thisavrou_log | ( august intro log )

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( august intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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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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I. ( Ingress )
[ This is something that feels like whiplash, he thinks. Because one minute he feels himself walking through the portal to leave Teleios and home, the next he remembers none of it and a flash a time back moves forward. Life seems to settle, a new group threatens their community, he gets shot in the eye, survives, sees time calm down again for a one or two before another group threatens his family, and...

Well.

Ingress pulls him in, as if fate decided it's time for something new! Carl feels himself pass through the doors of the RV to only suffer suddenly from a weird sensation washing over him, making him all the more light headed, dizzy. The memories of his time in Teleios come flooding back, instantly.

And with all that, the feeling of being mentally overloaded, he falls on all fours on the platform, looking near about to gag, only just really trying to gather his wits. He slowly grows more aware of his surroundings and situation, mostly to the the fact that he's not in Alexandria anymore and his pants are missing leaving him to find himself in just his boy's boxer shorts (so definitely not naked or unlike anything you'd see at the beach, thank you god), with his weapons on the floor around him.

Goddamn.

As something he's obviously not thrilled with or able to comprehend right now, he swears aloud in an exasperated boyish voice. It's loud enough to draw anyone's attention. ]

What the hell? What's going on?

II. ( Exploring )
[ Now with a uniform on and explanations to where this place is behind him, Carl takes to exploring the ship. The first and most important thing on his mind is finding anyone he knows, family and friends, from home or Teleios. Honestly right now he hasn't any other better ideas. He needs to know if there's anyone or if he's on own, though. Which is why he wanders about for a while in the halls, to the front and back of the ship, the less crowded and the more crowded area, everywhere possible. He doesn't care that he seems aimless.

When he gets tired of that, though, the second thing that comes to his mind is finding his assigned room and checking it out. Mero Deck, room 16, he remembers. It's easy enough to find. But not anything like he expected. The hall was like one of the temples he learned about in school once upon a time, the ones that used to be built to worship Greek Gods. The room itself was much more amazing and space-like though. Carl feels like he can't help but take it all in, his mouth forming a small o due to how unreal and amazing the sights are.

Like at one point, he thought Alexandria and some places in Teleios were nice, but this place was definitely nicer. It didn't even fully occur to him that other people lived on this floor or in the same room (ooc: pick an area!) until there was the WHOOSH sound of the door opening again behind him. He turned around to face whoever it was with slightly surprise, but a polite, unsure shuffle backwards to get out of the way.

His third idea later was to get the lowdown on his assigned job. It didn't seem so bad to be assigned the position of Weapons Specialist, but still a part of him was feeling cautious of working with other people. He needed to check them out, so popping his head in or around the armory, he takes a look around at what there is to see. Anyone that comes in receives a tentative glance with his one eye or subtle nod (if they happen to greet to him) in response. ]

III. ( Wildcard )
[ Tag in with your own scenario. ]

Little dude!

[Peter pauses in the middle of Mero's hall, a few snack cakes in hand and one already stuffed in his mouth. He points at Carl dramatically, failing to remember the kid's name and shrugging after a moment.]

You. From the collective. I'd say I haven't seen you around in a while, but I haven't been around much either. I didn't know you were on this floor.

[Because he doesn't recall anytime in the past meeting the "dude" pointing dramatically at him all of a sudden, but knows all about places like Teleios and this ship being weird with memories and bringing people in from all over time, Carl stops in his tracks and blinks with his eye.]

What?

[Honestly tries to think if he's met the silver hair guy before, but he draws a blank. Keeping as neutral of a face as possible though, he shakes his head.]

Uh, sorry. I remember seeing you before. I just got here. [And? But! To make some conversation, he guesses he should add:] I think this is my floor.

What?

[Peter lowers his hand, frowning. It's not like there were that many children on board that he would get one confused for another.]

No dude, you were definitely here before I took an ice nap. You didn't just get here. I saw you at the collective, like two planets ago? We talked about horses or girls or something.

[If only that were the case. As it is, it's much more complicated than that and Carl really can't help un-confuse the situation. His facial expression grows only a little more confused hearing that.]

I have no idea what you're talking about then, man. I did just get here. [His hand flicks to his side, gesturing at the side of the hallway.]

Yeah. No. I'm not crazy. Unless you've got a twin running around here. Which, to be honest, has happened.

[Like the million people who look like Steve. Or the three Charles look a-likes Peter's run into.]

[Alright. He can't say he can't see that happening, in a different sort of timey wimey-memory loss sort of way - but still, how or why would he have a twin that looked so much like him, down to the eye-thing? He finds he has to be insistent that much is not possible, shaking his head.]

Pretty sure I don't have a twin. So I don't know if you're crazy or not, or if it's this place [there's an emphasis on 'this place' making it sound he believes it's that, more than Peter being necessarily crazy], but I still don't know who you are...

[This is where a name would have come in handy, but given that he doesn't know it, he breaks off for a second.]

Uh, who are you even?

You could. There's like a million people where who look exactly like my sister's friend.

[Steve, Nick, and now Alva, any more and someone would have to insist on name tags. And then there had been Chara and Frisk...]

Honestly, I'm not even sure if I introduced myself last time, to your twin. It's Peter. Peter Maximoff.

["You could," he says. Carl can't quite see that still, so he shakes his head slightly; a processing and weak protest if anything, but he'll get his mind around it eventually. A former teacher in Teleios had a "twin" that was almost like an exact copy of herself, after all.

Moving on from the idea of twins or "other-selves" or whatever, he relaxes a little when Peter introduces himself.]

Yeah. Okay. Peter. [Still doesn't ring any bells, you know, so he breathes out tentatively to gather his wits about him.

The least he can do, he figures, is introduce himself back.] I'm Carl.

[He snorts but lets it go. The kid will see soon enough. It took Peter enough time to deal with it, after all.]

Carl. [He smiles, holds out his hand. He can't actually remember if he'd gotten to names the last time, which might make it a small relief if this kid couldn't remember him. Or if this was just another twin. Whichever.] Well if this is your first time around here, welcome to space little dude.

[Likewise on letting it go. He does briefly frown at the corners due to the snort directed his way though. However, a faint upwards tug takes its place with hearing the welcome right after. Don't get him wrong he's not pleased about being here, but it is nice to have someone try to make it better.

Sorry if he hesitantly looks at the hand proffered to him rather than taking it, though. He's still getting his bearings here.]

Yeah, it is. Thanks...I guess. There is other stuff to do than stare at walls and space though, right?

[He's not offended, letting his hand drop back to his side after a moment. At least Carl wasn't the attack as a greeting type. He could deal with people who didn't want to be touched.]

Your job. [He says it with a laugh. He didn't bother doing his for the first several months, not really.] When things are running better, you could use the lounge to watch movies or play games. Or we got the pool. Training room if you like that kind of thing. Gardens, exercise room, the observation deck-which is basically staring at space. You make your fun.

[No, he is not the attack type. But remembering himself now a little, he does look to the side. He is the type that's conscious of his bandaged face, after all.]

So, just work and make my own fun, huh. [He nods both to himself and Peter, and sighs.] I guess I do that already. But it'd be nicer if I were just at home already.

[It'd be nice if things were just that easy too, but he accepts that they aren't and moves on after a pause. Besides, for all the things listed to him, he is a little curious of one thing.]

What games are there?

Believe me, most of us think that. [Sure, a few want to stay on the ship. But those are the minority here.] We just got to bide our time and try to make the best of it until they either fix that machine or get us somewhere that someone can.

[Not the most appealing plan, but it's the only one they had.]

I'm not sure what everyone else has, but I've got a few. Fighting, racing, and a hunting one.

[Yep. He nods half heartedly at that, knowing that most people probably want to got home yet all they can do is bide time. So he focuses on the things he can do, the other half he hears.]

Right. So maybe I should become a scientist. [He says unwittingly, with a hint of sarcasm. It's the best idea he's got for solving the machine's problem. (At one point he did want to know a lot about science so it doesn't come from no where, he just doesn't realize it.)]

Huh, so there's no games in the room for everyone? [Bummer. 'Course he doesn't know how to ask a new people, friends(?) to borrow games, etc.]

Might take you a while to catch up with the rest of the science department. They're all like, super geniuses. [Bruce understands the speed of light, that's totally a genius thing. Right?] You might be able to convince one of the teachers to catch you up but.

[But the science teacher was sort of still dead.]

Maybe? I know there's a bunch of movies in there though. If you like kids movies. And there's ping pong.

[Right. He kind of figures it would take a lot to catch up to what personnel the ship may have and even then, he may not cut it. But those words has him partly considering it for real now.]

All I have to do is try, I guess...

[Maybe he'll track down someone to help learn, maybe he won't. He kinda likes where he was assigned in the Weapons Specialist department, so he'll see how he feels later. Yeah, getting home is important, but so is doing what he can do best. The high level of science that goes with portals may be out of his league, anyway. May be too dangerous.]

I don't know about kids movies. [He frowns, feeling too old for PG13 at the very least. Plus he outright ignores the idea of ping-pong 'cause he feels his depth perception isn't ready for that.] But movies sound cool. Depends on how kiddy.

[Peter laughs. It's such a serious sounding reaction to something Peter thinks is better off left to the professionals. But maybe that's because he already trusts the people in the department when they say they're trying. He has friends there and he believes they'l be the ones to fix things. Peter trying for himself just seems like a a farce in face of their work.]

Disney too kiddy for you? Because there's some of that in there. [Which, hey, even Peter didn't dis the princess films. He spent too much time letting his sister pick the movies to complain. Anything she liked was a soft spot for him.] There's a few alien flicks in there too, if you'd rather try those.

[It is a bit of a serious reaction, but right now Carl doesn't feel as if he should let himself lighten up fully or take anything at less than face value just yet. His lips thin with a look considering the choice of Disney or alien movies. He has a sister as well that would have loved the former (though she's not around), but as for the alien movies, they seem to hit to close to his current situation. So. It's a tough decision. He eventually figures aliens movies are probably a little better for his age.]

Yeah. I don't know. Disney is okay, I guess, but maybe the aliens... Maybe there's something to be learned from them. [Indirectly, of course.]

You could just ask the actual aliens running around here if you want to know something. We've got plenty and I doubt movies are that close to the truth. I mean, not like Disney movies are a direct history of human society. Unless I missed the time bears could talk.

[Hm. He hadn't thought to ask actual aliens, though he's still at the point of steering clear of them just 'cause he hasn't fully wrapped his head around them yet. Not because he believes all of them to be bad or something.]

I could. [He partially nods his head in agreement, tilting it to the side on that thought.] But I- uh, it's not as simple as going up to them and asking them stuff I wanna know...

[Never mind that it is. He'll clarify:] I don't know them or anything. And maybe that's true; that I movies aren't that close to the truth, but the only other thing to do is explore this weird ship and hope not to get in trouble. [Which is actually not a bad idea. Of course he was doing that already, but he seems to have more ideas now that he's said it aloud.]

carl grimes | ota

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