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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 positioned it to take a read of Peter's entire leg, not just the knee. If the younger man had been hobbling on a bad joint for awhile, it was possible he'd caused other damage as his body tried to compensate.
As Peter shared his history with Medbay, Adrien looked mildly bemused. ]
Most people do their level best to stay out of this place. What, do you like the lollipops?
[ Trick question. There were no lollipops. ]
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[The joke would sound better if he actually knew if Adrien was from a world that had such a thing. He winces, already braced for an awkward explanation and the comparison of time lines that usually makes his humor fall flat.]
Maybe I'm just really into doctors. [He snorts, trying to stay still. He mostly succeeds, at least limiting the twitching to only his hands. Lack of movement was always hard on him.] I don't know if anyone's told you yet but space is kind of dangerous. Not all of us can stay out of the way of that danger all the time.
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That's the bad news.
The good news is, he's so used to this occurrence that he doesn't ask. The comment about being really in to doctors does earn him a flat look, before Adrien finishes off the scan and steps back. ]
I must have missed the space memo. [ He said in a dry tone. ] But there is a difference between acceptable risk and recklessness. How in the world did you do this to your leg?
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He gives a fake chuckle at the pun, rolling his eyes and tapping his fingertips against the table. He gives himself a moment to focus on finding a beat instead of speaking. Peter isn't sure if he should answer the question, not with the truth. Not if he wants these incidents between him and Rinzler to finally stop.]
Were you around for the outpost?
[He thinks most people wouldn't ask any further if he brought up the slaver planet. It's not really a lie anyway. He made the injury worse there.]
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[ Peter might well get his wish. Adrien didn’t know Rinzler and had to reason to trace an injury back to the program. It was liable that he’d stop with the questions about the Outpost. ]
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[He smiles a little, in what could be a self depreciating manner. Mostly he's just happy that he seems to have thrown Adrien off the real story. It makes his life a little easier.]
You might not believe this, having just met me and all, but I've been told I'm a little mouthy. Guess I just managed to piss the wrong people off.
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[ Adrien remarked in a distracted tone as he continued to read through the scan. Getting to the end of it, he folded his hands down with the datapad still gripped in his fingers. ]
The good news is, it's not broken. Which is always good news with a joint.
The bad news is, you've severely strained the ligaments and tendons. You're young and rest will go a long way to allowing that soft tissue to heal. But if you don't rest the leg, you could see long term negative effects.
If you have to be on it, then a brace would be advisable.
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[He leans back when Adrien pulls away, swinging his good leg just to get out some energy.]
How long are we talking about? Because, dude, I'm always on it. Running fast isn't something I can just not do. I'd probably lose my mind trying to stay still for longer than a day.
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Leaning back against a counter, Adrien studied the datapad and then looked at Peter. ]
An injury like this you'd be best served to stay off it for at least a week, then introduce slow, careful exercise. [ Strange as it might sound, Adrien had never been a fan of trying to keep his patients on bed rest for extended periods of time. It was all about cautious activity, to keep the body limber. ]
If you absolutely cannot stay off the leg, then you should seriously consider a brace to support the joint and to restrict your movement as much as possible.
You keep pushing those ligaments and tendons, when they're already strained you risk tearing them. Tear them and you're going to lose the action of that joint and then you're going to be forced to bed rest because the joint doesn't work.
[ Ultimately he couldn't force Peter to do anything and he wouldn't try. But it was his job to let the younger man know the risks involved. ]
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[He won't pry, he knows when things are probably off limits. And sometimes, like now, he actually manages to respect that.
Peter groans at the assessment, head already shaking. A week won't work for him, not for a speedster. His sister's would know something was up if he was laid up for more than a day.]
That's not going to happen. I don't think it's even possible for it to happen. I'll just have to find a brace, I guess.
[Which still sounds awful, in his opinion. He can't imagine running would be very comfortable in a brace.]
Thanks anyway, I guess.