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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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He stops moving. For a second, he knows he's misheard. It hadn't crossed his mind that Teddy wasn't around somewhere, and he was nowhere near thinking that Billy had moved on.]
But. Teddy's not here? You and Teddy aren't..?
[He turns to face Billy, hands raised in confusion, dropping them to his side. Tommy looks hurt for a moment, for a bunch of reasons, and then the expression is wiped clean. He'd always assumed Billy and Teddy would be together forever. The idea of Billy being with someone else bothers him.]
That's great. Good for you finding someone new. [His tone falls short of supportive, so he tries again.] I mean, you shouldn't be alone. Teddy wouldn't want that.
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[It honestly is. He lets out a breath, shoulders slouching. He really didn't expect anyone to take it well, or to understand back home. Sometimes he still feels guilty over it, honestly.
But it's a complicated situation. He can't help the way that he feels, and right now? He's not entirely sure he wants to leave here anytime soon, not when he's changed so much and the prospect of returning to hell is hanging over him...]
Maybe. But I mean, it's different than it is with Teddy anyway. It's not like I'm planning on jumping in and marrying anyone else or anything.
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[Tommy's still struggling to wrap his head around a Billy with no Teddy, but he knows that nobody would miss Teddy as much as Billy would. Not having him around can't be easy, and he can't really blame his brother for finding someone else.]
And do they make you happy?
[He starts moving again, not wanting to be still, but keeps pace with Billy, letting him lead them where they're going.]
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[He gives a softer smile at the question, shrugging his shoulders.]
Yeah. I mean, it's never going to be as easy as it was with Teddy, but my life's a lot better than it was without anybody.
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[Yeah, it might not be like it was with Teddy, he was special, but as long as Billy was happy, that's all Tommy really wants. He knows he'll need time to adjust, but he doesn't want to be an asshole.]
Alright, good. What other bombs do you need to drop?
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[Because at the point Tommy is from, Loki is very bad news... and he's not entirely sure how he'll react yet.]
Probably a lot of them, yeah. A lot happens after what you remember... and then for a while, I was taken away from our world and put in a really terrible place. My magic has gotten a lot stronger, for one.
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[Nothing after the Teddy bomb could be quite as surprising. Maybe. He hopes.]
Let's make a deal. You promise to tell me everything, but it doesn't have to be right now. The important stuff. Hit all that. Save the rest for tomorrow or the next day.
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[And spies are totally cool, right?
And not former supervillains.]
But yeah, sure. Deal.
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[Tommy squints, and he's almost distracted by the spy thing, good job Billy, but then it's back to Loki.]
Tell me that's just unfortunate naming.
[His parents were cruel or they thought it'd be funny or cute. It's not like this is the actual Loki or anything.]
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[Although still with memories from a thousand years ago, but he keeps that one to himself.]
He was reborn.
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[He raises both brows and puts on his best - 'I'm the big brother and it's my job to take care of you face'.]
He's still Loki. Promise me right now that you trust him not to hurt you.
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[One that's not entirely insane, at least...]
I trust him to have my back, Tommy.