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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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[After all, he needs time for working out and venting frustrations and any number of other things one might need. But he can definitely clock up a lot of time in a library.]
I used to read anything I could get my hands on when I was young, and it sort of stuck. I know it's not for everyone, though. At least there's options, right?
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[Or straight up covered in blood. Whose blood? Hell if he knows.]
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[Sometimes there was blood too, but he generally had an idea of whose it was. Because he'd spilled it in the first place.]
I think the library might have comic books, and I'd bet they'd have all their pages.
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[He wonders if he'll even be able to read in this state. Well, no harm in trying.]
I'll check it out. ...Wonder if they'd have the ones from back home.
[He doubts it, but stranger things have happened and people have been teleported here from all over time and space. Why not books?]
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[He might have done something like that once, but he wasn't normally in the business of making collages.]
They might. I mean, things used to just sort of come out of the Ingress whenever it felt like spitting them out, right? They'd most likely send a lot of books that way just because that's where books go.
[Although he did get a few good ones in the mail once.]
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Yeah. Guess I could.
[He's not really all that creative, though. He'd probably just get bored.]
Only thing I got outta the mail so far is music. Wasn't really my thing, so I just put it in a drawer and forgot about it. Still not sure why I got it.
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Don't even have to write your own books, just paste them together. Or you could make a picture or something.
[He crosses his arms, looks a bit thoughtful.]
I got some strange music I hadn't asked for, but I actually liked it. What did you get?
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[The trials of a drunk, sleep-deprived man trying to remember the name of something he barely glanced at before never looking at it again. He rubs his face, hand dislodging his shades briefly.]
I dunno. Kinda feel like that's not right.
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[Night time is the best time for a conversation about good names for bands, right?]
Eh, it's probably close enough, anyway. Got some sort of monkey band myself. I think. Good, whatever it was.
[Soon the library comes into view. Liquid almost forgot that's where he was headed.]
Ah, there we are.
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[Boone only vaguely remembered where the library is, so he's just been following Liquid without thinking much about the destination.]
You know where things are? Don't really feel like getting lost in here.
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[Worry not, Liquid's figured the place out pretty well.]
Sure. It's not like it's going to be a huge labyrinth or anything. You'll be fine.
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[He doesn't usually have a problem with getting himself lost. It's just dark, and he's more disoriented than usual. He knows better than to trust himself completely right now.]
If you can point out the comics I can probably find something on my own. Can come find you once I'm done.
[As long as he knows vaguely where to go, he should be good.]
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Sure. I won't leave until you're confirmed alive, alright?
[He's never sure if he should even be in the library this late, but he doesn't particularly care either. He leads Boone in, looks around, then heads to where he's pretty sure he saw some comics.]
Should be right over here. Not sure how they are on selection, but it should be alright.
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Good to know.
[There's something reassuring about knowing someone has his back while he's drunk. Even if it is only to make sure he doesn't pass out in a corner in the library.]
Thanks. I'll try not to get myself into too much trouble.
[It's mostly a joke, since he's pretty sure there's only so much that can go wrong here. Still, he does have a habit of attracting trouble.]
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Alright. I better not walk back over to find the whole place in shambles. I might like to read those someday.
[He thinks he's hilarious.]
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[He turns to go look at the books, and almost immediately he nearly walks into the nearest bookshelf. Smooth.]
Huh. Wait. Lemme try that again.
[He waits for his head to stop spinning from the simple action of turning around, and then tries walking again. That's better.]
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Ah... need some help there?
[But then it looks like he has a handle on the whole walking thing, and Liquid looks relieved. Sure, he's got his back, but he didn't plan on having to take him back after they just got here.
He makes sure he's not running into more bookshelves before he heads off to look for his own things.]
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Found some.
[They're pretty old, with a superhero fighting some kind of monster on the front. Boone has never heard of them, but they look pretty similar to some of the comics back home, so he doesn't mind.]
All the pages are there, I think.
[Of course they are, Boone just can't really keep track of numbers right now.]
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He's also the type of guy who'd punch anyone who tried to give him shit about it.
He glances up when he hears Boone's voice.]
Yeah? Anything good?
[He's glad there actually seemed to be a selection. He hadn't been so sure if there was much there to start with.]
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[Boone isn't really the type to judge someone for reading, even if he doesn't do it much himself. So he doesn't have anything to say about Liquid's love of books. He sits nearby, landing a little heavier than he meant to, and quickly flicks through one of the comics in his hands.]
Not really sure what they're about. Just picked stuff that looked interesting. How about you?
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[Or what you can find. Sometimes that's what speaks to you because it's all that can. Luckily, a place like is well-stocked.]
I don't even know if some of this was in here, last I was in here. Never heard of it, at any rate. But I've found some things, yeah.
[Good way to pass the time.]
Feeling tired yet?