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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A. [ SPACE ODDITY. ]

[ Huh. Well.

Venom Snake's arrival onto the ship is exactly as unceremonious and confusing as it's expected to be, with intrusive medical examinations and an endless stream of information that he digests only through sheer force of will and a healthy dose of all-suffering patience. Thankfully, this isn't anything new (welcome to his life, where the only constant is that Things Are Fucking Weird), down to the scrubs and the 'go make yourself useful' speech, but. You know, no matter how many times you go through the 'what-the-hell-and-how-the-hell' procedure, you never quite manage to detach your personal feelings about it from your pragmatism.

Which is to say, yeah, maybe Venom's a little fed up, thanks very much.

He simmers in his discomfort when he's finally left to his own devices, combing over the supplementary information that's been given to him via friendly FAQ. Remind Venom to find Dr. Banner sometime and thank him for this extensive writeup and for answering the crucial question of "What is space?", by the way. No sarcasm intended.

For now, his best bet is to get acquainted with his surroundings. Which seem to be, uh, going through some technical difficulties. Not exactly a stellar first impression of the Captains, admittedly.

Venom Snake is a shadow, footsteps muffled instinctively as he plods through the myriad of hallways and cabins available to him on this ship. The dimmed lights and dark corners don't inspire much confidence in the stability of his new accommodations, but it's something he has to work with, he supposes.

After he gets himself mostly oriented, he finds a good place to lean against and check the functions of his MID. Unfortunately, that 'good place' happens to be a door leading into a room. Someone's room. Presumably the room of the 'someone' who's coming towards him right now.

He'll snap his head up when he hears approaching footsteps, tilt his head to the side in wolfish caution.

Please tell him to move out of your way, kind stranger. ]

B. [ LIFE ON MARS? ]

[ After observing some of the routine inspections being conducted in some of the other barracks, Venom has taken it upon himself to find a secluded space away from the sleeping quarters to assess what he's retained during his impromptu space travel. He can be found doing an inventory sweep, turning his assault rifle over in his hands and checking his ammunition belt for his spare magazines, fiddling with something that looks like an iPhone that seems to be largely useless, if his deep-set frown has anything to say about it.

Feel free to approach him at any time and ask him why the hell he's messing with his guns in a dark corner (that's pretty sketchy, dude), or feel free to notice that his expression turns a touch exasperated when he reaches for something that is presumably cigar-shaped in his pocket and comes up empty.

Fuck space travel. ]

C. [ REBEL REBEL : CLOSED TO KAZUHIRA MILLER. ]

[ Combing through the resources on his MID has come up with some interesting results: namely, the presence of two familiar faces, one oddly familiar face, and the knowledge that timelines not aligning might be a very real concern here. Venom contemplates radioing in to Ocelot first— Part 1 of the two familiar faces— but decides that the wildcat will find him on his own time, on his own agenda. He's certain that the man already knows by now that Venom's stumbled upon this ship, anyway.

So. Part 2, Kazuhira Miller, becomes Venom's first candidate for contact. The number one reason for this being the case is that Venom is pretty confident that Ocelot is Perfectly Fine, whereas Kaz has the tendency to show up and be distinctly Not Fine, no judgment intended.

Venom uses the function on the MID most intimate to him, voice, and settles against the wall to make a call to his former (current?) XO. ]

—Kaz. It's me. [ Familiar, well-worn phrases. The implication here is 'stay calm'. ] Give me a location where I can find you.

D. [ ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. ]

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Edited 2016-08-01 06:19 (UTC)

☄ REBEL REBEL
[There's a jolt that runs through this man as he gets the ping on his MID. A hard beat of his heart that nearly hurts as he hears a voice and for a long instant he thinks that voice might be telling him that he came back, that he's actually alive and that heart-attack in the Training Sim Room didn't matter. That Solid Snake doesn't have to wear that guilt and and Kaz can finally say he's sorry. To tell him to go spend time with that asshole wildcat. Do something so his world becomes less of a disaster.]

[But he looks at the name and there's the worst mixed mess of emotions. The joy at someone he's needed around, that he's missed. And morbidly realizing that it means John is still dead and having the hope of correcting his failures sucked out of him. That there's a pile of ridiculous folded up boxes and a crate of furbies in the cargo bay still that are sans a childish dictator to own them. That peace was for nothing.]

[Snake's here, though. "Ahab." That's what matters.]

I'm moving cabins, so I'll meet you in the recreational area.

Ocelot has DD if you want him.

[Might as well let him know where the dog went to. It'll probably be hard realizing that Snake doesn't remember anything. But when is that ever new?]

[ Assessment number one: Kaz sounds remarkably calm despite the circumstances, which lends some credence to what he's read about the 'timeline discrepancies'. The matter-of-fact delivery of Ocelot also being here, along with DD (they brought the dog here too??? what the hell), is another corroboration of that theory. Boggling, but something to accept as true.

It's difficult to gauge the level of Kaz's comfort with this situation over the comm, so Venom doesn't exactly mince words or attempt to strike up conversation. The reply that Kaz receives for his troubles is the same, age-old terseness, a quiet got it that lingers for a brief second before cutting to silence. Venom's preferred language.

He shows up in the recreational area minutes later, punctual and as stalwart as ever— single eye flicking through dim lighting, shoulders braced but otherwise composed. ]

venom snake | metal gear

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[ life on mars ]

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SPACE ODDITY TY TY ty..... ty

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