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( february intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!

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famed & framed
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."

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.

Yet, unlike most new crew arrivals, this one is in the middle of chaos.

Despite more recent events, the planet of Emiri is not as peaceful as it once was. Frederick Link is still missing, and the authorities of Emiri have yet to lift the interplanetary ban they have placed on all space crafts docked at the aerospace. The captains previous held a meeting asking crew for any and all information that might help them locate the Komai, a mysterious group determined to undermine Link'd Inc's work providing flourishing matches across the universe by causing random acts of violence and protest across the three main cities: Harashan, Avelle, and St. Murtel. These things have led to mass arrests as well as an unsettling atmosphere spreading across the planet, and since a previous broadcast, things are beginning to escalate.

A downward spiral of these events begins as soon as new arrivals start to leave the Ingress—an unmarked box arrives in the cargo bay addressed to the inhabitants of the Moira. As per his job, Niko Bellic is the one to discover this box and open it. For some, the contents may be particularly gruesome. Link’s body is inside, clothed in a simple white button-down and pants (no shoes), and it looks as if letters have begun to bleed through the material. Anyone with expert knowledge of torture may note that Link was, in fact, tortured for information, and those letters? The writing itself spells out the name St. Murtel.

The captains, having been alerted of this, make an attempt to contact those at Link’d Inc. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done.

☄ First: MISCOMMUNICATION

Somehow, whether intentional or not, the Komai have once again hacked public systems and networks to brand those of the Moira as the ones behind these terroristic acts. They still use their own name, but the images are different, focusing on familiar faces wearing the ship’s uniforms and traveling to the Aerospace to return to the Moira. Not only that, there are short recordings of Link’s final words that mention a very recognizable name: Captain Thán. The Komai have redirected the blame to the Moira and its crew for their own means, and in response, any and all crew who are captured by authorities will immediately be detained and shipped out to unknown locations. The Captains send a message via MID and request everyone return to the ship to prevent this from happening. Yet, not all messages will be delivered depending on how far away they are.

With everyone’s safety hanging in the balance, the Captains have decided to take things into their own hands and find a way to lift the block on the Moira so they can leave Emiri’s orbit and avoid further repercussions regardless of whether or not any one of the crew wants to stay.

☄ Second: DECOY & DISTRACT

After learning that Benjamin Link, son of recently deceased Frederick Link, knows how to unlock the ship so they can leave, the captains ask for volunteers to act as decoys on a mission to the Aerospace in Harashan. Their job is to distract guards and Emiri citizens, leaving the path clear for Benjamin to get to the computers. The captains reiterate that they are to use nonfatal methods as they don’t want a repeat of the events on Caducus Primary. Without his help, the ship won’t be able to leave, making this mission critical and extremely time sensitive.

☄ Third: RESCUE

During the mission, Benjamin informs the crew that the Komai aren’t incorrect in their claims that Link’d Inc uses unforgivable means to obtain information in order to make their matches perfect. The children the crew dreamed about are just two of many—the offspring of Emirian citizens who had gone missing. It has long been suspected that Link’d Inc was involved in their disappearances, but only recently has the Komai done anything to shed light on these gruesome rumors. Benjamin, after successfully unlocking the ship, disables the security systems in St. Murtel, which will allow the children a chance to escape. They’ll need assistance in getting out of St. Murtel and to a pre-designated area in Avelle where a group of Komai and Emirians will be waiting for them.

But be careful. If anyone is recognized as part of the crew, they will be placed under arrest for treason and possibly never heard from again.

☄ Fourth: BREAKING OUT

Now that the computer systems in Harashan’s Aerospace have been used to release the Moira, the entire crew are being called back via MID for an expedient exit from Emiri. Crew will be asked to assist other Moirans in getting back to the ship as quickly as possible via transporters or other small crafts as leaving is their only option at this point. In the escape, Emiri launches an attack on the Moira in an attempt to stop them. The ship’s previously unused defense systems activate, and those assigned to those positions are required to man their posts. Perhaps even those who don’t have the clearance are needed. Either way, it’s time to leave.

☄ Fifth: REFUGEES

Now that the ship has finally escaped Emiri’s orbit, the crew will notice a group of stragglers in the main hall. During the crew’s quick exit, about fifty Emirians have taken refuge aboard the Moira, and the captains have agreed to take them to the closest planet so they may start again or live a life free of Link’d Inc “rule”. The captains ask the crew to help get them clothes and food for their short stay, no longer than a day at most, and to occupy them as best they can. Tell jokes, sing songs, bring up the kittens so that everyone can attempt to wind down after this series of unfortunate events. Light entertainment won’t be provided, but on request, some crew members may do just that.

( ooc; This plot is spread out over the first half of the month of February, and follows the order of the prompts listed above. Feel free to take as much time as you need to with your characters and use the info above for posts/logs at your discretion. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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arrival;

[ Edward does not take to new places easily, not when he had just been on a battlefield moments before. and he's been warped to wherever this place is. his head spins and his stomach roils. it doesn't look like Truth, doesn't look like some alchemy gone wrong that's brought him here, but his focus is shattered by the cerulean light, the medics, the bone-deep worry that something has happened to his brother.

even when the medical staff give him an examination, prodding at his automail arm and leg, he struggles and puts up a fight until he's released. ] Where the hell is my brother? [ there's plenty of commotion on the ship as it is and he staggers into his jumpsuit and out into the ship proper. he's barefoot, though, and every step he takes has a metallic sound, his automail foot clanging on the ground. ] Al? Al! What did you all do to him? [ he's screaming, prying open any door he can, ready for a fight. mess with Alphonse, you mess with Edward, after all. ]

mess hall;

[ Ed isn't exactly used to this place -- the technology is foreign, the people are new, and there seems to be a number of sinister things happening. he's new still, so he doesn't understand much beyond the fact that a body was found, that there are possibly people going missing? it's a lot to take in and he's taken a break from information loading to actually sit down and eat. nevermind that the food here is pretty different from the stuff back home, he's absently scribbling things down in a journal he arrived with, looking like a student hard at work. the more he can learn about this place, about space and the planets they've visited, the closer he can get to finding a way home, right? he hopes so. he's so engrossed in what he's writing, he doesn't that his food's gone cold, or that he's probably even leaning his arm in his food. priorities! ]

wildcard;

[ maybe you find Ed helping some of the refugees, even though he's pretty new himself, or you catch him practicing some alchemy in his room or in the med bay, maybe you catch him peering out one of the windows into space. either way, he's about the ship, find him and bother him, call him short or ask about alchemy. the options are endless! ]

[Peter slides to a stop near the only other person in the room, hands folded behind his back and head tilted to watch the stars. The other man looks young enough, short enough at least, that he thinks found someone closer to his age than his mother's.]

It's a lot more than what's in the sky planet-side, eh shortstop?

[ he hears Peter before he sees him and startles when the other guy slides to a stop. bad enough that the technology and surroundings here are foreign, but the people are pretty weird, too. and for a moment, he's about to respond calmly, because of course, space is something he can't wrap his head around, but then --

shortstop.. a tic starts under his eye, and Ed slowly turns away from the thick glass. his fists clench at his sides. ]

W-what... did you call... me...?

[Peter glances over to Ed, devilish grin spreading across his face.]

Shortstop? You know, because you're shorter than me and I don't know your name. Why?

[ all other words and questions are forgotten the moment he hears shortstop. he feels his blood boil, and before he can bite back the anger? he yells in a bundle of flailing arms and braid. ]

W-who... are you... -- WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MICROSIZED HALF PINT SHORTSTOPWHO DIDN'T GROW UP BECAUSE HE DOESN'T DRINK MILK!?!

don't ever be.

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Hey kid, make some room for an old man?

[Scott's got a plate of food in one hand, cup in the other. The kid is close to his daughter's age, and he's alone, so that tells Scott that he needs to step in and dad him for a while. Make sure he's eating, which it doesn't look like he is. Scott waits a beat and then sits down opposite him.]

Hi, I'm Scott and you should put that journal away and eat your veggies. Wanna grow up to be big and strong, then you've got to eat them.

[He raises a brow, he's totally serious.]

If you chew them real quick and take a drink of water, you won't even taste them.

[ Ed doesn't even consider the guy at first, just shifting his things around when he approaches, eyes glued to his journal. it's easy for the elder Elric to get sucked into a book, to close out the world around him. but not completely -- in fact, he looks up slowly, brows creasing, a frown on his lips. ]

H-Hey! What're you trying to say?

[ what is it with these space people? nearly every one he's met has commented on his height, and he's nearly done with it. ] Sounds like you need to eat your vegetables so your old bones don't get brittle and break! [ he snaps his journal closed. ] What's your problem, anyway?

That all kids need to eat their veggies.

[It's not a remark on his height or anything like that, just that Scott knows kids need to eat right. He wasn't this kid's dad, but that didn't mean he couldn't make sure he was eating right.]

I like you kid, you've got spunk. I sure do. I'm in my thirties, which is close to a hundred. If I don't eat right, I might bump a hip and it'll snap in half.

[Scott sits down across from him, shrugging.]

I'm Scott, and I didn't mean anything by it.

I'm not a kid!

[ he huffs indignantly, even though he is very much still a kid, he doesn't always feel like one. he clenches his fists on the table top but relaxes after a few seconds with a withering sigh. why is his life so complicated sometimes? ]

But you're right, that's practically ancient for some people, and most thirty year olds I know are assholes. [ point in case: Colonel Mustang. a shrug, then a grin. ] But I guess not all of them are. I'm Ed, I'm new here.

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Are you going to eat that?

[Because if he isn't, Ginko definitely will, whether his roommate's elbow has been in it or not. He's still not quite used to food always just being... available.

He's still not quite willing to try sitting with most of the crew - he doesn't know them, he doesn't know if they'd be alright with him sitting near them - but he hopes that Ed, at least, is a safe bet. He starts on his own food, watching curiously as Ed writes.]

((OOC: Put this together with the assumption that they've met in their room already - let me know if that works and if not I can edit!))

[ Ed's happy to see a familiar face, even if it is one he's just met on this strange, chaotic space ship. this place is so different from his home that he's just trying to keep his mind busy, keep himself focused. he looks up, a little distracted, and blinks at Ginko. ]

Oh. Yeah, I'm not hungry. [ but he lets out a labored sigh when he realizes he's sat his elbow in some kind of sauce. he pushes the tray over to him before he starts to clean his sleeve. ]

I keep waiting to think this is some dream. It'd be a pretty weird one, huh?

[Ginko is already halfway through his own food, given that he's shoving it into his face with little regard for what a mess he may be making.]

Yeah. Not even sure where it would come from.

[ Ed should be hungry, and he probably will be once he gets out of his own head, but Ginko seems to be enjoying it at least. ]

I don't know, dreams can be pretty weird. I've had weirder. [ nightmares, to be more precise, but he'll leave it at weird dreams for now. ] Whoa, slow down, you're going to choke yourself the way you're eating! And make a mess. I guess I should have been more careful.

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sorry for late reply, i was out of town, drop this if you need to!

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it's fine!

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[A buddy system. They actually implemented a buddy system. It's not that Tyler can't see the rationale, of course, but still... It feel so elementary school.

But he had been volunteered into participating, so of course he was going to get it done. Might as well help a new arrival have the easiest time adjusting as possible. So, when he sees Ed in the mess hall, he takes a moment to check the description he's been given. Short kid, blond hair tied back in a ponytail... Looks like he found him. He approaches Ed, sitting next to him.]

Hi, you're Edward Elric, right?

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[ this place is teeming with people, and Ed nearly doesn't notice someone sit next to him at first, with how intently he writes in his journal. he wants to get every detail down, after all. he'll need the reminder later when they're looking for a way out of this place.

he looks up finally, however, blinking in surprise. ] Yeah, that's me -- is something wrong? [ he watches the guy with a subdued wariness. this place is still too new, after all. ] I don't think I've met you before, but I think I could say that about most people here.

[He shakes his hand at his question.] No, no, nothing's wrong. I'm Tyler, Tyler Preman. I've been assigned to show you around the ship, answer your questions, and help you get settled.

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fff I'm sorry, I could've sworn I had replied.

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oh please you're fine, i'm slow always

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[The trouble with running blind through a ship you aren't familiar with is that certain roadblocks might surprise you. Sometimes those roadblocks had names. Sometimes they were named Sans.

Sleeping in the middle of the next hall Ed turned around was, well, a skeleton sporting a Moira jumpsuit. A tripping hazard, really, and one that looked more dead than alive.]

[ hallways of tricky and unknown places can be dangerous for hot-tempered, emotionally distressed Elrics. in fact, this Elric brother in particular doesn't note the skeletal roadblock he's about to encounter, and instead of stopping or cleverly dodging? well, he trips and falls right over the sleeping figure, hitting the floor panels hard. ]

W-what the hell? [ he pushes himself up off the floor and looks behind him. sorry if he just stares, maybe pales, maybe looks very, very distraught. ]

[The pile of bones in question stirred, blinking its sockets once. Twice. Then a third time at the new, very blonde, very tiny person sprawled out on the ground next to him.

He sure didn't look like he was trying to relax.]

Can I help you, kid?

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sorry for late reply, i was out of town, drop this if you need to!

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[So many unfamiliar faces, so few places to sit.

Wanda clears her throat and holds out a napkin. She was going to ask if the seat across from Ed was taken but...]

Your sleeve. It's in your food.

[ he looks up, a bit lost in thought, and eyes the napkin. it takes a moment to process before he takes it and immediately looks at his sleeve. ]

Oh, thanks. [ but he looks angrily at his sleeve, like it's something the clothing did, before he begins to wipe it off. ] I've probably been sitting like this the whole time. [ he frowns. ]

[Wanda sets her tray down and brushes her hair back over her shoulder - she's given away her napkin and it would be quite unfortunate if her hair decided to make friends with the soup now.]

Maybe not the entire time. [She's willing to help him save face.] What were you doing?

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[Al endured his own examination with detached amazement, especially after he was informed by the ones doing it that they were already aware of his specific 'circumstances' and that he had no reason to hide it.

He's just so floored that he's in space. Actual space.

The far reaching implications haven't even begun to sink in yet, the worry over his friends and the fight with Father is abstract, but something does pull him out of his reverie pretty damn fast.]

Brother?

[He would know that angry voice anywhere, and he's immediately running towards it with his own massively loud metallic footsteps.]

BROTHER!

[ Ed will give time to wonder later, because the idea of this place is amazing, all of the information he was given fascinating, but he cannot even begin to ponder those things until he knows his brother is safe, until he knows Al hasn't been tampered with. what will they do if they find he has no real body? how did they get them here to begin with?

he stumbles over his own feet the moment he hears Al's voice, hears the clomping of metal armour. ] A-Al? Alphonse?

[ which just means that, when he turns the corner and sees his brother, all the tension in his body melts away. never mind the fact that he's going to throw himself at the hulking armour and hug it. ] Jeez, Al, you had me worried! [ it's still a little angry, a little tense, but there's great relief in his voice, too. ]

[The relief of seeing Ed, and that his brother doesn't look hurt, is incredible. He still has no real idea of what's going on, or how this happened when they should be fighting Father, but--

But he feels all of a sudden as if it's a lot more manageable. Whatever is going on here, he can solve it with Ed by his side.]

It's good to see you too, Brother.

[He chuckles, picking Ed right up off the ground in a crushing return embrace.]

You just got here too, right?

edward elric | ota!

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