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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
Re: 2!
There's a second before he speaks, but when he does his voice is deep and rough.]
...I apologize for my current state. It is not my intent to upset you.
[He can't help but feel that he wouldn't have had such a strong reaction upon finding a severed head, but then again not everyone is as accustomed to the horrors of war.]
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N-No. No, it's-- It's okay.
[ Is it? He's a disembodied head. Swallowing, she sits up, watching him closely. Is she hallucinating? Is he really...? ]
Are you-- Are you all right? You can't be... [ A head. ] What happened?
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[He lets out a very small grunt at her second question, a faint smirk on his lips. If one didn't know any better, one might think it was a grim little chuckle.]
Why am I like this, you mean? Someone swung a blade through my neck - I would've thought that obvious.
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[ He's in pretty good spirits for someone with no body, honestly. And that sass. ]
No, that, uh...that's obvious. [ Sort of. It could've been a different weapon, after all.] I meant... How are you still talking when you don't have lungs or...or anything? Is this some kind of magic?
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[Would it be weird to say that he kind of likes being a head? Or at least, he likes being a head when there's no one around to bother him about the fact that he's a head. It's helped him find inner peace.]
I don't rightly know, to be honest. I've never cast a spell in my life, I was a swordsman by trade. [Not the good or heroic kind, either.] I spent my whole life fighting, and then I should've died.... I didn't.
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[ And she really, really has to question the Ingress' capabilities if it's dragging in a warrior's severed head. Geez. Ava looks him over with curiosity for only a moment. She doesn't sense blood magic and he has an aura. She should have seen that before but she's been trying to conserve her energy. ]
So you don't even know why you're still alive. [ In a sense. ] I'm sorry you're still stuck, and sorry that you're here. The Ingress - that portal thing you came through - doesn't discriminate when it wants people.
[ Which is pretty awful. ]
How did you get up here on the deck?
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[Which is more than he can say about some people's fates. ]
Besides, it can be quite the peaceful existence. When stranger's are not screaming at me, that is.
[Was that a joke? It was close to one, at least.]
Oh, a fellow warrior carried me here. His name was Reinhardt, I believe.
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[ It has to be some kind of blood magic, or some kind of curse. How sad. He doesn't seem to be so upset at the moment. Ava quirks a small smile, self-deprecating in nature. ]
Yeah... Sorry. I'm not used to severed heads just hanging around - and especially not those who can talk. It's good you're finding a way to get around, too...but I'm surprised the captains haven't tried to find some other way for you to get from place to place.