural they felt. Humankind isn't meant for this kind of life, especially not for any sort of prolonged period of time.
But that is a digression for another time, when McCoy's not so stunned and annoyed by the first officer's presence, whether it be a dream or not. He scrubs at his eyes, a soft sigh escaping from his lips. ]
You could jus' say you're happy to see me. [ If this were a real dream, he would, if only because that's the only place Leonard would expect to hear it. He tosses his hand down atop his leg, his back pushing uncomfortably away from the wirey fence. ]
Oh yeah, this was a bad idea. [ He groans, reaching around to rub the ache settling in along his spine, his fingers massaging against bone and muscle as he slouches forward. ]
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Not knowing the best means to allay the doctor’s aches, he simply offers his hand as a means to aid the man in straightening himself.]
It does seem quite foolish.
[He remarks, not to be condescending, but to agree. The interlocking chains, while fairly sustainable against great weight, are hardly something pleasant to lay one’s weight against.]
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He rubs his fingers a little more firmly into the muscle, rising slowly to his feet, his efforts paused when he notices the other's hand extended toward him. ]
I'm fine. [ He shrugs, his hand lowering away from his aching back. ] Just a little more worn out than I thought.
[ A long day of processing new crewmembers through medbay will do that to a man. But Leonard's not about to continue grousing about his pitiful predicament. Much as he wants to, he's a little more concerned with Spock's presence aboard the ship, and how he's been able to absorb and adapt to all this.
He looks the Vulcan over cursorily, his gaze drifting down furtively then back up, assuring himself that no part of him was lost on the way through the Ingress. (He was told such a thing would never happen, that no one's ever lost a body part when they've come through, but McCoy, as always, remains skeptical.) When his eyes meet Spock's again, he forces himself to frown. ]
You're lookin' lively as ever. [ He remarks dryly, but with good nature. Like there was some small part of him that wanted to say something else, something a little more sappy, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words. ]
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As Leonard looks him over, Spock takes his own turn to assess his companion's condition. While in some ways he seems very much the same as Spock would expect, there is an underlying exhaustion that Spock senses is new, something quite unlike the usual wear of a day's work in the medical bay and instead akin to anguish.
It concerns him immediately, but he knows better than to speak too quickly. He offers a familiar, amused tilt of the head at Leonard's remark as he replies.]
And fortunate that you as well are well enough, Doctor. [And then a bit cheekily...] Perhaps some exercise will ease your aches.
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Did the captains make you a medic? 'Cause if they did, I'd ask for a reassignment, if I were you. [ Because he's not impressed with that medical advice. At all. If Leonard had to prescribe himself anything, it'd be a nice, long session in the massage chair he has tucked away somewhere on Mero deck. Something to knead the soreness out of his back. Too bad the ship's power isn't stable enough to keep the thing juiced.
He'll just have to keep working the soreness out himself. He reaches behind his back and rubs once more before pulling back. ]