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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 nods, accepting that answer as logical. though she'd want to have smaller bombs, something more like grenades, less likely to punch a hole in the side of the ship, or that'll be doing the opposite of a favor for her. no sense blowing someone up if it'll mean you get sucked out into space right after.
As for a lot of books, andyr laughs, something a bit ironic in it. ] A lot? Nah. Just lived for a while in a really boring room with nothing to keep busy with but a shelf or two of 'em.
[ and the exercise equipment, but there's only so much of that you can do before your body's just done with it. ] Yeah, I know. Talked to one. Just like reading better.
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Her eyes widen a little, even if she's confused by his laugh. Sure a shelf isn't much compared to the library they're sitting in but it's more than anyone had at home.
Sure the boys had found a few books and they always picked up the magazines that got smuggled out into the Zones. But having enough books to fill a shelf, even a small one was something a runner could only dream about.]
A whole shelf's a lot. That's more than a dozen, right? And it was just for you? [She sits back, head cocked to the side as she eyes him.] Are you rich or somethin'?
[Even getting a magazine back home could cut severely into the bank. She couldn't imagine what multiple books would cost.]
Just one? Which?
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he smiles some, at her reaction, mostly amused by it, but getting how important things that become rare to some become. hell, andyr'd gone a little nuts with freedoms the first several days he was on board. ]
About twenty, maybe, but we have libraries like this back home all over. Bookstores, used bookstores. Not hard for normal people to get. [ Normal people, out in the city. Even in the slums, where he'd lived until 17. But Andyr doesn't count as normal people anymore, and twenty is still a lot to him, acquired over a long span of time. ] I had to bitch for six and a half years to get that many, though. The first year or two was just one. I read it over and over and over again.
[ it was a marine biology book and as boring as it was, he sort of loves it now. ]
Garrus Vakarian. Seemed cool.
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All the stores like that are gone back home, unless they're still in the city. But everythin' like that in the sands? [She throws up her hands, wiggles her finger as she brings them back down.] Blown up or raided out.
[She frowns, putting her hands in her lap.] What do ya mean by normal people? And why just one for a while?
I don't know 'im. But everyone of 'em I've met are pretty jazzy.
[They're aliens and she's ten. They'd just have to breath near her and she'd think it was the coolest thing in the world.]
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He glances up from his book, considering her for a second, before shrugging. ] Back home, I’m a prisoner. They don’t like giving nice things to prisoners.
[ hence the bitching and fit throwing, making it more of a pain to not give him something than try to do damage control. As for the aliens, he grins a bit. Maybe he’s 24, but aliens are still cool as fuck. ]
Yeah, seems like they would be. I mean, aliens, you know? Guessing you don’t come from a place where that’s normal either.
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[She shrugs as she said it. It's not a big deal to her when it happened so long before she was born. It'd hard to miss something you never had.]
Oh. Are you an outlaw? [Maybe she shouldn't look like she finds that cool, but she does. All the best people she'd known had been criminals.] They just kept ya prisoner instead of just killin' ya right off? That's kinda weird. They just shoot 'em in the face back home. Or brainwash 'em.
[Keeping your enemy locked up sounds like a waste of supplies, honestly.]
No. If they're aliens they sure ain't tryin' to visit our planet.
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[ As it's 3451 where he's from and the world's still going. Shitty, but still going. Such that this girl has to live in that, but telling her 'sorry' hardly does anything for her or the place she's from. Instead, he just nods, before tilting his head at the question, answering simply. ]
No, I didn't do anything wrong. [ there wasn't a crime committed, he'd just been a teenager living in the city. ] Just born with something people wanted.
[ and that made it okay for him to become a captive. ]
Too bad, about the aliens. At least you get to seem 'em here.
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[Has to be, she thinks, for anyone want to destroy everything. After all she's seen, she can't understand why the generation before her mother's had let the war happen.]
Like what? I mean, most of the criminals back home aren't doin' nothin' wrong but it ain't what they were born with. [She leans forward, interest all over her face.]
Yeah. Only good thing 'bout space.