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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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You certainly didn't seem fine in there.
[ Yet her body language remains open; no crossing of the arms, no tenseness in her frame. The question leaves her curious and she tilts her head in consideration, looking back down at the MID freshly embedded in her arm. She feels like it should've been more uncomfortable than it is. Strange. ]
I suppose I do now, but today would be my first day on the job as well as here on the ship. I'm one of the physicians. My name is Angela— and I apologize for snipping at you. I get a bit protective when it comes to rowdy patients, is all.
Do you know where you'll be stationed? They should've briefed you, if you were listening.
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[76 says it again, an edge to his voice this time, like he's daring her to determine whether or not he really is fine.
He's not fine. Just seeing her in front of him is hard, drags up a whole host of thoughts and feelings he'd much rather leave buried in Arlington. He tries to remind himself that none of this is real, and he can't let his guard down. But she says she's only just arrived here as well, so he'll clear one thing up.]
Angela Ziegler.
[76 isn't sure if she's heard of him or not, but he wants to get on the same page, as far as this is concerned.]
Right?
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All right, I'm only making sure.
[ When he speaks her name, however, there's something... familiar? About it? But that's silly. She's certain she's never met him before, but she picks up what he puts down by finishing her name, showing that he knows of her. ]
Mm, that is correct. You are from the same place, then. I thought I recognized you.
[ Admission, but not with any of the emotion he could expect if she knew who he was. No, this is only a passing acquaintance. ]
I wasn't going to bring it up and give you any stress, but I'm familiar enough. I have seen your posters, know you've been breaking into the old Overwatch bases. No one has been killed, though. I thank you for that. Those are still good people, no matter what may have happened, with no affiliation to what used to be. I just want you to know that I appreciate that even if I don't approve of what you've been doing.
If you ever need anything, I hope you know that you can let me know. No one should be alone in this place, so far from our homes and our missions.
[ And she offers her hand to shake, looking up at him. It's a tentative enough start, but the rest she's met will all have each other. This man? This man may not have anyone, and she only hopes no trouble will start up when the others realize that the vigilante who's been going after their old bases is around. ]
I'll be in Nomo 28 and 29, as well as the medbay here. Now that we're acquainted, what should I call you?
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But Angela isn’t implying any of that. She’s being as open and compassionate as he remembers, based solely on the fact that he tries to avoid killing innocent people if he really has to. Helix Security was just doing their job when he broke into Grand Mesa, so of course he’d done his best to injure rather than kill. Of course she’d pick up on it.]
Wasn’t exactly looking for your blessing, Doc.
[Because, despite everything, it does miff him a little, that she seems to think he needs to hear all this. He has a job to do, a mission to complete, and for all she knows, he’s no better than Talon. He doesn’t need her approval, but maybe that’s just the part of him that wants them to hate him for what he’s done.
All that, however, is a moot point, given where they are. He doesn’t shake her hand, but he will introduce himself (whatever that means, anyway).]
76.
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Everyone here is confused and disoriented, but she hopes she'll soon get to the bottom of why he does what he does. What he's trying to accomplish.
The shock of the little nickname was spoken with such a familiar tone that it has her pausing when she turns to look at him, but it could easily be mistaken for gauging his words. No, she's grasping at straws. Six years and she still misses those she's lost. No one else has called her Doc in a very long time, let alone so casually. ]
I didn't expect you were. I just want you to understand where I stand with you and that I bear you no ill will should you need anything.
[ She'll stubbornly leave her hand out for him anyway, even once he's introduced himself. "Introduced", as if the numbers on his coat were a name. It would do. ]
76, then. I hope we can get to know each other a little better and help each other out if necessary.
[ Let her be the judge on whether or not he's better than Talon. That smile of hers doesn't fade, quirking up one corner of her lips more than the other in a challenging little smirk as she waits for his hand. Don't leave a girl hanging! ]
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Hallucination or simulation or not, he still has to treat this like it's real, and that means putting distance between himself and anyone that Jack Morrison once knew. It's safer for all of them that way.
Suffice to say he leaves her handshake hanging.]
I'm not interested.
[Not in getting to know her better (he already know so, so much about her to the point where it hurts). Not in this proposed sort-of-alliance.]
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Until something else comes out, a bit more put together. ]
That certainly isn't something you should be saying to one of the few physicians on the ship; I might harbor a grudge and convince the others to give you a hard time, you know. A woman scorned, however that saying went.
[ It's a shame he intimately knows better; the look she shoots him is a dangerously sly one that could hint at a million and one glimpses of ugly consequences if her better nature weren't so well known to him. She'll walk away from him before he gets the chance to leave her, raising a hand in a casual wave. ]
I'm sure I'll see you around, 76. It was nice to meet you, manners and all.
[ Or lack thereof. She'd extended the offer of her friendship and assistance to him and it will stand. ]