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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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[Regardless, his overactive imagination and mild paranoia isn't at all mollified by that bluntness.]
Eh-- seriously? Is that something that happens a lot?!
[He looks vaguely panicked. Don't panic, Leo. But when asked, he straightens his posture right away, trying to look more respectable. The monkey, on the other hand, does no such thing]
Yes, sir! I just arrived! I'm.... a little unsure how everything works, but thank you for looking after me!
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[ Snake wouldn't really call it a frequent occurrence. For the most part the Moira seems to run just fine. It had even managed to keep them afloat when it had been partly made of glass.
The panic on the kid's face is noticeable, but not surprising. This is a pretty disorienting position to find yourself in, even for someone like Snake who thought he'd seen it all. Space is a brand new frontier.
He makes a face at what the kid says next. ] Don't think I said anything about looking after you. And it's Snake. [ Being called "sir" is just weird. ]
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[But he hesitates, a little. He meant it just to be polite, not that this man was actually taking him under his wing, but with Court's daddy kink, who knows what will happen]
Oh, no, of course not! I just mean, thank you for helping me, Mr. Snake. I really don't know my way around at all.
[Don't make it weird, Snake]
[Weirder]
what the fuck is that icon sipp
(Except for that part where I absolutely don't have a daddy kink!!!)Snake really isn't the babysitting type, so he's not sure how he continually finds himself in situations where he has to do it anyway. Maybe that's a bit unfair -- there's plenty of competent people he's worked with here, too.
After a moment of thought, Snake grumbles to himself and then lifts his arm to point at his MID. ] There's a positioning system built into this thing. It should help you find your way around the ship. Have you been to your room yet?
it's canon don't judge me
[Just kidding, it totally does. He'd been more or less standing still with a bit of fidgeting-- until, he remembers of course, that he should introduce himself too--]
I'm Leonardo! Leonardo Watch.
[now that that's been awkwardly segued in, he squints (as much as a guy with his eyes closed can squint) down at the MID in question, starting to fiddle with it.]
No, I... I know it's somewhere on the Nomo deck, but I don't know where that is.
still judging, sorry
While Snake could offer to show Leonardo how to work his MID and find his way to his room, there's something else he needs to establish first.
He's been watching, and the kid hasn't opened his eyes this entire time. Yet he doesn't behave like he's blind, even looking at the MID like he can see everything displayed there. ]
I can show you the way, but... first thing's first, kid. Can you see?
[ Snake tilts his head down, looking right at those lidded eyes. ]
i am an innosipp victim hdu
[He continues fiddling with his MID (bringing up the latest network post and just barely stopping avoiding sending a keysmash text) until he notices Snake's eyes upon him, and the other man crouching. He gives a wan smile - he's always gotten asked about his eyes, so it's nothing new to him, but even if the environment here seems to be a lot safer, he's still a little hesitant to say too much about it.]
I can. It's just that my eyes are a little.... special.
[He opens them enough to give Snake a glimpse of the bright blue... whatever those are passing for eyes, then promptly closes them again.]
They look strange, so I don't want to surprise anyone! [That's not the only reason, but there's only so much he'll admit to a person.] --Ah, I hope I didn't surprise you.
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At the implied question, Snake shakes his head. ] There's a lot of surprising things around here. That doesn't really scratch the surface. [ Not to mention that Snake isn't the sort to wear his shock on his sleeve.
Still, now he's confirmed that he won't be trying to lead some blind kid around, so he turns on his heel and starts in the direction of Nomo Deck. ]
Have they always been like that?
[ Look, it's hard not to be curious when someone has a set of peepers like that. ]
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[Even upon showing up here, he'd been pretty much treated as a test subject. But still... He's getting used to having to use them and show them off]
No, they've only been like this for several months. [Thanks to his Tragic Backstory. Don't ask him about it or he might cry on you, Snake]
You could say I can even see better than usual. So... you don't have to worry about me, Mr. Snake.
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That formal title he's given only causes him to scoff, though. ] Just Snake is fine.
[ They're making good time now that Snake knows where they're going and he doesn't have to worry that Leo might not be able to keep up, so it isn't long before they reach the Nomo Deck, which Snake points out as they enter it. ]
Now you just head down the hall until you find your room number. Got any other questions?
[ He's not the best tour guide, but he actually helped, that's something. ]