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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
lights down low
[Elizabeth has an armfull of books and a tired, irate expression on her face. Not that she's ever been anything but happy to help new crewmembers integrate into life aboard the Moira, but the fact that everything has changed so quickly--]
[...and that Egan rubs her the wrong way in a very serious fashion...][--has put a damper on how helpful she feels she can be. But still. Even if it isn't her job, it's not nice to walk away from someone who needs advice from a veteran. She's almost as veteran as one can get.]
Follow me, I'm going to put these down. [She jerks her head down the darkened hall towards the library.]
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I can help you get those to wherever you're going if you want? No sense in me sitting on my hands.
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So, you ask, I can probably answer as long as it's nothing too technological. Then you'll have to ask the network.
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[ He follows after once she starts, and keeps an easy pace with her. ]
Fine by me. I'm just trying to get a feel for things. See how everyone is handling the changes. It seems to me like it's a rather abrupt happening. While I can appreciate looking to the long term, the short term might prove to be difficult with such strict policies in place.
In my opinion, anyways. [ It isn't like he has any experience running a starship at all. ]
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It is extremely abrupt. I've been here nearly eleven months, and two men I don't know from Adam just show up and take command. [She shifts the books onto her hip, presses her thumb against the lock on the door and opens the library.]
I built this from one hundred books in Captain Thán's collection, for months I had no assistants. I worked hard and was promoted. What, exactly, have these men done aside from abandon ship and then take it over again when it's up and running thanks to us? They were appointed as they're fond of telling us, but I could appoint myself Head Chief In Charge of Everyone Gets a Puppy and it wouldn't mean I actually knew the first thing about training a puppy. [She drops the stack on a cluttered desk, her desk apparently.]
But I got the fancy title, right? So clearly I know better than someone who's spent months doing it, knows the breeds that would get along with each crew member best, and so on. They have no idea where we're from, what we've encountered, and the extremely delicate and frankly dangerous diplomatic situation we've gotten ourselves into in the past few weeks. We can tell them all we like, but is it the same as doing it? [She rolls her eyes and goes to take the books from Kirk.] Books, as much as I love them, don't provide the same insight.
[Somebody's been holding all of that in... Elizabeth lets out a sigh that blows her bangs out of her face before she tucks them back.]
If we'd signed on to be part of this crew, to move as quickly as we could to the hub, then the rationing and the low light and the water would be things that we'd be willing to sacrifice to achieve the end. We'd be focused on the goal.
But we didn't sign on, we were brought here. And while some people consider it an extreme inconvenience, there are some of us who feel we're better off and are just trying to lead some kind of life aboard this ship. [Herself included.] But regardless of whether or not one individual wants to get back or doesn't, the real issue lies in that they are treating this as an organized, military-style ship when most of us have little to no experience in that area. We're more or less civilians sitting around on a space ship until the next leg of our journey. And-- some of us are children, how is it sane to ration hot water and food from children?
Their long-term is their long-term. The first mistake they made was assuming that this crew was like their crew, and would fall into line and accept whatever changes they deemed necessary. Well we don't work that way, and we never have.
hope this is ok!
Actually, he can. He'd fully intend on putting them in the brig or in an escape pod at the first best opportunity.
But he follows along as quick as he's able, and sets the books down when he gets an spot to do as much. ]
Which is why I'm here. I can't do the job they want me to do, and I can't help anyone here if I don't understand all of what is happening. I want to help you and the rest of the crew. I understand that not everyone is from this time, or even used to anything like ---spaceships.
No one was prepared for this, but I like to think that if we all work together and try to sort it out, we can figure this out in a way that benefits everyone.
[ There's a reason he's building a reputation as a diplomat, even against tough cookies. Also, very upset ones. ]
You're right, it isn't fair to do that to anyone, much less children. I'm a captain of my own vessel where I come from, and that would be the last thing I did, not the first. And I'd make sure that everyone knew about it before it was put into place.
That being said, hot heads aren't going to get anyone anywhere fast. We have to be rational, even if those in charge don't seem to be. Right? So we talk first.
Like we are now, right?
Yeah, totally fine! 83b