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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-08-01 12:13 am

( 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!

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old but unfamiliar faces
"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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procedures: (C12)

alva / original

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-01 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
( MEDBAY ) LET'S GET PHYSICAL
[ Hardly a week into his stay on the ship, and things start happening in rapid succession.

If Alva were to be say so out loud, the sudden rerouting of power supply throughout the ship had been a welcome switch-up for pace. The ship was too peaceful; coming from Louisiana with gunfire still singing the clothes on his back, the quiet had been unsettling. He fell back on old routines, for as much as a man like him could while in space - makes noiseless work in the medbay, learns and relearns what he can about the ship and its medical equipment, maps out the possible exits and explosives to use.

Just the usual things.

So when a concerned-looking woman wearing a looped shawl around her shoulders rushes another into the bay, places her in what Alva recognizes with dread as a cryochamber, a sort of relief washes over him. Orders are given, alarming in their immediacy but easy enough to comply with. The mood dips low, as do the brightness of the lights. Alva's sense of calm stabilizes, and that's probably not a good thing. Alva quickly makes the medbay a second home, more than the room he's been assigned - he's throwing himself into the work without question.

He does try to make conversation with those who come into the bay, though it might seem obvious that he's somewhat overwhelmed by the passengers of the ship. Everyone's been nice, as far as Alva has noticed. It's taking some getting used to.
]

Here for a check-up or just visiting?




( MORO DECK ) STARS ON 45
[ The bed swings.

The first night, Alva couldn't sleep. The damn thing made the tiniest noises that jolted him awake - they were so similar to the small noises that crept along the Gloriana halls every night, and with those noises were the awful things associated with those noises. Broken bones. Torn faces. Slight girls and boys, taken apart behind soundproofed rooms, but those rooms still had doors that creaked open.

He'd sleep better next to a roaring engine. Alva sleeps on the floor for the first few nights - which must make a weird sight to the other occupants of the room during what counts as morning on the ship. Especially since he puts the mattress and sheets back in place every morning. It's a little like a madman's routine.
]

Good morning. Or noon. [ he always greets, first thing. In the rooms, or out in the hallways, plainly dressed and combed. ] Is it evening? I can't tell.




( PLAYER'S CHOICE ) MONEY FOR NOTHING
[ Accost him while he's eating. Come sit with him as he's watching the stars on the deck. Do anything and everything that your heart desires (that doesn't involve anyone getting bloody). Go for gold! ]
Edited 2016-08-01 10:45 (UTC)
prorenataa: (prickly hedgie)

[ MedBay ]

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-08-01 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Alva ... it's not that dark in here.

[ Nice? When did that nasty rumor start? Though to be fair, Adrien wasn't as sharp as he could be, just slightly grumbly at being mistaken for a patient.

Even if (were he smart about these things) he should probably get some wounds from his time on the slavers' outpost looked at. Nahh.

Instead, he was walking into the Medbay carrying a half gnawed nutrition bar. At his heels, Courser trotted along, carrying a rather solid looking meat bone. ]
procedures: (C16)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ To be perfectly fair - no one's strapped him to a table and sliced his back open yet. Everyone's nice by comparison. Still, he can't help but throw a wry grin Adrien's way. He's right; it's not that dark. Yet.

Definitely not dark enough for Alva to see the slinking, hulking thing at Adrien's heels, looking like a cross between a dragon and a panther with spikes for a tail. Alva's grin dims a little, but he doesn't move away. He figures, if it was going to attack, it already would have.
]

Have a check-up, anyway. Couldn't hurt.

That's your— [ wtf is it ] cat?
prorenataa: (finger eyebrow)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-08-03 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You have a worrisome criteria for 'nice' Alva.

The doctor would possibly have laughed (or at least chuckled) at the idea of Courser as 'hulking'. But then he was used to Korvol, Legend and the other berserkers; they were truly hulking.

Courser eyed Alva from beside Adrien's left leg, his head lifted high as he sniffed curiously towards the man, feelers waving softly. Hmmm, there was something familiar in Alva's scent. Without waiting for permission (as if he ever waited for permission) the bahari moved towards Alva, nostrils working vigorously. ]


Bahari, actually. Tracker. [ He clarified, watching Courser but otherwise showing no indication that Alva should be concerned. ] He ... uhm, likes to smell things, oh and his name is Courser.

[ Okay, small explanation! There is no comment on the idea of a 'check-up'. Just pretending he didn't hear that. ]
freiheiten: (pic#10256460)

Medbay

[personal profile] freiheiten 2016-08-02 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Check up.

[He's looking at his knuckles as he says that. Both are wrapped in now bloody gauze and he slowly unwraps them. He's careful to not bother the wound too much, it's still fresh and tender. It stings as he peels the cotton away, but once it's gone and in the trash it's obvious what made the wound. In his skin are sharp pieces of what look like glass or crystal, they shine through the red of his blood when the light hits it just right.

He's been here before, after the fight. The doctors said there was nothing they could do other than keep it wrapped and clean. It's annoying.]


I just need some new wrappings.

[He thinks about it for a moment before he looks up.]

And pain killers.
procedures: (pic#10280205)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He feels like he should remember who this guy is, but he can't honestly say if they've met before or if his recollection of the man is through Val or Andyr or both. All the same, he offers a seat for him, pulls up another for himself as well. They're at a great height difference; it's not going to be fun for either of them to keep craning their necks while talking.

Alva frowns, though, as he watches the man peel the gauze away from his hand. They've been soaked through, yellowing at the edges of a hard, dark brown, and there seems to be something foreign embedded in the wound - little pieces of shrapnel or the like. Metal? Glass? Stone? He makes a disapproving sound.
]

Sit. Please.

You weren't punching mirrors, were you.
deconstruct: (pic#10330103)

medbaaay

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Heard they were giving away free prostate exams.

[ said in the flattest of tones that has ever graced the moira. maybe make eye contact before addressing new patients next time, alva.

either way, andyr rolls his eyes, and passes alva up to plop down in the roller chair the techs and doctors (and alva) generally use, sprawling a bit, chest flopped against the chair back, arms folded on top and chin rested there, as he makes a sour sort of face. ]


I don't like the new guys. [ the officers, he means. the captain and first mate. ] They're hiding something.

And you shouldn't call them 'sir'.
procedures: (183)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
We don't know who these people are, yet.

[ We should play it safe, he doesn't say out loud. He's been getting a feel for the bay, and all its corners - the way sound echoes (when and if it does) through the rooms, which chairs creak this way or that, all of those little details that had helped him when he was at the labs back home.

Working in a clinic, a lab, a bay - it's all simple. No one walks in without a reason, and Alva appreciates the lack of second-guessing that comes with it.
]

You know, if you keep bringing that up, that's joke's never going to die out. You wanna take the chair?
deconstruct: (H)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-03 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
Don't have to know 'em to not like them.

[ Not if you're Andyr Prince. Playing it safe has never been a thing he's been capable of, and it'll be hard to start here. Especially if the new captains start going psycho on them with restrictions. But he'll try. Maybe. Sort of. He already stalked them. ]

I like this chair, and you keep your hands to yourself. [ he is in no need of prostate exam right now, thank you very much, and all furniture in this room that he isn't currently occupying can fuck right off. ]

See any aliens yet?
procedures: (097)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I saw someone on the network who might be.

[ Tall, scaly, looks like a raptor from those ancient movies. Garrus, if Alva remembers correctly. He's probably an alien, or someone with really terrible skin. Really terrible. Alva tosses Andyr a small foil - it's a candy, nothing scandalous. ]

It's an orange drop. Or so they said when I took it from mess; it tastes a little like medicine but it hasn't made me sick yet. [ Pointedly said; he's aware of your barfing. He's keen on you like that. ] How are you taking to the vents?

[ I can hear you rattling from a mile, you know. ]
deconstruct: (Default)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-03 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Where's their physical chart? [ andyr, that's confidential, stop being terrible. he wants to know, though. he'll have to check out the network shortly, or whenever he gets bored of chatting with alva.

andyr's eyeing that candy like it has some kind of disease, but carefully accepting it with the tips of his thumb and index finger. what this. ]


Why are you giving me things that taste like medicine? What'd I do to you? [ other than, like, everything under the sun and half a bag of chips. ]

Vent've been good. Some other assholes run around up there, but I don't think I have authority to tell them to get out. One of them's the cyborg. Robo-dyr. [ aka, he's still trying to figure out what he wants to call bucky when neither steve or he are in earshot. or when they are. who knows. maybe not steve, he seems d e l i c a t e. ]

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[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-02 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy's expecting to see Adrien here, so when she heard an unfamiliar voice she turned towards it.

...]


Steve?

[She knew there was another man here, Nick was it? That looked like Steve.]
procedures: (019-2)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...Ah. It begins.

He turns to the young woman and squares his shoulders a little.
]

Alva. I just came on board recently, they assigned me here to the medbay. I take it you're Steve's friend?

Anything I can help with?
morethan084: (lip bite(2))

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[So... Not Steve, or Nick. This was getting weird. As if she needed any more 'weird' in her life. Especially today.]

...Right. Alva. Sorry.

Um, you could say that.

[Except they weren't. Not really. They worked together.]

I have a headache, was just looking for some aspirin if you have any.
procedures: (239)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
What kind of headache, can you tell?

[ Headaches could mean anything, and pharmaceutical dependence was something to keep an eye out for, but mostly he was asking to dispel some of the awkwardness on his own. ]

If it's caused by bad posture, an aspirin's pretty much just a stop gap.
morethan084: (judging)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-03 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy stands up a little straighter, although her posture really isn't that bad.]

Stress headache. Cause, you know, everything just went to hell.

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cockade: (À part)

medbay

[personal profile] cockade 2016-08-02 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alva's quick- that's the first thing he notices. Arno's been sliding in and out rather inconspicuously every now and then, to try and watch and learn what each thing is in the medbay. He'd probably do better with asking for help, but there's secondhand embarrassment from being assigned as a Field Medic and not knowing nearly anything on how to be one, beyond simple care. And judging by the material and machines on this ship, his methods are practically prehistoric by now.

Still, he's been called out and it causes him to pause, unsure at first whether to stay where he is or simply scoot out the door again. After debating for a quick second he turns back to Alva, tilting his head just slightly and shrugging.]


Neither, truthfully. Technically I suppose you could call it a visit, though I have no one in particular I've come to see.
procedures: (223)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
You're here to visit nobody in particular - that is a little strange.

[ Alva supposes he could go and check the files that the ship's database has on this man, but that feels a little like cutting corners, ridiculous as the thought might be. The man's demeanor telegraphs a measure of uncertainty around the machines, and Alva thinks, maybe he's not used to all the chrome. It's a fair thought - he remembers when he first made it to the cities in the South, with buildings seemingly as tall as the hills, everything made of glass and polished metal. He had thought he'd felt small, then.

Hindsight's annoyingly useless, in that respect.
]

I could help, if there's something you came here to look up or get done. I mean, I'm new to the ship, but the labs I worked in before coming here, they're similar to this place, it shouldn't be too difficult to get us both up to speed.

I'm Alva, by the way.
cockade: (Prévenant)

[personal profile] cockade 2016-08-03 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arno pauses at that, a smile wistfully tugging at the corner of his mouth.]

I've been told I'm an odd one, if that provides any comfort.

[Still he laughs a little and shakes his head.] This is all incredibly advanced compared to home, unfortunately. I'm a little behind when it comes to the times. [Being taken from 1792 and then out of another medieval world does that to you.] I don't honestly even know where to start, even if I were to ask.
procedures: (C11)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-03 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Point to what you don't know, and if I don't know it either, I'll find you someone who does. How's that?

[ The unrelenting progress of science isn't always a good thing. Alva's experienced the result of it firsthand; maybe going back to the basics is the better thing to do. Going back, rather than forward.

Plus you never know when you'd have to amputate in the cold and harsh wilderness of some planet. Familiarity with mechanical operations won't help too much against a multitude of trees.
]

You have to start somewhere to get anywhere, my mother always said.
cockade: (Prêt)

tmw you realize your character didn't introduce themselves in return SWEATS....

[personal profile] cockade 2016-08-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[A hand gently rests on a heart monitor, and Arno stares up at Alva, thinking. His brow furrows and his mouth twists into a slight frown, before he shakes his head and shrugs.]

You wouldn't happen to know how to explain it to someone who's from 1792, would you? Technical terms and all that. [A pause.] The last time someone tried to explain a car and a train to me, we spent far too long trying to have me understand what the simple processes were.

[He sighs.] As for my name, I'm Arno. Arno Dorian. [He turns back to the monitor and raises a brow at it.] This actually helps people?

oh lord I feel this

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takeitslow: ([Ask])

Moro

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-08-03 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's down on this level with the idle idea of visiting Billy, but his nephew isn't in his room. With everything at low power, he doesn't think a movie marathon will net him any favors with the new regime. So Peter has nothing better to do than wander until something better catches his eye. Which has resulted in him running up and down the hallway, only stopping when a door opens.]

I feel the same, dude. The lack of sun makes it hard to know. [He brings up his wrist to squint at his MID, frowning.] I'm going to go with morning. I bet someone up in higher offices probably knows for sure.
voicelog: (with what you're being put through)

anywhere but the medbay

[personal profile] voicelog 2016-08-04 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Only been here for a short while and already there’s a change in management. Everyone seems to be riled up about it on the network, but it makes no difference to him. He trusts the new captain and first mate as much as he trusts the previous pair. If anything, he’s more interested in checking out the Ingress and the ship’s mainframe – two things on the top of his to-do list – but he’s biding his time.

Given the new low power state of the Moira, T figures it’s not the right time to hack into the ship’s system for a casual perusal of its database. Someone will be bound to notice, but it’ll happen even quicker if he does it now. He’s going to have to wait until things settle down (or things go to total shit) for him to get the window he needs. If he’s going to get caught one way or another, he might as well pick a time when he can collect as much data as he can first.

For now, he’ll play his part. Do what he’s supposed to do. They gave him an engineering job, which he’s not complaining about. He could spend days down there (and he plans on it), even if he has to share the space with other people (one of whom is his alternate). He can just block them out.

The uniform does well to dim the glow in his chest, but it’s still visible through the dark fabric. He doesn’t need the attention on him, but it’s probably even more noticeable than usual now. With the address, T is currently creeping going through the conversations on there via his connection to the MID. He has a cup of coffee in hand from the café and he’s en route to Engines, but he’s not distracted enough to notice how similar the guy who’s just fallen into steps beside him is to alt Steve.

Less kempt. Much taller. Definitely not Captain America, but still enough to pique his interest.
]

Hey. [An easygoing smile slides into place with ease as he extends his hand out over to him.] Tony Stark. Are you headed to Engines too or...?
sardonical: (Don't go around tonight)

STARS ON 45

[personal profile] sardonical 2016-08-07 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Stiles doesn't really sleep. At least not since getting to the Moira and even for a while before he'd shown up here. Sometimes he can get tired enough to pass out, but when he wants to sleep, it's a whole lot of staring at the ceiling.

He still forces himself into bed just by habit every night for at least a few hours, so he's noticed Alva sleeping on the floor and honestly? The guy's sleeping more than Stiles is, so there's really no judgment.
]

Morning. It's still early.

[ He pushes himself up on his elbows and the bags under his eyes are huge. ]
procedures: (Default)

[personal profile] procedures 2016-08-09 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He noticed it of the youngest occupant in the room, that the kid hadn't been sleeping well, ]