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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? |
Peter Maximoff | OTA
Listen here you piece of metal shit!
[Peter's voice carries down the hallway, vehement in his anger. It might be enough to make someone thing Peter's got into another fight, for those who've been on board long enough to witness what he can do in anger to be worried. But anyone who comes close enough will see he's not talking to anyone, just staring and jabbing a finger at the ceiling in an otherwise empty hall.]
You can try to play nice all you want, I know what creeps like you are and I'm not going fall for it. So I better not catch you spying, got it?
[Note: This is a follow up to Peter's conversation with Mainframe and may include said character jumping into the conversation. I'm also up for a Wildcard option, just PM if you have any specific ideas or throw whatever my way.]
Closed; Adrien
But here he is, limping back through the doors with the intent of checking on another frozen body. Peter makes it all of three steps in before he sees the familiar face bustling around the main area and he hobbles toward him at a fraction of his usual speed. It's not like the telepath would have been very impressed with his powers anyway.]
You don't get to hide in here right now. [He puts his hands on his hips, bossy and failing to keep the annoyance off his face. Of course he's still mad; when has he ever let go of a grudge so easily.] There's a girl here from the future, like our future and shit's changed a lot. Like, no more robots trying to kill us a lot. And, Charles dude, I think she actually wants to see you. For some reason she likes you. I don't get it but you probably haven't made her do anything illegal yet so I'm not holding it against her. Just, you know, try not to lead her down the wrong path when you talk to her.
[Peter sits down on the edge of a nearby table, frowning.]
What are you even doing in here? Haven't they released you from the brain freeze yet?
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Errr at least not until he was accosted in turn.
At first, when Peter started talking, Adrien did a near classic 'glance around whodahfuqishetalkingtoo' action before it sank in that the young man was aiming the diatribe in his direction. Slowly puffing out a breath, he made a couple of false starts, to try and interrupt Peter, before accepting that he had to wait for the young man to pause for breath.
Pause ... pause ... ]
Anything else? [ He asked, just making sure before delivering the bad news. ] If so, give me a moment to introduce myself before you continue. Dr. Adrien Arbuckal.
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What?
[It's a flat, unintelligent reaction. He looks at Adrien like the man had grown a second head. He gets the same creeping feeling of something being wrong he'd had the last time he'd seen Church. Like he'd missed the last step going down stairs.]
You're kidding me. That's not funny and it's so not a way to get out of me being pissed about what happened. I'm being serious that we've got an actual situation on our hands right now, so. [His frown deepens.] Unless they screwed with your head while you were on ice. Dude, please don't tell me they've started with actual brainwashing here because I will be so pissed off at this new captain if they've changed another rule after I got in trouble for it.
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Closed; Bruce
Peter's at Bruce's workstation in a flash, knocking a hand against the man's shoulder and grinning wide. Things might be weird on the ship right now, and Peter won't pretend that he's okay with anything he's heard or seen since he woke from the tubes, but it's the first time he's seen Bruce since the collective. He can't help but be a little happy about that.]
You have been a surprisingly hard man to keep track of. I'm thinking about getting you a bell.
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"Jesus, Peter," he huffs, lips stretching into a smile as a hand settles briefly over his chest. "You're the one who needs a bell. A bit of warning next time, if you don't mind?"
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He grins, goofy and childish. He's dragging a chair over a second later, moving slower just for Bruce's benefit. "It boring when I give you a heads up. What's the good of this power if I can't use it for a little fun, huh? Besides, you're not mad. You haven't seen me in too long to get mad at me."
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Oh, good. I see you've gone absolutely mad.
[ Strangely enough, the happy tone in his voice is intentionally sarcastic. He may have an odd mix of feelings for Peter but someone talking to themselves like that is always cause for concern. He's in the middle of the hall, halting his speedy run the moment he heard Peter's voice, and he stands with both of his hands on his hips, head cocked. ]
Is there a particular reason this time, Peter?
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I'm not crazy. [Peter says, an automatic response that does nothing to make him look less insane. He turns on heel, face wavering between glaring at Pietro and looking panicked. He's still not figured out how to deal with the whole 'talking to myself' thing yet.]
There's a program or robot or whatever in the, you know. [He thumps a hand on the wall.] He's being a dick and I'm just telling him he's a dick. Right?
[He's looking up at the ceiling expectantly. Mainframe's been talking at him long enough that he fully expects the program to start annoying Pietro too. Hey, maybe Peter will actually have some back up here and he can finally have someone to share his computer woes with.]
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Did he call you a bad name?
[ Yeah he's also not quite taking this seriously, sorry buddy. ]
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somehow this never showed up in my inbox I'm so sorry
Hallway
Dude, you okay?
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[Peter huffs and kicks the wall. It's a slow kick, not meant for damage or to do anything but be a show of frustration. He's pretty sure wrecking the ship won't do anything to Mainframe and will only get him into more trouble with the higher staff.]
I'm pissed off at this little shit. So many damn robots around here and now they're in the walls, man. How am I supposed to be okay?
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I dunno, man. There's lots of weird stuff here, I just try to ignore it.
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[What is he supposed to do about this.]
[Raiden looks around, half tempted to just turn around and go back the way he came, but what if there actually is some situation here? People yelling at ceilings aren't always crazy, just usually.]
Are you okay?
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[Peter gestures wildly to himself, turning on heel to look at the newcomer. He's huffing and crossing his arms over his chest, glancing at the ceiling like it's personally offended him.]
This asshole- [He thumbs at the wall.] -is just getting on my last nerve. It's always something with these types, you know?
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... What types?
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Rocky approaches carefully, his gaze shifting between the human and the ceiling above, expecting to see something up there. Some sort of camera maybe? A mobile spy droid? Whatever the case, he's going to help this
possibly insanehuman. By yelling!]Yeah! You tell 'em! Nobody likes a spy.
[He turns to Peter with a portable TV head and a smile on his screen, obviously not human at all. He also happens to have some kind of blaster for an arm which he raises toward the ceiling, a red hot glow emanating from the tip of the barrel.]
Do you need me to shoot something?
[Please tell him you want him to shoot something.]
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You're going against your own kind?
[Even if it's in his favor, he takes a moment to feel a little alarmed by the idea. And then he thinks of Erik and how much he'd like to punch the man in the face, fellow mutant or not. The alarm drops quickly.]
I don't need your help. I could totally take him by myself. No guns needed.
[He eyes the blaster like he thinks Rocky is planning to shoot him next.]
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Sorry about that! I didn't mean to imply you couldn't handle it by yourself. I was just trying to be helpful.
[There's something apologetic in his smiling expression now as he extends his hand toward Peter in a friendly greeting gesture. His human-like voice carries a note of calm, pleasant cheer as he continues.]
Allow me to start over — I'm Retrovox R0-KV but, please, call me Rocky.
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eight million years late...
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[ Her hair swirls forward, a few thing tendrils drifting around him for a moment, the way one might reach out to tap a person on the shoulder. Not "Mr. Maximoff", she remembers. But still not her former brother-in-law either, even though she finds that based on one conversation alone, she quite liked him. That's an odd feeling, but enough for her to feel concerned that he's talking to thin air.
Well. She'd be concerned about that either way. ]
What are you doing?
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Telling some asshole where he can stick it. [Which, okay, probably not the best choice of words around a Queen. But he's never been good at higher level thinking when he was upset.] I'm just pissed off at all this shit you know? And now they're in the system and who knows what they're watching or hacking into? I've already had to deal with the dumb hacking messing things up before.
[If he'd pause for breath he might realize that nothing he's saying would make sense to anyone who hadn't been told about his situation with Rinzler and the monitoring with his conversations with Wanda. If he was smarter, he might realize that even then, this conversation is missing a few key elements needed for clarity.]
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dat hall
Care to share with the rest of the class? What creeps are you talking about?
[ The class being a plus one, aka her. ]
Is...everything all right?
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[He points at the ceiling again, glaring at the spot for a moment before turning around to look at Elena. He's a little red from anger, frowning like his life depends on it. ]
Damn robots thinking they can run the place. Every time things start to make sense something like this happens and- [He huffs, runs a hand through his hair.] Everything would be a lot better if that machine would stop dragging other machines in here to annoy me.
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/adds to the hallways
She walks over to him briskly, looking up at the ceiling and then back at him. ]
Peter! What are you doing?
[ You're looking a little crazy, brah. ]
woo
Arguing with a computer. What's it look like?
[Don't answer that Jean.]
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