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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's counted, and it's not nearly enough for all the crew -- although why anyone would put the whole crew into cryosleep is beyond him. He dislikes the concept of it; it might have his advantages, but ill memories are what accompanies these things, for him.
The woman beside him -- Karen Page, he's researched, placed some names to faces -- is a curious one; he's seen her around the ship but they had never quite talked until now. She's naturally suspicious, too; and evidently has a nose for trouble. ]
Have you spoken with them?
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What happens to the rest of them?]
No. [She's been so caught up in coming out of cryo herself, in Matt. She also doesn't trust them to tell her the truth, but that's no excuse either. She might still learn something of value.] But I'm going to.
[Karen looks at him, smiling before she shakes her head.]
I'm Karen.
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[ He says simply, and he thinks of Steve; the bright eyes and the boldness, even the same shade of gold-blonde. He's curious about her, and if he reads people right, she seems like one with a nose for trouble.
Or maybe he's just projecting, who knows?]
How are you going to do that?
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[Karen laughs, laughs at herself, laughs at the thought that he might not want to know. She doubts Matt would want to know. He'd probably try to talk her out of it. But sometimes she needs to run things by someone.]
Got any ideas?
[Like she hasn't done this sort of thing before, girl please.]
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Not yet. There's still so much that nobody knows. Do you?
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[Provided that there ever really was a chance to being with. But now without the Ingress...
Karen shakes her head at herself.]
But I'm no different from anyone else there, right?
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[ Bucky admits quietly. ]
Where's home?
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[Which is funny, because she doesn't sound like she has a New York accent at all. It's funny how the place filled with shadows that used to scare her now feels more like home than where she was born.]
It's not as bad as it sounds. [She pauses.] Okay, it's a little bad, or it was before Daredevil started cleaning up the place. What about you? Where are you from?
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[ That's true enough, from what he's read on the walls of the Smithsonian, the memories that swirl in his head and surface from time to time, distant but undeniable. She doesn't have a New Yorker's accent, but he figures she's probably relatively new there. Hell's Kitchen, huh?
It's not a place he'd expect a young woman like her to be in -- Manhattan seems a much better choice -- but he doesn't say that out loud. ]
Who's Daredevil?
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They were calling him "the devil of Hell's Kitchen". But he's only the devil if you're doing something wrong. If you're a criminal and hurting people, murderers and kidnappers, they're the ones who should be afraid of him - and they should be.
[There's a fervor in her voice, it's almost religious.]
He saved my life - in more than one way. Wilson Fisk would still be ruining people's lives without him. [Karen sighs, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment while she glances away.] I don't know, have you ever known someone who just gives you hope? Despite all the bad stuff, you still feel like there's a chance for good as long as they're in the world?