thisavrou_log | ( august intro log )

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( august intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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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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[Alright. He can't say he can't see that happening, in a different sort of timey wimey-memory loss sort of way - but still, how or why would he have a twin that looked so much like him, down to the eye-thing? He finds he has to be insistent that much is not possible, shaking his head.]

Pretty sure I don't have a twin. So I don't know if you're crazy or not, or if it's this place [there's an emphasis on 'this place' making it sound he believes it's that, more than Peter being necessarily crazy], but I still don't know who you are...

[This is where a name would have come in handy, but given that he doesn't know it, he breaks off for a second.]

Uh, who are you even?

You could. There's like a million people where who look exactly like my sister's friend.

[Steve, Nick, and now Alva, any more and someone would have to insist on name tags. And then there had been Chara and Frisk...]

Honestly, I'm not even sure if I introduced myself last time, to your twin. It's Peter. Peter Maximoff.

["You could," he says. Carl can't quite see that still, so he shakes his head slightly; a processing and weak protest if anything, but he'll get his mind around it eventually. A former teacher in Teleios had a "twin" that was almost like an exact copy of herself, after all.

Moving on from the idea of twins or "other-selves" or whatever, he relaxes a little when Peter introduces himself.]

Yeah. Okay. Peter. [Still doesn't ring any bells, you know, so he breathes out tentatively to gather his wits about him.

The least he can do, he figures, is introduce himself back.] I'm Carl.

[He snorts but lets it go. The kid will see soon enough. It took Peter enough time to deal with it, after all.]

Carl. [He smiles, holds out his hand. He can't actually remember if he'd gotten to names the last time, which might make it a small relief if this kid couldn't remember him. Or if this was just another twin. Whichever.] Well if this is your first time around here, welcome to space little dude.

[Likewise on letting it go. He does briefly frown at the corners due to the snort directed his way though. However, a faint upwards tug takes its place with hearing the welcome right after. Don't get him wrong he's not pleased about being here, but it is nice to have someone try to make it better.

Sorry if he hesitantly looks at the hand proffered to him rather than taking it, though. He's still getting his bearings here.]

Yeah, it is. Thanks...I guess. There is other stuff to do than stare at walls and space though, right?

[He's not offended, letting his hand drop back to his side after a moment. At least Carl wasn't the attack as a greeting type. He could deal with people who didn't want to be touched.]

Your job. [He says it with a laugh. He didn't bother doing his for the first several months, not really.] When things are running better, you could use the lounge to watch movies or play games. Or we got the pool. Training room if you like that kind of thing. Gardens, exercise room, the observation deck-which is basically staring at space. You make your fun.

[No, he is not the attack type. But remembering himself now a little, he does look to the side. He is the type that's conscious of his bandaged face, after all.]

So, just work and make my own fun, huh. [He nods both to himself and Peter, and sighs.] I guess I do that already. But it'd be nicer if I were just at home already.

[It'd be nice if things were just that easy too, but he accepts that they aren't and moves on after a pause. Besides, for all the things listed to him, he is a little curious of one thing.]

What games are there?

Believe me, most of us think that. [Sure, a few want to stay on the ship. But those are the minority here.] We just got to bide our time and try to make the best of it until they either fix that machine or get us somewhere that someone can.

[Not the most appealing plan, but it's the only one they had.]

I'm not sure what everyone else has, but I've got a few. Fighting, racing, and a hunting one.

[Yep. He nods half heartedly at that, knowing that most people probably want to got home yet all they can do is bide time. So he focuses on the things he can do, the other half he hears.]

Right. So maybe I should become a scientist. [He says unwittingly, with a hint of sarcasm. It's the best idea he's got for solving the machine's problem. (At one point he did want to know a lot about science so it doesn't come from no where, he just doesn't realize it.)]

Huh, so there's no games in the room for everyone? [Bummer. 'Course he doesn't know how to ask a new people, friends(?) to borrow games, etc.]

Might take you a while to catch up with the rest of the science department. They're all like, super geniuses. [Bruce understands the speed of light, that's totally a genius thing. Right?] You might be able to convince one of the teachers to catch you up but.

[But the science teacher was sort of still dead.]

Maybe? I know there's a bunch of movies in there though. If you like kids movies. And there's ping pong.

[Right. He kind of figures it would take a lot to catch up to what personnel the ship may have and even then, he may not cut it. But those words has him partly considering it for real now.]

All I have to do is try, I guess...

[Maybe he'll track down someone to help learn, maybe he won't. He kinda likes where he was assigned in the Weapons Specialist department, so he'll see how he feels later. Yeah, getting home is important, but so is doing what he can do best. The high level of science that goes with portals may be out of his league, anyway. May be too dangerous.]

I don't know about kids movies. [He frowns, feeling too old for PG13 at the very least. Plus he outright ignores the idea of ping-pong 'cause he feels his depth perception isn't ready for that.] But movies sound cool. Depends on how kiddy.

[Peter laughs. It's such a serious sounding reaction to something Peter thinks is better off left to the professionals. But maybe that's because he already trusts the people in the department when they say they're trying. He has friends there and he believes they'l be the ones to fix things. Peter trying for himself just seems like a a farce in face of their work.]

Disney too kiddy for you? Because there's some of that in there. [Which, hey, even Peter didn't dis the princess films. He spent too much time letting his sister pick the movies to complain. Anything she liked was a soft spot for him.] There's a few alien flicks in there too, if you'd rather try those.

[It is a bit of a serious reaction, but right now Carl doesn't feel as if he should let himself lighten up fully or take anything at less than face value just yet. His lips thin with a look considering the choice of Disney or alien movies. He has a sister as well that would have loved the former (though she's not around), but as for the alien movies, they seem to hit to close to his current situation. So. It's a tough decision. He eventually figures aliens movies are probably a little better for his age.]

Yeah. I don't know. Disney is okay, I guess, but maybe the aliens... Maybe there's something to be learned from them. [Indirectly, of course.]

You could just ask the actual aliens running around here if you want to know something. We've got plenty and I doubt movies are that close to the truth. I mean, not like Disney movies are a direct history of human society. Unless I missed the time bears could talk.

[Hm. He hadn't thought to ask actual aliens, though he's still at the point of steering clear of them just 'cause he hasn't fully wrapped his head around them yet. Not because he believes all of them to be bad or something.]

I could. [He partially nods his head in agreement, tilting it to the side on that thought.] But I- uh, it's not as simple as going up to them and asking them stuff I wanna know...

[Never mind that it is. He'll clarify:] I don't know them or anything. And maybe that's true; that I movies aren't that close to the truth, but the only other thing to do is explore this weird ship and hope not to get in trouble. [Which is actually not a bad idea. Of course he was doing that already, but he seems to have more ideas now that he's said it aloud.]

So get to know them. They aren't that bad. Most that I've met are pretty nice, actually.

[And fairly human looking, all considered. Nihlus was the only one he thought fit the true 'alien' mode.]

Most of them probably won't get pissy over a few questions. I mean, pretty sure the captains are technically aliens too. Well, old ones. And I know at least one of those is a bit of a pushover.

[He nearly laughs at the implication that exploring would be the bad thing.] Pretty sure they don't have any rules here against exploring. Killing, yeah. But you're not going to get into that much hot water looking around unless you, like, break into someone's room.

[His lip quirks back at the thought of that. Though hearing that most of them were nice was something that gave him more to consider. He could at least feel himself think more of how to go about approaching them rather than steering of them for a while. He figures it'll still be on a case by case, what he them act like scenario though.

Once he's done with his thought, he straightens his head and gives a single nod.]

Alright. Maybe I should give them a chance, if that's the case. I have to think on what to ask them. [After all, what can he lose. Gaining information and getting to know who are the friendly faces certainly won't hurt. He won't outright say that he doesn't trust the captains though.

His look puzzles a small bit at the near break of laughter directed at him, the face it creates on Peter's face that is. But to him, it doesn't seem so stupid to ask (however indirectly as it may be) what the rules are.]

Okay. So going anywhere you want is fine, as long as it's not anyone's else room. [He nods at that. His tone comes off in a way that almost seems to say: This is good to know.]

There's plenty of people around here that aren't, you know, human. You might as well try to give them all a chance.

[He won't outright say he's not, but with all the others running around he feels the need to put it out there. The less conflict to be started on the ship, the better.

He doesn't mean to be rude about with the laughter, it's just a product of everything he's seen, been forced to obey in the past few months.]

Basically. Even that probably wouldn't get you in trouble with the staff, but the person who's room you broke into? Everyone would probably just pretend not to see them kick your ass. Oh, and there are some places locked. Apparently the old captains' wanted people to stay out. [He shrugs.] Up to you if you think it's worth pissing them off for it. I mean, they had one door locked because of a dangerous prisoner, so it might be your head if you break in on him.

Yeah, I guess.

[Is all he can say to that. Though this is a thing he feels he'll have to do, get used to doing with one non-human a time. On his own.

It's alright. He forgets about the laughter soon enough. Seriously, the part about locked doors and prisoners on the ship catches his attention.]

What? They keep prisoners here. [Seems funny after they told him there's a no tolerance for killing rule, is all.]

They have to get some use out of the cells, you know.

[He says it dryly, having spent enough time in the cells himself to have an opinion on the matter.]

They used to have trials here and everything. It was a lot of bullshit; a few days in for murder, a slap on the wrist for anything less. Whatever. They changed the rules a while back. But right now I'm talking about this alien thing they got locked up. He's attacked people before when they broke into his room. Ploiatos. I'm just saying, you want to stay away from that.

Why? They shouldn't keep around people who need to be put in them.

[Of course that is his opinion, though. In his world there's no giving people second chances 'cause it almost always backfires. He isn't aware of Peter's circumstances nor has he never been locked in a cell before ~~not yet~~.]

It used to be different? [He raises his eyebrow as if to ask 'How?'. Also at how this kid seems to have admitted to killing someone to land himself in a cell... Carl's next question is one of the three his dad taught him to ask people to get a sense of their character.] How many people have you killed?

Unfortunately the captains don't see it the same way. They claim they can't pick who comes here and I don't think they care.

[He snorts at the question, staring at Carl evenly. It's not like anyone here couldn't find out about Rinzler, it's a matter of public record now. But he hadn't murdered anyone, just been sent away for setting the trap. For the attempt.]

None. I'm not one of the crazies you need to look out for. Should I be asking you the same question? [Part of him thinks someone younger shouldn't be capable of murder. But a louder part remembers Chara.]

The trials, the three day kinda of jail treatment; that's how it used to be. Now they claim any violence will get you kicked off the ship or stuck in the cells indefinitely.

That's hard to believe... [But only because.] I've been to a place like this before. There's someone who controls it.

[In this case, though, he's getting that it's not gods or deities or whatever that controlled it, but actually the technology that is so likely controlled by the captains. Even if not completely, there is some responsibility on them for peoples that arrival here.

He relaxes again at the answer of no. Peter doesn't seem to be lying. And yeah, he probably should be asking Carl the same question right back. He's not entirely innocent by a long shot, but he's not the type to kill without cause either. Still, pauses momentarily in reaction to having it thrown back at him.]

Only when I needed to. I don't do it because I want to. And I'm not one of those crazies you need to look out for either. [He may as well be honest.]

I see. [He nods, showing that he's got the picture that its different now.]

What do you mean by that? Where, what happened?

[He'd heard a little of a place almost like this, a worse place, from Niko. Was it the same? Alice had apparently been there with him and it took Peter months to catch on to that.]

A lot of people here think that what people did before the ship doesn't matter anyway.

[Most people won't hound Carl about before, is what he means. Peter himself isn't sure what to think of that. He knows most of the people he stays with here had killed, multiple times and for stupid reasons. He still trusts them, but it had taken a while to get there.]

Just try to stay out of trouble, like I said. Fly under the radar and I doubt you'll need to worry about any of it.

I mean... uh, a different world from this one or home. A different dimension, where there were gods. I was there before I came here, I think. Nothing much happened there. We were just well-kept prisoners. [He was there and at home. It's all muddled in his brain still as the two timelines of home and Teleios events clash.

Anyway, he's telling the truth. As for the rest, he's not sure what to make of Peter telling him it doesn't matter. Because of course it matters. Always will. But at the same time, he isn't sure if he is just saying that to make him like he is not being judged when he is or if he truly means it. So he just shakes his head, saying what he knows.]

No. It does matter what people did before. It matters what I did. I'm just being honest about it.

[Seems like the only way to make trust, after all. He's tired of trying to hide it.]

Sure. If I can, I will.

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