thisavrou_log | ( august intro log )

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( 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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"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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[THE INGRESS]
[It was for several seconds that she had stood, eyes closed in an attempt to ground herself, before her lashes had fluttered back, only to be greeted with a sweeping view of strangeness. It registered before anything else, the uncertainty of where she was now versus where she had been. The soft chatter of voices behind her had her looking over her shoulder, although the gentle light had her squinting slightly. Her hand was lifted and her palm opened, to gaze down at the item in her grasp, and it drew a sharp breath from her.

She could remember when Anakin had given it to her all those years ago, on a ship through space, as something to remember him by. Who would have know just what his role in her life was to be. Not even Padmé could have fathomed it. It was fuzzy and foggy, old memories mingling with new, but as her eyes traveled down on to that shimmering blue gown that she was dressed in, the confusion deepened. She pushed at her mind, recalling, of Mustafar, of the twins, of... of Anakin. A gasp was given, quick and sharp, before her eyes darted around the room, panic rising.

It seemed to be some sort of a structure, although Padmé couldn't say that she was familiar with it. Not a single face was recognized either from those that she saw, and as her hands settled over her flattened stomach, Japor snippet dangling. Obi-Wan. Luke... Leia... She had been... But... But she had died. That was a truth, and she found herself working that over and over in her mind.

She had no explanation as to why or how this had happened- or even what had happened. Was this some afterlife? Yet- she could feel the steady beat of her heart against her chest, the blood pulsing through her veins. That her emotions were a jumble wasn't surprising. Too much had happened, and the knowledge of everything pressed up against her. She paused, eyes closed again, wanting nothing more than to cry, but also knowing that crying wasn't going to help her.

Yet, as her eyes sought to adjust to the lighting, she turned and inquired softly.] Excuse me, but do you think I could- that is, where am I?

[AFTER MEDBAY]
[The medical check had been completed, although Padmé still had no further answers to the question of how and why she was here as she was. She did expect something to happen, something to show, and yet there had been no beeping noises of complaint or anything to give way to something that wasn't standard. Now, glancing down at her wrist, she regarded the MID with an expression between curiosity and concern. How much truth they had been given, Padmé didn't know.

Her political savvy had helped her over the years, and there was much that wasn't being said, whether by design or omission. She didn't have enough of a gauge on the current situation to truly understand the politics behind it. No doubt with time Padmé would be able to flow through it as easily as she once had back home, but for now, everything was too much and she was attempting to recall all that she could.

Words kept floating through her mind, and while it all seemed fantastical, there was a part to it that also seemed very plausible. She had felt the life slipping from here, and yet here she was... Padmé had always been driven by duty and the desire to help, and even now that tug was there to continue to do so. A part of her mind asked what else did she have, and there here was an opportunity for her. It might not be the universe she was familiar with, but if what they said was true...

Standing to the side, Padmé glanced back at the medbay that she had just been escorted out of, and while she had been told that she would be moving on to her living quarters, for the moment she had been left alone. More to herself than to anyone else, she rolled the word over on her tongue, finding it unfamiliar, and yet it seemed that she would be residing there.] Nomo. [Although as she waited, Padmé decided to take matters in to her own hands, and speaking to someone who looked like they might have more of an idea than she currently did.] Pardon my interruption, but does Nomo mean anything to you, and if so, could you provide directions?

[LOST]
[With the best of days, Padmé was a force to be reckoned with. She had faced off against many within the Senate and had held her own as a young queen. Of course she would say that she was far too young when she had been elected, but if nothing else, it had been a learning opportunity, and she had taken to it like a fish in water. Her mind had always been quick, which was one of the reasons for her stature despite her young age. She might not know everything, but she was intelligent and quite witted, and truly believed in what she was doing- or perhaps what she had been doing.

She was stubborn, as those who knew her would say, and even now that had not changed. A decision had been made to find this residence by herself, and despite her best intentions, Padmé had to admit that perhaps she hadn't listened to the instructions as well as she should have. Her mind kept wandering, although in truth, who could blame her?

On a good day it would have been an information overload, but after the day she had been having before arriving here... Her world had crumbled at her feet and even Padmé hadn't been certain how to pick up the pieces. Her own thoughts had been distracting her from taking the right turn- or the left one- because at this point, all thoughts of making it to her supposed living quarters had left her mind.

And, as she came to a halt, pursing her lips, she came to the conclusion that she wasn't even certain she was in the right living quarters area.] This lay-out is worse than Coruscant.

[Unfortunately for Padme, the gaze that meets her from over a teal veil is far from friendly. Zam regards the woman who she had once been assigned to kill -- the one who had been on the ship before, but had somehow managed to slip away before things took a turn for the worst. If only they'd all been so lucky. She'd ask if the senator enjoyed her vacation, but robbed of her voice, she settles for a cold glare instead.

She doesn't bother with words until the senator asks her question. Only then does Zam reach for the MID on her wrist and summon up a keyboard of holographic light She taps out a message and the words flash into being between them.]

You don’t remember?

[With better lighting, Padmé likely would have found someone who did appear to be more approachable, but for the moment, she would work with what she was given. It had worked for her in the past, getting her out of some sticky situations that she had unfortunately gotten herself in to in the first place. Then again, had Padmé been told to kriff off, she would have left.

To say that her thoughts were a mess would have been the biggest statement in the galaxy. The answer to her question is peculiar, and Padmé did wonder whether she had missed something. Remember what, exactly? A dubious expression floated across her face for a moment or two, before she shook her head.] I cannot fathom what it is I am to remember, but given that, I would need to answer no.

[Fingers flash over the keyboard.]

You were here before. You disappeared a few months ago. [Not that it seems to matter now. The senator obviously doesn’t remember anything, which means Zam will be starting from scratch as far as the orientation goes. A pity. She had done so well avoiding it the first couple of times Amidala had appeared on the ship. She starts typing again and this time it takes a significantly longer period of time for a message to appear.]

You’re on the Moira. The Ingress behind you brought you here from our galaxy. You can’t go back through the Ingress, but the captains claim they can bring everyone back to their homes if we help the Moira reach its destination. You’ll be given a contract offering you a place onboard as long as you agree to work. Otherwise, we can drop you off at the next inhabited planet. [Stars, that’s a lot more trouble to write than it is to say. Zam’s gaze is still sour as she regards the senator, but at least her intentions don’t seem actively harmful despite the blaster at her side.]

Any questions?

[There is still a dubious expression on her face, although Padmé does manage to hold most of it in check. Perhaps a case of mistaken identity? She had, in the past, used stand-ins to confuse people as to who she was, which had come in helpful.

Of course, on the other hand, she had also lost several of her dear friends because of it. As queen and as Senator, she had drawn enemies to her, and the death of any handmaiden or anyone working with her was something she had felt deeply.]

I have no recollection of that.

[A mulling tone in her voice, although it is a fairly diplomatic way of stating that perhaps she is mistaken. Yet she does wait as the other types again, before letting her eyes fall on what has been written.

The first thought is that she isn't familiar with a ship of that name, although the list of items that Padmé isn't familiar with grows as she continues to read. It doesn't explain many things, such as how she is living and breathing, but at the moment, she doesn't make mention to that.]

Has someone taken responsibility for this? [Is it a kidnapping? Padmé isn't too certain what to call it, but something clearly has happened. These captains, perhaps?]

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars | ota

the ingress

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LOST | hey girl~

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lost

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