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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!
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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? |
alva / original
[ MedBay ]
[ 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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
Medbay
[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.
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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.
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[ 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'.
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[ 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?
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[ 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?
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[ 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. ]
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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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Steve?
[She knew there was another man here, Nick was it? That looked like Steve.]
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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?
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...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.
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[ 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.
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Stress headache. Cause, you know, everything just went to hell.
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medbay
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.
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[ 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.
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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.
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[ 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.
tmw you realize your character didn't introduce themselves in return SWEATS....
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?
when you design posters for a living, then try explaining med equipment
oh lord I feel this
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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.
anywhere but the medbay
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
creepinggoing 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...?
STARS ON 45
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. ]
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