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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
NO WORRIES I'm glacial haha
[Leo's taken refuge behind another bunk, hastily dressing himself despite still being wet. He's really in a panic]
What does rustic have to do with higher technology? This already doesn't make any sense!
[Having successfully gotten clothes on, Leo sticks his head back around and]
[continues being indignant]
Why are you in my room!?
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The door was opened. [came the smooth reply] And I don't recall hearing you complain about it earlier.
And the atmosphere has everything to do with higher technology! [he turns and grins at Leo. Amused seemed like an adequate description for Prometheus right now] Just because the technology is there doesn't mean the interior designer has to use it. Why do we have mattresses when stasis pods would serve the same function?
Because it doesn't suit the taste of the one who put the barracks together! Obviously.
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I'm complaining now. [But now that Leo is dressed (even though he's gotten his clothes soaked by doing this, A+, Leo], he comes out of hiding, looking a little less freaked out a little more flat-faced.]
I don't think anyone who designed this had any taste at all.... [Or common sense.]
[That last bit is kind of muttered, though, he wouldn't want someone to hear him and kick him out or anything]
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Oh? But look! You're decent. Is this really such a concern? I mean... We are dorm mates. I just happen to be down the hall instead of in this room. [he grins and points in the direction of Nomo #004]
Hm?? What was that? [he raises a hand to one of his headphones] You know he's not the captain anymore, so he probably wouldn't be able to do anything about you insulting his questionable taste in design. If you ask me, I kind of prefer these beds to overly fancy pods.
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[What a weenie.]
Fine, stay in here if you want. I'm not planning to sleep right now anyway.
[But, good to know.] So the old captain made these beds? Pods are more what I'd expect from outer space, anyway. [But he's only ever seen them in science fiction movies so like he's know]
I didn't realize the monkey had that name, sipp y u do dis 2 me
But there's usually a reason why.
The layout was roughly the same as his own room, and he decides to walk over and lounge on the couch, paying the monkey very little attention for the time being]
One of them at any rate. And those pods hardly look futuristic; just like someone favoured fashion over function. Your guess is as good as mine as to what the bathrooms look like. [he grins] Considering the place I was in before didn't even have showers, this is already a pleasure.
[says the guy who doesn't even use the facilities. What an 'unbiased' opinion]
So, towel boy. How are you enjoying your stay so far?
LMAO YES the monkey is named Sonic and he travels at supersonic speeds.... blame Nightow, not me!!!!
[This stranger isn't quite offensive enough for him to fight with, though he doesn't look particularly happy about it]
Aren't you a machine? Why do you need to use the showers? [His face creases with a deeper frown as he acts.]
Well, nothing's exploded or tried to kill me yet. It's not so bad. I didn't realize you were so interested.
I'll choose the lowest common denominator and just cry about theme naming lol
And who said anything about using it? It's just nice to have it! [is he being real? ... Nah, but it's not like he's doing anything to really hide the fact he's being kinda facetious about it]
I'm sure that will change. That sort of thing comes and goes with this ship. Why, you just missed the old monthly scheduled crew homicide! Or well, you would have, if the captains hadn't cancelled that program. [he turns back around] But that sort of description.... Sounds like you chose a pretty interesting career path back home.
clearly you should watch/read it as is your destiny
Well, sorry. I don't usually talk to robots, so I have no idea what's tactful or not. [It's about half sincere....... the rest is snark]
Homicide? [That's nothing really new to Leo, but, uh, that's the first of him hearing of it here] It're mot the area than the career path. [But ahem, he won't pass up a chance to grill this guy] What about the homicides?
why can't I quit this stupid franchise
[as if that should matter somehow. Well, considering most of the people he talked to before 'dying' back in his world had only given straightfoward replies (taking offense or turning tail and running, usually), the change of pace was welcomed. It's a shame that the amusement seemed to be mostly one sided]
And what is there to say about them? People got into fights and ended up killing each other. You can probably look it up yourself. Ship cameras recorded everything. It was a pretty public shaming too... Though we've been cracking down on delinquent behaviour.
you can never escape also forgive my typos
[It's just like canon!]
I'd think there'd be plenty to say about murder, [Half mutters Leo, looking mildly irritated. Is this guy just messing him with him? He isn't sure, yet] There's--- some kind of policing force on this ship, isn't there?
[Isn't there??]
Where am I even supposed to find these recordings?
it's okay, mine are pretty terrible too
Beats me. We seem to be some sort of democracy? The trials were based on a vote system among the crew... [a half hearted shrug] I never did care much for the administrative side of things.
But... [he lifts his right hand, showing the MID strapped on his wrist] if you're feeling nosy, you can always try to look it up on your friendly neighbourhood network.
Don't worry! Barring extenuating circumstances, there's really nothing to worry about.