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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
space apps oh my god what
[ He's joking, for the record. And he looks and sounds appropriately amused, hands tucked into his pockets as he steps closer from behind her plush chair after having heard all of that. With all the tension and general paranoia going around the ship, it's actually good to have something genuinely amusing him for a change. ]
you mean yes pls, also back from wedding! sorry for the delay ♥
[ One day she'd learn to look before speaking, but today wasn't that day. She knew that face, deep down somewhere. Was he...? Oh. Oh. Wow, this ship just really liked to pull in all sorts of people. She lets the little recognition play out on her face before trying to talk again, eyes actually lighting up with some weird form of excitement. ] Dr. Banner? I-- You probably don't know me because why would you, but I know you? Or I know of you? In a not creepy stalker kind of way? [ Get back on track, Lewis. ] I'm Dr. Jane Foster's intern, Darcy. We do things with Dr. Erik Selvig and Thor? I-- I kinda tased him?
[ #wordvomitlife ]
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[ Wow talk about a tongue twister. Bruce knits his eyebrows together and smiles like what he just said is ridiculous. (It absolutely is.)
He stares in awkward silence as she watches him for the longest time, finding the changes in her expression rather amusing, until finally she reveals that she knows who he is. He would feel wary or concerned, but as she promptly goes on a ramble that explains so very eloquently who she is, who she knows and how she knows who he is, he smiles lopsidedly and chuckles. ]
Ah. So you're the taser-wielding warrior. [ Delivered as the joke it was when Thor told him. ] I've heard of you. Of course. It's not just every person that tasers Thor.
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[ She can hop onto the tongue twister train. Ridiculous is kind of her middle name, so this is just going swimmingly. Much better than any of the others, mainly because she didn't end up on the floor. Already ahead. Although her grip on the chair's gonna falter slightly because she didn't plan on that actually working when it came to recognition. Her eyes go big again and she kinda feels like a proud five year old that totally just figured out how to access the cookie jar on the top shelf in the locked cabinet. Duuuuuuuuude mini fame is important. ] No way, really? I mean -- yeah. [ Be smooth, Lewis. You got this. ]
I'm definitely not a warrior, but semantics. Besides, Jane hit him with the car so I at least didn't do the worst amount of damage.
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Well, that's the word Thor used. [ He smiles a little, shrugging. ] And for what it's worth, there wasn't a dent on him. I'd wager the car got the worst of the damage.
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[ Half of her conversations teeter on the edge or weird and oddly not!pc. It happens. ]
Maybe I should just add that to my resume. It's not really padding if it actually happened, right? Would that go under past accomplishment or special skills?
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[ Well pancakes are pretty great, so he can't really judge. ]
You can't go wrong if you include it in both. If nothing else you might get a lot of interviews just because people would want to hear more about it.
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