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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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That the standard initiation or am I just special?
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[She meanders over to the mat. And if her hips swish a little bit as she goes, well. So be it.
Fatima steps out of her heels, neatly lining them up against the wall before she pirouettes onto the mat and immediately falls into downward facing dog.]
I notice clothing. It's my thing.
Well, one of my things.
[She sweeps up into cobra, tilting her head up, forming a graceful line through her chest all the way to the tip of her chin.]
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And he can't exactly write it off as a loss that he'd found some company instead. She's interesting.
He hits the bag once and then stops to watch her for a moment. ]
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[But hey, maybe where he comes from, it's normal to walk around looking like a a B-movie sci fi space hero.
Anyway, look at where they are.
With a centering breath, she lies down flat, rolling into a headstand, toes pointed like a ballerina.]
Not judging though. Arriving here can be a very unsettling experience.
If you won't tell me when you're from, at least give me a name? Otherwise, I'll have to resort to making one up for you, and I guarantee, you won't like it.
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I go by Nightwing. It's good to meet you, Ms.-?
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Very good. Very powerful and precise. He's had training. Possibly as good as hers, although it's difficult to say. It's a bag. It doesn't fight back.]
Fatima.
Where does one get a name like "Nightwing?"
[It's oddly appropriate, considering the way he's dressed. But still...]
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[ The bag gets another kick, lightfooted and smooth, and he's eying her across it now, smile a little bemused. ]
I take it the code name thing isn't really a factor where you're from. [ Which shouldn't come as a surprise. ]
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[Is he in the CIA? Obviously, he knows how to take care of himself. But he doesn't exactly scream 'spy' in that get-up. But different worlds. Different rules. And she still doesn't know when he's from.
Or if he's from earth.
The thought is new to her, still one that's slow to come, despite being in the multiverse over two years. Old habits and such.]
It's cool though. Goes nicely with your outfit.
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So, do I get to ask what the shoes are about? There's gotta be a story there.
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[She stretches her foot out, knocking one of her shoes over with her toes. Then she swings the leg up around her and throws herself back into downward dog.]
Picked them up on a shopping trip on some kind of mall planet.
My feet just don't feel right unless my heels are five inches above my toes.
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I'd worry that it would limit my mobility but it didn't seem to be holding you back.
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You never know what you might be caught wearing when you have to fight. And I'm not going to run around in gym shoes my entire life. Gotta be prepared for the worst-case scenario.
[A pause.]
Not that I'm expecting to be attacked around every corner. But...
[She's expecting to be attacked around every corner.]
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I like it.
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[This is a man that is clearly worthy of further study. His mindset is eerily close to hers.
And, apparently, so is he training. She recognizes more than a few of those moves.]
Question for you: If I invited you out to coffee one day...oh. There's a coffee shop on board. But if I invited you out to coffee, would you show wearing the spanx?
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And he’s short on friends. Allies. Information.
He hits the bag a little harder this time, but the tension in his face is gone in the next second, and the grin he flashes her is bright. ]
There’s a good chance I wouldn’t leave you hanging. We could always set a time and find out for sure.
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[And she loves solving one, but that's another story for another day.]
At your convenience, of course.
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Feel up to trying Wednesday? If 18:00 will work.
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[What the hell is she doing? Did she just agree to a coffee date with a guy in skin-tight pants?
Yes. Yes, she did.
Welp.]
For the record, I will not be wearing spandex.
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What the hell is he doing. ]
It was good to meet you, Fatima.
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You too, Nightwing.