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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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He saved the world. [ Sacrificed himself into the Atlantic, figures that Steve would gloss over this piece of information. He's never seen himself as a hero, has he? He's saved the world twice now, and what does Bucky do? His level best in fucking it all up, as it were.
He leans back against the wall, the rest of the answer withheld. Unnecessary. No one needs to know what happened to Bucky Barnes and what he'd done. ] What did he tell you?
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Said he used to be small and sick, then someone gave him some kinda serum. He went to war, but didn't get to see the end of it because he went away somewhere? [ There was a seventy year gap, and the question still remains, how the fuck are they both so young still? ]
Are you guys immortal or vampires or some shit?
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[ Bucky doesn't much like talking about it. It dredges up memories that sometimes don't seem like his own -- but he objectively knows it is; memories that come back to him in disjointed images and flashes of violence. They don't all come in order, but he understands enough of it to piece them together. He deliberately tries not to think too hard about that; Andyr's question is innocuous; he can be forgiven for not knowing the price that was paid.
He deliberately leaves himself out of the narrative, familiar tension coiling in the pit of his stomach. ] Crash-landed his plane into the Atlantic while taking that person down.
[ Even in this death Steve was more noble than he ever could be. He closes his eyes. ] No. [ Steve, asleep in the ice. Bucky was tortured, brainwashed, unmade and remade into something horrific, something that already had its roots in the man that he was before. ] He's a good man. The best out of all of them.
[ Not like him. Not like him at all. But Bucky's made his peace with that. ]
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[ HAR HAR HAR. But really, it's the kind of story book heroics Andyr's never seen in the real world, and never expected to, and Steve, for all Andyr's suspicious of it, seems exactly the mold for that kind of hero. And yet, here's Barnes, who's broken and struggling, and that doesn't fit in with the rest. So there has to be more to that. More to Rogers and that whole story. How he's so important to him, and how someone who's such a hero let this happen to their best friend. ]
How's he not dead, then? [ if he crashed into the ocean. It still doesn't answer the seventy year gap, and being a good man doesn't make your aging slow. The pieces still don't make sense, and Andyr shakes his head slowly. ]
How are either of you not dead, or going around with walkers?
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[ Bucky's was a different kind. He takes a moment to contemplate that question, wondering how much Steve had told Andyr about him. Knowing the man, not much -- and Bucky won't reveal the secrets Steve wants to keep; except for the facts that can be gleaned from the Smithsonian itself.
He idly rubs his chest, over where Steve's dogtags rest over his heart. An absent-minded gesture, as if he's making sure that it's still there. Your ears must be burning by now, Steve. ] And he's really tenacious when he sets his mind to it. [ There's a ghost of a smile that tugs at his mouth at the memory of a smaller Steve Rogers charging into trouble -- and the bigger one ain't all that much different either.
But he was, is always kind. ] I suppose he likes living. They found him a few years ago, frozen in the ice. Defrosted him, and here he is. [ Bucky doesn't talk about Steve's probable shock of being propelled into the future, to a time when the world had forgotten him. He can only imagine Steve's pain, when the war had been barely over for him and yet it belonged deep in the history pages for everyone else around him. He had no time to mourn. ]