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- *intro log,
- agents of shield: daisy johnson,
- all about j: j,
- bioshock: jack wynand,
- breaking bad: jesse pinkman,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- frozen: elsa,
- guilty gear: venom,
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mass effect: nihlus kryik,
- mass effect: thane krios,
- mcu: james buchanan barnes,
- mcu: tony stark,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- metal gear: liquid snake,
- metal gear: solid snake,
- metal gear: venom snake,
- mushishi: ginko,
- original character: adrien arbuckal,
- original character: alan varren,
- original character: andyr prince,
- overwatch: angela "mercy" ziegler,
- overwatch: fareeha "pharah" amari,
- overwatch: jesse mccree,
- overwatch: lúcio,
- overwatch: reinhardt wilhelm,
- overwatch: soldier 76,
- red vs blue: agent maine,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star trek aos: james t. kirk,
- star wars: luke skywalker,
- star wars: rey,
- the walking dead: carol peletier,
- the walking dead: daryl dixon (crau),
- transformers idw: ultra magnus,
- transformers mtmte: riptide,
- transformers mtmte: tailgate,
- tron: alan bradley,
- tron: yori (crau),
- uncharted: chloe frazer,
- uncharted: elena fisher,
- uncharted: nathan drake (crau),
- undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: jean grey,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( august intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!
( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once."
☄ 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? |
jesse pinkman | breaking bad
It was only once he was being escorted to the medbay that a cold trickle of dawning panic started to settle in. Panic became full-blown when he was informed that he was on a fucking space ship while being poked and prodded at by medical crew. Jesse thrashed about in effort to escape, threatening, "I will mess you up, bitch!" in a shrieking, terrified voice until, eventually, the crew managed to calm Jesse down enough to scan him. And eventually, talked him into signing the contract. He wouldn't let them near him again, though. Wouldn't let them fix his face.
And so now, after all that, after being escorted out of the medbay, Jesse doesn't know where he is or where to go or what the hell to do. He's a sad and sorry sight, face all busted up, left eye an ugly purple and swollen shut, his expression all terror and alarm. He's dressed in an oversized dark purple hoodie and oversized baggy jeans - no t-shirt, so he's bare-chested, because apparently his t-shirt got lost in the Ingress, whatever the fuck that's supposed to be.
With trembling hands, he's fiddling with the zip of his hoodie, trying to zip the damn thing up but he's in too much of a state of panic to get his hands working properly. At the same time, he's wildly throwing glances to the left of him and to the right of him like he's on alert for danger.
Someone needs to help this poor boy get his bearings and show him to his room. ]
[ Jesse's immediate reaction upon stop in front of a window that overlooks fucking space. He stands there, mouth agape, unbruised and unswollen eye wide with awed disbelief as he takes in the sight of endless blackness dotted with millions upon millions of stars. Holy shit. Holy shit!
Snapping his mouth shut, he swallows shakily and hard, and takes a sudden step back from the window. Panic is welling in his chest again, icy hot and choking, as it hits him properly for the first time that this is real. And the vastness of all that space out there - it's at once awe-inspiring and terrifying. ]
Becoming utterly lost in the seeming labyrinth of corridors, he's wound up slumped against a wall in the darkness, frantically smoking a cigarette. The tip glows red in the dimness, the smoke an equally dim haze as he exhales. Each time he draws the cigarette back up to his lips, his hand is trembling ever so slightly, and he sucks in each drag like he's trying to find escapism in the nicotine being pulled into his lungs. Jesus, what he would do to get high now, shut his mind out from all of this. ]
INTO THE DARKNESS
The car almost passes Jesse by completely, driving several feet away, but then suddenly it stops and backs up to him, coming to an idle right next to him. ]
Yo. You okay?
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As lights come into glaring focus down the end of the hall, Jesse turns his head with a grimace of pain - goddamn, every muscle in his body feels wasted from his injuries - and peers with his unbruised eye at what seems to be freakin' car headlights.
He watches the car slowly cruise towards him, frozen, and as it rolls past him, awe starts creeping in over the top of the otherwise bewildered look struck across his busted up face. That is, until the car suddenly stops and starts reversing.
With a grunt of pain, Jesse backs up quickly against the wall as the car pulls up in front of him. ]
Uh. [ A hard, nervous swallow. ] Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm, I'm good.
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Humans. No wonder why your lifespan is so short. You're so jittery.
[ Another light flicks on, illuminating Jesse's body. Damn, he looks pretty busted. ]
Do you need me to take you to a human medic or are you attempting to weld your wounds with that little fire stick?
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post-medbay ;
Venom knows the signs of panic, and he fancies that he didn't have to be military to spot them. Those hurried panoramic scans coupled with erratic breathing and shaking fingers, yeah, those are telltale signs. It's a little bit morbidly funny that he can't direct the kid back to the medbay to get all of this under control (that would be hideously counterproductive), so Venom approaches Jesse with his hands up, gloved palms visible in the universal sign for settle down.
Then again, the scars on Venom's face, the eyepatch covering one eye, and the shrapnel-horn protruding from his forehead might not be the most inviting aesthetic to a guy who doesn't seem to trust his surroundings, but. His body language is calm, his shoulders squared and steady. ]
Hey. Look at me. [ He keeps his tone quiet, gravel-baritone set to 'measured'. ] —They do something to you? [ God, this place already sucks. ]
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Jesse swallows hard and tries with all his might not to back up against the wall as the guy approaches him. Sure, the guy is holding his hands up in gesture of trying to calm Jesse down but his fucking face, yo! ]
Uh. [ Trying so hard to keep his voice steady. ] You mean, uh. You mean those assholes? [ Thumb jerking over his shoulder in gesture to the medbay. ] Nah. Nah, man. I just. I just got here. I mean, they- they made me sign a contract and shit, but…
[ His voice dies away as he swallows hard again while staring up at this guy. ]
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So he continues to keep his voice level, hands slowly straying back to his sides. ]
But they didn't do anything to your face.
[ Gently but firmly asking for confirmation. Partially for his own benefit as well, to make sure that the staff here aren't involved in some sort of foul play.
Venom's scrutiny ebbs incrementally, making way for neutral contemplation. He doesn't attempt to close the distance between them, keeps to an armmspan-and-a-half away; best not to crowd the guy who looks like he's having trouble breathing. ]
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corridors
he doesn't have a cool car alt mode, alright.
riptide's biolights and optics are no doubt visible before he is, and he notices jesse.
by now, he assumes that everyone on the ship is used to the giant robots. it hasn't occurred there's been a new wave. he stops a little way away, crouches down and switches on his headlights to softly illuminate the area.]
Sitting in the dark probably isn't the best survival tactic, pal.
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The sudden lights illuminating on him have him freezing on the spot mid-stumble. He flattens himself against the wall, cigarette dropping out of his hand and landing on the floor by his foot. His broken, bruised up face is agape with terror. ]
Wh… What the fuck!
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Moro Deck
You're in the way.
[He's apparently carrying a full trash bag.]
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He stares at the cyborg… guy… thing standing in front of him. His unbruised eye does a guarded up and down sweep of the dude, at his creepy gold eyes and his weird… pink apron… what the hell.
Without hesitation and without a sound, Jesse instantly ducks a sharp step out of the guy's way. ]
S… Sorry.
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Shit. Sorry.
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God, they're not even looking where they're going because they're approaching waaay too close. Jesus, just don't make eye contact, okay? Just... look away, keep smoking, pretend you're not here--
The person - or possibly robot, or possibly a freakin' alien for all Jesse knows - tripping over his foot startles the hell out of him. He looks up from where he's sitting with a snap of his head, and before allowing himself time to think, he snaps in a hard but shaky, shrill voice: ]
Jesus, watch where you're going, yo!
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Moro Deck
It is pretty amazing when you see it for the first time, isn’t it?
[She steps next to him, peering out the window with him. Space is still impressive even when you’ve been floating in it for half a year.]
Honestly, it’s still a little weird for me and I’ve been here for some time…
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He stares at her as she steps up beside him, swallows quickly while trying to will his racing heart to settle back down, and turns his attention back to the huge gaping blackness out beyond the window with barely contained shakiness. ]
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, totally.
[ Trying to appear calm. Sounding way too on edge, though. He edges another cautiously curious sidelong glance at the woman with his good eye. Winds up staring at her again. Just... staring. ]
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wildcard; ingress
He'll probably manage not to actually fall down entirely, but there just may be a collision involved. ]
[ ooc : heya, hope this works for you! ]
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Something - or someone - suddenly colliding into the back of him has Jesse letting out a gasping shout of surprise-- ]
Whoa, whoa--!
[ He spins around while leaping back at the same time. Jarring his horribly aching, bruised up body in the process. Finds himself staring wild-eyed at a bound and gagged hobo. ]
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corridors
When they come upon the young man sitting on the floor, Rey stops dead in her tracks. She squints, sure she's never seen him before. Her nose wrinkles as the stench of cigarette smoke suddenly assaults her nose. She's smelled some pretty awful things, from rotting gnaw-jaw meat to spilled satrship fuel, but this is a new one. And it looks like he's putting it into his body.]
What are you doing?
[BB-9 gives a soft beep, almost as if she's echoing the question.]
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Shit, he hates Mr. White with every fibre of his being - or he wants to - but here he is, desperately wishing Mr. White was here with him now. Mr. White would know what to do.
As he's lifting the cigarette to his lips for another drag, a light beam turning the corner down the end of the dark corridor draws Jesse's attention. A sinking feeling of apprehension drops heavy in his gut. Shit, what kind of whacked out weirdo is he going to come across this time?
He squints against the bright light beam approaching him, exhaling smoke into the air in a long, uneasy sigh before cutting his attention down to the ground. Twiddling his cigarette restlessly between his fingers, he closes his eyes - or eye, seeing his left eye is swollen shut - and heaves another sigh; bracing himself this time. He brings his cigarette back up to his lips to take another drag and--
That confounded question has him shooting a sharp look up at the female voice, hand quickly shooting up to shield out the blinding flood of light. He squints hard, a flash of irritation suddenly biting through the nervousness knotted up tight inside him. ]
Minding my own business, yo. Jesus-- Cut the headlights on your space Roomba or whatever, yo!
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darkened corridors
Well, it's a good thing that J memorised the map of the corridors to her mind ages ago, making it easy for her to navigate in the dark corridors.
She's wearing a long dark dress with a split as she walks slowly through the corridor, the clop of her heels echoing in the silence. There's a cigarette placed between her lips and her head is bent slightly down as she tries to light it, which didn't really work out as her lighter only creates few sparks. She blows air out in the frustration as she puts the dead lighter back to her jacket's pocket and all ready to give up and leave the smoking until she's back inside her own room, but then she sees a familiar dim light accompanied by a thin smoke ahead of her. Ah, she's saved.
With a confident grin, she takes few fasts steps so that she reaches the fellow smoker and kneels down right in front of him, taking the unlit cigarette between her fingers and waving it a little.
Share some fire, stranger?]
post-medbay
Ava doesn't notice Jesse when she's first in the medbay - and when she does, she just hears the commotion and decides she wants to leave, give the doctors space to work, and doesn't pay the person much mind. It's later when she's coming back to take stock that she finds Jesse nearby, fumbling with his hoodie, looking like someone's beaten the shit out of him.
No one stopped to check him out? Or did he slip away while the doctors were busy? ]
Hey, you need a hand?
[ She calls from a distance as she approaches, looking in all the worlds like any other girl straight out of L.A. in 2005 and nothing else. ]
in the dark
Trying to learn your way around a place is always tougher when you can't see.
Fortunately-- maybe-- rounding the corner means the lights come up just a little, following his motion. Wary, but not unfriendly-- at least, trying not to be unfriendly, who knows how successful that'll be-- he nods.]
Got a light?
Darkened Corridors
I'd ask if you're okay, but I can already guess the answer.
[He leans against the wall opposite, and after a moment of consideration he pulls out his own cigarette and lights it. Might as well.]
MORO DECK i'm so sorry
[Both the vast expanse of space and the abundance of these weird bald mammals.
Apparently, though, Nick's still-in-progress efforts to adapt to both haven't made him think that maybe the new arrivals would appreciate not having some random fox make snide remarks to him.]
Might wanna stay away from windows for a while if it's a problem, huh?
post-medbay
[She spots a kid looking like his face got beat to hell and instinctively she starts cataloging how many hits that probably took and how old the injuries are, a strange combination of horrifying life experience and actual medical training.]
[Wordlessly, at first, she reaches into a jacket pocket and pulls out a small packet.] It's an ice pack if you crack the seal. Want it? [Normally she'd be more maternal to what looks like a teenager, but her relationship with children is up and down. Besides, she never wanted anyone's pity when she got her face turned to hamburger.]