thisavrou_log | ( august event log )

( august event log )

Who: Everyone
When: August 16th and on
Where: The Moira + the Luminous Sea
What: The original Captain and the First Mate try to find the closest Ingress for help. The crew ventures into the Luminous Sea.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."

With the Moira in a sort of low maintenance state, Captain Ira and First Mate Egan have been forthright with information at their disposal, and as the weeks have progressed, not much has been answered in terms of what has happened with the ship itself or why some of the crew are informing the Captain and First Mate of Ingresses all across the universes being broken. Early on the 16th, Captain Ira decides that Manasseh has been in cryo long enough to warrant waking her. With that decision comes the restoration of all ship functions—including normal water and power usage. Rationing continues, but it isn’t as strict (or enforced) as it has been the last few weeks. However, the Navigator appears and acts no differently than before, which troubles the Captain, and rather than shut down the Moira’s functions once more, he decides to redouble efforts to contact someone at the Midway Hub.

As before, when he first tried, no one answers.

Not completely discouraged, Captain Ira orders First Mate Egan and those in both Navigation and the Tower to put out a transmission to anyone with an Ingress in hopes of finding a technician or someone with enough information pertaining to the machinery to perhaps fix the one aboard the Moira long enough to get them to the Midway Hub without having to travel the length of the Runoff. Within the hour, they receive a peculiar return transmission that’s worth investigating since it’s considerably close. During this time, Captain Thán sends the following MID message to all Moirans:
Crew,

The last few weeks have been hectic, and I'm sure everyone has questions that they need answered. When Captain Ira and First Mate Egan approached us, we asked for evidence of their legitimacy and were given it through credentials, logs, and the private access codes that they had in their possession. It allowed us to see that they were, in fact, the previous leadership of the Moira.

Explaining why we took a knee is rather simple. They know what they're doing, and it is clear now, more than ever, that we do not. Every bump in the road that we've met, you have survived because of your own tenacity, and many of the deaths and hardships were our fault in some way. We found this ship unmanned and took it without any skill. It worked, at first, but then, you were all here, and it changed everything. We needed to grow to accommodate, and we weren't fast enough. As captains, we've failed you, but we do believe that Ira and Egan can do so much better. We'll be working with them to make the end of this trip as short as possible. You deserve to go home, and they can make that happen.

You also deserve honesty. The blame for the events on Caducus Primary are our burden to carry, not yours. The statues that their people believed had been stolen were on this ship, and we were responsible for them being here. Not long after boarding the Moira, we stopped there and were approached by a person offering us the items at a lower trade rate. We knew that it wasn't strictly by the books, but we did the deal anyway. When those actions came back around, we attempted to remedy them but were not fast enough and many lives were lost.

This is one of the reasons we have given leadership rights over. We've done enough damage, and you don't deserve anymore by our hands. For what it's worth, we do apologize for everything, and we'll be staying on the ship until we reach the Midway Hub.

-Thán
Whether believed or not, the previous Captains can still be found around the ship in their usual places of work. Onward, the Moira goes—

WELCOME TO THE LUMINOUS SEA

Unlike most places the Moira has come across or visited, the Luminous Sea is thus called due to its soft turquoise glow. While other parts of the Runoff consist of stars and planets, there is no life or anything remotely sentient found within this part of the universe. Yet, the most fascinating thing about the Luminous Sea is not the fact that it appears empty but for the sole reason of why the Captain and First Mate first approached it in the first place: it’s very reminiscent of Ingress energy. The ship is slow to move through the Luminous Sea, all those stationed in the Tower asked to observe and collect data to be sent to Navigation as well as those who have been reassigned to the Ingress. However, even stranger things are afoot the longer the Moira lingers within the ocean of blue-green space...

☄ IN, OUT, AND ALL AROUND

Needless to say, things are now a little… different on board thanks to the anomalies caused by the energy of the Luminous Sea. What once had been a simple journey using MPS to navigate your way around the ship has now become a risk in Location Roulette. Perhaps you’re simply planning to head to the library, but when you walk through the door, you’ve somehow ended up in the middle of the Mess Hall. Or you’re fresh from a nice, long shower only to find yourself in the middle of the Cargo Bay wearing nothing but your towel! It seems that the space inside the Moira has rearranged itself to make life interesting for the crew. The changes happen at random and aren’t guaranteed to work the same in reverse. Sometimes, a doorway will work to take you back the correct way, and other times, it might deposit you in yet another part of the ship you hadn’t intended to visit. Also, be wary of those areas of the ship that have been sealed for the protection of the crew and never go anywhere alone. Because nothing good ever came of walking through a door to suddenly end up outside the Moira or within the room that holds Ploiatos.

☄ 50 SHADES OF AGE

While in the Luminous Sea, some members of the crew are likely to wake up and find themselves a changed person. Literally. The unstable nature of the energy that encompasses the Sea and its ability to bend both time and space means that those affected by it might find themselves suddenly years younger. Or even older. What’s more, some crew members who do become younger might possess no memories of have ever been on the ship and will see the Moira through brand new eyes. Those who find themselves jumping to a point further down their timeline won’t be affected as harshly, though they will be tarnished with age as time tends to do. What’s best for the new and old alike is to remain calm and continue on their daily routines until otherwise instructed by the Captain and First Mate. Hopefully leaving the Luminous Sea will wear away this reversal in time and return you to the person you once were.

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This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised – [ Hull ]

Despite the strange goings-on and change in location, Tex keeps up her daily patrols in her armored robot, transferring her AI consciousness to it with a simple command. She always jumps back to her human form in time for evening activities such as socializing at the bar. There are a few people who know about this routine of hers, but most people think that when she's out and about in her armor, that she's strapped the armor onto her body—and why wouldn't they think that? She hasn't given anyone any reason to believe any differently.

As usual, Tex leaves her human body lying in bed that afternoon and goes out the bedroom door to patrol—only to find herself stepping out an airlock rather than out her door. By the time she's fully recovered her wits, she's already floating free, but she manages to engage the mag locks in her boots and stick herself to the side of the ship. Now it's only up to her to find a location which from the inside can be easily accessed. She starts walking along the hull. She doesn't know whether she's more likely to run into someone else in a similar predicament, or if she'll reach an airlock first, but sending a general ping to the network with an SOS is a priority at this point.

They're only where they are now regardless of their fight – [ Early runtime ]

When the Luminous Sea first alters her form, Tex doesn't know what's going on. In her thinking, she's just spontaneously split from the Alpha AI, and was in a closed system with him, not yet separated into two whole independent programs. Things were chaotic and confused, and she didn't even yet have a designation (since she hadn't been meant to exist), but she had been communicating with him and had not yet gone through the trauma of separation from him. She was a part of him that he created to protect himself from the stresses that he knew the Project was going to put him through. And she intended to carry out the operations he had intended for her to carry out.

At the same time, the human body that she was given upon her arrival here on the Moira aged down as well, to the form of an eight-year-old girl. She hasn't yet been programmed with the library of fighting moves the Director placed in her when he removed most of her memories. She's feisty, though, and she's confused and upset. She's lying in bed, waking up for the day, when this transformation takes place, and so she can do nothing but assume she can make use of the items she finds under the bed. She finds the red-haired doll that had been sent to her in the mail the previous month, but leaves it behind despite the pang it brings her. Instead she pulls out a gun and starts to rampage through the ship with it.

"Where's Alpha?" she demands as soon as she comes face-to-face with someone else on the ship, which may be sooner rather than later, considering the way the interior of the ship is shifting. "Where's the Director? Tell me what the hell is going on around here!"

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This one's for believing if only for it's sake – [ Late runtime ]

It's the next day when the energy transforms her yet again, her body appearing middle-aged and her consciousness left in a state she can only describe as weary. As she understands it from what she was taught about the AIs back at Freelancer, the fragments shouldn't ever reach a state of rampancy, yet there's something that she can't deny that's affecting her ability to process information. It's leaving her emotionally strung-out, and through she's not one to have a tendency to ruminate, she finds herself carrying that damn doll through the hallways, trying to make her way somewhere—the medbay, perhaps?—and mumbling the stages of rampancy to herself. "Melancholia, anger, jealousy," she mutters, then again and again, and—this has to be the affect of being installed in a human body. Nothing else makes sense. The neural paths are worn down or something. She turns, but the shifting of the hallways and living areas of the ship aren't helping her any—she's utterly lost.

Of course, as soon as she sees someone else she drops the doll and pushes her hand through her hair and tries to put on a sane demeanor. "I'm fine," she volunteers before she is asked.

Come on friends get up now love is to be made – [ Wildcard ]

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[Pharah is trying to navigate the tricker than normal hallways when she comes to one of the outer corridors, and sees movement outside the window. She stops to peer, at first wondering why anyone would be outside, and maybe a little curious about the armor. Unsure if this is an emergency situation or not, she waves to get the woman's attention, and then mouths, Are you in need of assistance?. She hopes her intent follows through.]

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[ It's easy enough to tell what the person inside is getting at. Tex's first reaction were she able to speak to this person would be to say something sarcastic, but instead she can only nod. Yes, indeed, she needs help out of this situation. ]

[One moment. She looks around, trying to find the nearest airlock. Failing a visual check and not wanting to just abandon Tex, she brings up a map on her mid, and then motions Tex to follow. She disappears for a moment, heading to the nearest viewport in the desired direction and waits for the other woman to catch up. She realizes she's working against time, that she probably only has a limited amount of air in that armor system of hers.]

[ She's at least grateful that she has been spotted, and she can do nothing but cooperate, following along as she'd led from window to window. Each time she's gestured forward she moves, and eventually she can make out the sight of an airlock ahead. She makes sure to pause at the last window, though, nodding at the woman inside before moving over to it. ]

[Pharah stops at the airlock controls, ensures the inner doors are secured, and opens the outer set. Once Texas is safely within, she'll close the doors behind her and start the depressurization. She clicks the intercom.]

Was this the ship's doing or did you mean to take a spacewalk?

It was an accident.

[ She's not going to attribute this as being 'the ship's doing' since she prefers not to think of the ship as sentient in any capacity. Though she also knows it's possible this is simple denial, at this point. ]

Seem to be a lot of those going on. At the very least, I'm glad it happened to someone who's kit could handle it.

[She nods her head at Tex's armor, impressed with the face that it's space-cabaple first and foremost.] Do you work in space?

[ Once the inner door to the airlock is open she walks through. ]

I do.

[ Any further conversation will have to take place as Tex is walking back toward the living quarters section of the ship. ]

{Pharah takes a moment to ensure the airlock system is shut down and secured, before joining Tex on her journey back to the living quarters.]

What kind of work, if you don't mind my asking? Space was a limited venture in my world.

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[ Right.

When he woke up this morning, Adrien had definitely thought to himself 'I need to be on the look out for eight year olds with guns'. It had been his second thought, right after coffee.

No, no it really hadn't been and in fact, his immediate thoughts on the moment were what the fuck, a phrase that had been going through his head quite a few times today. Holding his hands lightly to the side, in a non-threatening gesture, he eyed the gun and then looked at the child holding it.

Alpha. Why should that ring a bell? ]

I don't have an answer about the Direct right at the moment. But I'm curious about what you're doing with that gun?

[ It doesn't escape her notice that she's in a body that is of lower stature than his. This only aggravates her when she hears his tone and realizes he's treating her like some half-cocked kid. She's not a child and being in some child-like form isn't helpful for her situation. ]

I'm trying to get some answers.

[ She steadies the gun in her hands. Whatever she's been programmed with knows how to observe trigger discipline, so at least she isn't fingering the trigger as she points the gun in his direction. He doesn't seem to be someone who can help her in the immediate future, but perhaps he can lead her to someone who can. ]

Only the Director could have gotten me out of the system.

[ Call him a cranky adult but having a child pointing a gun at him, apparently needing two hands just to hold the grip, was not doing much for his mood.

Someone else, just about anyone else, would have probably continued to try to talk to the child. Ease into her confidence and diffuse the situation with words. Adrien was shit at words and she had a loaded gun.

If Tex was watching closely, she might notice his thumb move to flick against that blue enamel ring he always wore. A breath after that motion, he moved quickly, taking whatever action was necessary to attempt to grab the gun away from her. ]

Give me that, before you hurt someone.

[ If she pulled the trigger, the bullet would bounce harmlessly away from him. ]

[ What she knows about fighting, and about dodging, are all the moves that Alpha knew before she split off of him. She's not the fully honed assassin that she would later become after the Director fiddled with her programming, but she's quick. And she's a lot smaller than this man. When he grabs for her gun she rotates it to avoid him being able to grip it tightly and dodges under his arm, performing a somersault. Once she knows she's put some distance between them she turns to face him. His immediately making a bid to disarm her like that puts him under suspicion as far as she's concerned. ]

I'm only going to hurt anyone who deserves it.

[ But she's not pointing the gun at him now—now she's in a defensive posture, prepared to tussle with him in a physical confrontation. ]

Tell me where I am and who you are.

[ He said he couldn't give her any information on the whereabouts of the Director—does this mean something's happened to him? ]

[ She was quick, he'd give her that but Adrien wasn't exactly fighting alone.

As Tex had been moving to avoid him, re-positioning herself, a sleek form had slipped around to flank her. Courser wasn't cruel but he was quick and his jaws were shark like when they reached to grab that arm with the gun. ]

[ Her interrogation of the man was interrupted by the creature that accompanied him. She didn't cry out, simply made a frustrated sound and stood absolutely still. Yanking her arm away would lead to the animal clamping its jaws down, and pressing her arm into its mouth to force the jaws to open would likely not end well either. ]

[ Honestly, a part of Adrien could sympathize with the child. He wouldn't want to be in this situation and disarmed either. Oh the irony for later.

But for moment, all he could see was an eight year old with a gun and all he could hear was the orders laid down by the Captains about them shooting one another. Accident or not. ]

Sorry. [ He offered as he stepped forward to retrieve the gun, immediately ensuring the safety before moving to unload it. Simultaneously, Courser released the child and moved back. ]

There is no Director here. Only Captain Ira and First Mate Egan. You're on a ship called the Moira.

[ She rubbed her arm. Pain, that was new. But her focus came back to him quickly and she frowned. ]

How did I get here? I should be on the Mother of Invention.

[ That was not even to mention her being placed in a body, somehow, and a childlike body at that. ]

[ As soon as he had the gun unloaded, he deftly stripped into it until he could get hold of the firing pin. Once he had that disabled, he held the gun out towards her. ]

You can have the firing pin and ammunition back when you're not inclined to go around holding other crew members at gunpoint. They're very strict on the subject of us harming one another and you're risking getting locked up or kicked off on the next planet if that trigger goes off.

[ She might be a fully formed AI with 'adult' qualities, just placed in a child's body but Adrien wasn't taking any chances. ]

You got here the same way the rest of the crew got here. We were taken through a device called the Ingress. There was no deliberate rhyme or reason to why we were taken so don't ask, I have no answer for that.

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By now, it's become clear that something about the Luminous Sea is somehow altering the ages of crewmembers. How, Cortana doesn't know, but she's seen enough of the goings on around the ship to know that they are. It's stopped being a shock and has mostly settled down into being disruptive and occasionally annoying, given the particularly large number of children that have been running around.

She doesn't think twice about it when she scans the halls and spots what looks to be an older Agent Texas. At least, not at first. Not until she catches what it is that Texas is muttering to herself does Cortana's attention flit back with a jolt. Melancholia, anger, jealousy... The words all grouped together like that are eerily familiar. Those... Those are side effects of rampancy. Those are feelings she knows well and has had strike her in quick succession. It's probably just coincidence that they're being listed off together, but the AI is curious enough to look into it.

"Agent Texas, correct?" She asks, blue hologram flickering to life just a bit down the hall from where Texas is currently. A calm demeanour is what she aims for, but she can't disguise the edge of concern, nor the flicker of nervousness that settle in to her tone and expression. Brow furrowing, Cortana gives the soldier a long look before she goes on without waiting for an answer. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you seem... unwell. Can I get you some assistance?"

Tex turns and faces the hologram, clutching the doll to herself.

"Texas," she affirms quietly, tilting her head a little. "What kind of assistance do you think I need?"

It's a sincere question. She can't figure out what to do about the racing thoughts, the hopelessness, the sheer discomfort that she has from being so unable to control her attitude or her behavior. Not that she's always the most reserved person, by any means, but when she decides to do something, she typically gives it her all to carry through with her decision. But right now? Nothing really seems to matter. Which is what bothers her most of all.

"I'm...not sure." Cortana admits, faltering slightly. Medical assistance? Possibly. It depends on what it is that's causing this behaviour. She may not know Texas personally, but she's seen enough over the network to know that this isn't like her. Perhaps one of the counsellors. Someone who can help with the mind.

"Those words you were repeating... Can I ask why you're so focused on them?" Is she aware of anything about rampancy? Aware that those are some of the side-effects? Or is this all just some bizarre coincidence? The AI is almost painfully curious, just as she's concerned for Texas' well-being. "Why are they so important to you right now?"

"They're..." She's not very open with her status as an AI here on the ship, but who better to open up to than an AI? "They're stages of aging for an AI. I'm in this body here, but it's not mine." She spreads a hand out and looks at it for a moment. "I wonder what will happen if I go rampant. Will I end up killing this body?"

For once, being correct in a guess doesn't feel good. It feels... uncomfortable, unsettling, and a myriad of other things that Cortana would rather not feel rush through her coding the instant she gets the confirmation that Texas is talking about rampancy. It does lessen the surprise of learning that the soldier is actually an AI, however, as it explains her behaviour paired with clear ageing of her body.

"Funny, the things you learn about someone when you least expect to," she comments after a moment, an attempt at lightening the mood, though her voice is quiet and not all that light. Allowing her expression to slip from whatever remained of professional neutrality, concern takes over fully, dashed with hints of understanding and, possibly, fear. "I couldn't tell you what might happen to your body. However, I can tell you that rampancy doesn't happen all at once--it's unlikely that you'll be in this state long enough for you to reach death."

"I know that," Tex snaps. "They taught me all about it." It doesn't lessen the feeling she has that whatever's causing this is accelerating the process severely. She adjusts the way she's holding her doll, turning it on its side and tucking it under her arm. She runs her hand over her chin, contemplating. "Why aren't you in a body, anyway?"

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( august event log )

Agent Texas | Red vs Blue

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