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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old but unfamiliar faces
"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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☆☆☆ ingress // medical > > > wandering after ( ow, what for?! )

[ Jim is feeling out of sorts and that is perfectly acceptable. He's been pulled through some weird transport thing onto an unknown ship and told that there is no way, save teamworking their way across an unknown (for him) galaxy, to get back to his universe. Then there's also the mention of a contract and a job, and seriously where the hell did his boots go?

God, he loses enough shirts as it is.

But okay, that stabby thing was annoying and he's not sure if he likes this MID thing, but it isn't as if he can take it off. He rubs at his wrist where it was implanted, face screwing up. Is it supposed to itch? Cause it itches for him. That's generally a bad thing. To top things off, he's wandering a ship that isn't his to get his bearings, and trying not to barge right in on the captains. Captains he doesn't trust in the slightest. Captains who he apparently has to report to as Interpersonal Relationships Officer in order to help everything run as smoothly as possible.

Wonderful.

So, if anyone wants him after medical. Pick a deck, any deck, and let's see where we end up if you haven't tagged in with him elsewhere already. ]

☆☆☆ after the address // passageways and quarters ( how does it feel to be on a sinking ship? )

[ As if this entire situation weren't unnerving enough, there's suddenly a change in command due to finding out that there is a murderous being on board that hasn't been dealt with properly. He can imagine those already on board for some time are feeling off-kilter already, and those who are new, like he is, are on even more unequal footing. There's something off about all of this that he can't quite put his finger on, but his gut tells him that not everything is as cut and dry as Captain Charms and First Mate Smiles make it out to be.

The ship has fallen into a low power state, and it ignites memories that Jim would rather not think too hard on. Memories of the Enterprise falling into Earth's gravity without power. Of crawling into a warp core without protective equipment on in order to save his crew. His family.

He swallows back those feelings, and focuses on regrouping in both thoughts and actions. His job here is straightforward, but he intends to err on the side of caution with giving information to the new guys in charge about any of the crew that isn't strictly necessary. Wouldn't be the first time he's fudged a report, after all.

It's all relative, right? ]

☆☆☆ lights down low // passageways ( how's our ship? )

[ As if the low-power state wasn't messing with him enough---everything is troublesome at the moment. But Jim puts on a brave face. He does it because he has run his own ship, and knows the benefit of crew morale, and in such a dismal situation like this, they are going to be needing that pretty regularly.

He's purposely going through the different areas, greeting those crew and passengers who are willing to talk for a little bit of time, and just generally trying to get to know everyone.

He's trying not to think about the fact that ration size portions leave a lot to be desired on the food front. Not to mention the old memories that dredges up. It isn't that he expected this to be a pleasure cruise, but these new rules seem a little ---extreme to say the least, but now isn't the time to address that. Now is the time to work on his actual duties, which is why he's making a point to smile, and ignore the fact that an ice-cold shower was not the way to start the day.

This is fantastic.

So, if he runs into you in the hall: ]

Hi, I'm Jim. Do you have a minute to talk?

☆☆☆ reuse and recycle//passageways and also random rooms ( bullshit. )

[ Jim might be new here, but he's pretty sure no one thought it was a pleasure cruise. The morale was sketchy at best, from his talks with Bones, and this sure as hell wasn't about to help boost it any. Jim understands the importance of crew safety, but morale is also an integral part of making certain that a ship and crew function optimally.

They've shut down the Ingress, and while they said it was damaged and unable to send anyone back to their respective homes, it feels a lot like a door slamming shut in the brig. He wants more information on this Acelight Delegation, and just what makes them so damn qualified that they can just waltz in like they have.

He also wants to know where the rest of the command crew are, and if the one who collapsed is safe.

Which is completely not why he is finding little alcoves where he can tamper a bit with the MID embedded in his wrist, or checking rooms he is able to see if he can bring up a console and gain access to a main computer or something. ]

☆☆☆ wildcard // hit me with your best shot. ( let me get some action from the back section. )

[ Didn't see anything up there that you liked? Hit me here and set us up, I'm easy. ]

[ It was a wild goose chase; looking for a book that may not even still be on the Moira. But it beat sitting in his barracks and dwelling on the sudden change in management and attitude.

And if he happened across any books that referenced Acelight Delegation or Midway Hub? As long as he was being optimistic.

Courser lay curled by his companion's feet, finishing off a bone that Adrien had managed to scrounge up for the bahari. The doctor had actually traded out his own breakfast rations to a nutrition bar in exchange for the bone, the bar currently sat -half eaten- on the table beside him.

The pair were in the shadows (what part of this damn ship wasn't in shadows at the moment) when both glanced up as the door opened and someone slipped through. Adrien recognized the man from Medbay intake and he arched an eyebrow as he quietly watched Jim hunt around for ... something?

When the man appeared to head for the library console, the doctor cleared his throat. ]

They shut that one down. Non-essential, I'm sure.

[ Non-essential or linked to reference material the crew didn't 'need to know' at the moment. Adrien was willing to take wagers on either possibility. ]

[ A library was quite a novel thing in his time. They still had them, but very few that were open with regular books. Most things of that sort were special access only, or very notable libraries with very strict policies. Jim, himself, had a meager collection of hardbound and paperback books, but nothing like this.

Jim had stopped as he was addressed, grinned, and gave a nod. ] Most of the ones I've run into have been the same. Everything is shut off, except for this---[ He shows his MID. ]---thing. But, I'm hoping with a little elbow grease, and a lot of luck---

[ He moves over, ducking down under the station to get a good look at things. ] ---I can figure out how to reroute power.

Might not work, sure, but call me optimistic.

[ While he's taking a look, he catches a look at his companion. ] I'm Jim, by the way. I've, uh, never seen anything quite like your friend there. Has he got a name?

james t. kirk • star trek (aos)

reuse and recycle // Library?

library!

lights down low

no subject

Lights Down Low

no subject

after the address

no subject

wandering.

no subject

[Lights Down Low]

reuse and recycle

reuse and recycle

wildcard! please feel free to pm if you need/want something changed!

lights down low

lights down low

lights down low // mess hall?

reuse and recycle » alcove!

hallways