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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? |
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August 5
What he wasn't expecting was to come across some kind of skeleton. Maybe it's some sort of mutant quirk? He looks around when Sans motions him over, wondering if there's anybody else in the hallway.
If there is anybody, they're either fantastic at hiding or they're invisible.
"Me...?"
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He waves again, painting his joke as just that -- a joke. Even if the boy wasn't alone in the hallway, Sans clearly had him in mind for whatever task he had waiting at the bottom of that garbage can.
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So he'll walk his way over. "What's going on?"
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8/1
It doesn't take long to realize which sad alcoholic it is. The guy's still a fucking skeleton.
Tony leans against the doorframe and almost quirks a smirk at the idle comment. Almost.
"Tragic, isn't it?"
His tone is as light as it always is, but he's fixed Sans with the kind of level, assessing look that he normally reserves for very expensive and complex machines.
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Granted, falling into old routines left little room for change. Sans is uncharacteristically casual for a guy who spent four weeks dead, slipping his hands into his pockets with practiced ease.
"Now I don't believe it's been a month, you wouldn't have lasted this long sober."
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"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he sniffs, mock-offended. "Not all of us got to sleep through the sobriety."
Which is only a half truth, because he and his shitty malfunctioning heart definitely got put in the freezer for at least half of that time, but he's not giving Sans' argument the validation.
He pushes off from the wall and wanders farther into the room, pocketing his own hands. It's not a deliberate imitation, just an unnervingly similar tic.
"Besides, anyone who's serious about it has alternative vices."
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8/1
Maybe a little exploring would help.
It still felt surreal, considering all he'd been through. One minute he was fighting for his Guild's revival, and then he was being processed as a new crew member. Maybe he could find some water or tea.
As he walks towards what he was told was the mess hall, he spotted a figure muttering over some rubble. At first it appears to be a person, but upon closer inspection, it's a skeleton. Huh.
"Reunions?" He asks quietly, curiously. "Are you expecting someone?"
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No, that was ridiculous. Shuttling that thought away, Sans relaxes quickly into his usual blank grin.
"Uh, not specifically. More mourning an old friend." He explains, gesturing to the spot where the bar used to be. Of course, to someone who wasn't around to know the bar before it disappeared, it looks as if Sans is pointing to the small heap of dust. "I've been sorta out of the loop lately."
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"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude if you were mourning." He gently bows in respect towards the bar's remnants.
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Afternoon
Which is exactly why Rung found himself staring at a...what was that? He'd not seen an organic like this person before...assuming he was organic. When Sans glanced up to meet his optics, Rung gave him a little wave of greeting and took the opportunity to approach.
"Hello."
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Of course, this one was new. Or was he? Sans didn't hesitate in his continued wave, trying to parse if he'd seen this particular robot before or if he was being racist.
"Hey, champ. Got a job for ya."
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5th
At least for most people.
His hands are in his pockets, doing his best to seem unassuming, albeit huge. But the smiling white face is hard to ignore as he continues his idle explorations. Needless to say... he steps closer.
"Yes? What is it?"
And what is this thing.
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Still, that's gotta be the biggest goddamn human Sans has ever seen. And he only gets bigger on approach. Dang. Luckily for Sans, his expression remains as fixed and casual as ever. Nevermind the small bead of sweat at his brow.
"Just doing a survey." He pushes the garbage can forward slightly with a tip of his foot. "Moira Satisfaction Survey, specifically. Pretty standard. Up for answering a few questions?"
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08/05
A month is longer than average for someone to be in one of those pods, but Snake doesn't think too hard on it until he comes across Sans himself, pushing along a trash can with all the enthusiasm of an elementary school kid who isn't being stimulated by their coursework.
Snake figures he'll just pass on by, but then Sans waves him over, and the look on his skull is disconcerting, to say the least. Snake's interactions with Sans have been limited and one of them involved almost puking, so he really has no idea what to expect from him now. (Save for a bad pun.)
All the same, he walks over. There's a slim chance that Sans has found something of interest in the garbage, seeing how their new captain wants to dump all the unnecessary junk around here.
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Looking at him, it was as if Sans was surprised by Snake's approach, rather than it being a direct result of Sans calling him over.
"Hey there, bud. Enjoying our new overlords?"
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5th
But he knows now. Mostly because the a skeleton wandering the halls was a little hard to miss.
"You sure took your sweet time," he mutters, suddenly on the other side of the trash pile. He kicks at something that looks particularly gray and gooey, making a face when it sticks to his boot. "Did you have a nice ice nap? Personally I found the whole floating naked in the cold a little uncomfortable."
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His words are casual, bordering on a parody of laid back, but the warmth crimping at the edges of his sockets is impossible to miss. If Sans thought he had half a chance of catching Peter, he might've just dragged the kid into a hug.
Of course, he didn't, so his hands stayed where they were. Tucked casually into his jacket pocket, Sans cocks his head to the side slightly in a far less invasive greeting.
"How've you been, kiddo?"
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8/5
It was something he hadn't really done proficiently in some time. Thus Sans was, at the very least, a nice change. His face was unreadable, sure, but Bee mostly just chalked that up to barely having one. It wasn't unlike many individuals of his own race that liked faceplates or had to endure empurata. Regardless, he was paying more attention to the trash, trying to discern some sort of pattern - if there was one.
Unfortunately, being a Cybertronian makes one hard to miss, even one as small as Bee. At least he couldn't be accused of directly staring - no pupils.
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If you could really call any Cybertronians kid. Still, it seemed to annoy a few of them, so Sans wasn't about to stop any time soon.
"Can you see through those things, bud?" He asks, waving his hand up as high as he can (admittedly, not very) to try and attract the guy's attention. "Or did you never get that upgrade?"
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August 5
[All in a row, just like that. Reading the manual's for chumps, and she didn't plan on hanging around the Med-Bay longer than it took for them to stick her with something and stop the bleeding. So the whole dying and coming back thing? News to her. He was kinda... dust, last time she saw him. She remembers that part, clear as a bell. Nothing much left to do but get a broom and get to work, and she'd done neither.
But all that's over now, she figures. Ain't no time like the present, and it's ticking away while she's standing around gawping.]
So... how 'bout them new bosses?
[That's how smalltalk works, right? She's never really done it before, but hell, there's a first time for everything.]
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[In a manner of speaking, anyway. Sans reaches into the garbage, pulling out an apple. It looks startlingly alright, for being trash fruit, and Sans holds it out in her direction.]
I'm more interested in what you think about 'em.
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8/5
He's not super surprised about seeing him looking through the garbage, after all, the stuff can be totally interesting, right? It kind of reminds him of how all the knives he'd made with the junk from Del Pascia got confiscated for being junk. He's still kind of sore about that.
Anyway, he heads over after being motioned closer. "What, you find something interesting?"
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He gestures to the trash can with a furtive look down the hall. His attitude and mannerisms would suggest he had an impressive haul resting in the can. Of course, upon investigation, the only immediate thought that came to mind was... well, garbage.
"Someone threw a yogurt away in there a few days ago, just a heads up."
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August 5th
[She's just a million miles away, somewhere on an ocean with a pirate ship captained by two skeletons. Now that's not something that the strange Ingress caused, it's real. She could do it if something wasn't sucking a good two thirds of her power away.]
[Sans and Wanda were the only ones who had seen it up close and personal, and so even if neither of them had any idea of what happened between the battle for the Moira and her coming out of cryo, she still feels like it's written all over her face. She's a land mine waiting to get buried or stepped on.]
[After a long moment, she comes back to the present, smiles and pulls the books she's carrying closer to her chest-- she's moving her personal collection to the library, just in case these bastards get any funny ideas about airlocking her books. She walks towards Sans, the weariness in her features probably becoming a little more apparent as she moves out of the dimness.]
How have you been?
[Things are terrible now, no point in asking 'how are you'.]