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ABOARD THE MOIRA
Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ buddiesDue to several incidents recent to the ship, the captains have instructed all current crew members to "help" the new arrivals from the Ingress to the Medbay and anywhere else they may need to go—until they find their space legs. The senior member will be responsible for making sure all appropriate questions are answered and assist them in getting their uniforms. Yet, it seems there's a sudden shortage of anything wearable and everything else will be found in any of the laundry rooms throughout the decks. Nothing says getting to know your buddy like taking turns washing the clothes you're going to be stuck in for the length of your journey aboard the Moira. ☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you.
Traveling the depths of space does come with its dangers, and one of those happens to be repairing parts of the ship damaged by debris or making routine checks on essential units to ensure they are functioning as correctly as all reports are reading. One of the most important aspects of the Moira happens to be its wings, which are located near the tower. They are the core of the ship's energy, and without them, most of its life support and navigation systems would cease to work. However, maintenance on these delicate structures is no easy task...
☄ spacewalkDue to a shortage of crew available in the crow's nest, others have been asked to put on a suit and carefully check the status of the wings as well as repair (or replace) any of the panels that encompass their makeup, if need be. Think of this as an exercise in enforcing that buddy-system the captains have put into place. Do you trust the person out there with you to keep you anchored to the ship? Or will you float away into the abyss of space? ☄ flareWithout proper warning, the light of a close star has suddenly increased output significantly in the form of a solar flare, causing the wings to respond accordingly. They brighten, growing considerably hotter, enough to warrant a warning from your MID, and to contain such a sharp intake of energy, they expand automatically—a safety mechanism built into the ship. Those in the Tower tell those outside to return immediately, but the command might come too late, the response in the wings having blinded and knocked you from your holding on the side of the ship. The suits are only connected to Navigation and Medbay via your thermals and MIDs, so hopefully someone is watching. Or did you listen to the captains and have that buddy out there with you?
( Any of these scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
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thisavrou_ooc2016-01-09 09:11 pm
rick sanchez || rick and morty || CW: for serious language hes a fowl grandpa
[One moment, Rick had been cuffed to a wall, prepared for a lifetime in prison for the crimes he had committed. But.. well, it was short lived. Because as quick as he had been placed there, he had been shoved through a portal aboard a ship and he hardly had a chance to be confused or wonder what had happened before he was ushered to the MedBay to get his body checked on and all that newbie jazz.
By the time they were done with him and ready to let the new crew member get a feel for what the Moira was all about, Rick was beyond annoyed, and frankly any fucks he had about suddenly being put on a random ass ship like this had been lost. Though, it wasn't like he was in a hurry to leave or anything... this actually might be a blessing in disguise, as frustrating suddenly being forced to work for someone else was. Maybe if he sees this as community service, it won't be so bad. I mean, he was supposed to be stuck to a wall for the rest of his life so at least this was a bit less boring.
Anyway, first things first: getting to know your surroundings.
Rick's not really looking for anything in particular, just trying to see if he recognized the ship, the people on it, or the galaxy they were traveling through. For the record, he's wearing a prison uniform because frankly, he doesn't give a fuck if anyone sees him in it. He's convinced he won't last long on the ship anyway, so who even cares.
The first area he decides to check out is the gardens. He's not much of a plant guy but for a spaceship traveling through the galaxy for who even knows how long, it was pretty impressive how healthy their plants were. The air in here must be pretty damn pure for the place to be so green and healthy... or the plants were genetically mutated at some point to live in even the shittiest of places like this. Either way, Rick was intrigued and so, he'll spend some time in here looking at the different kinds of flowers and trees and.... why are there cats in here. That's. Okay. He'll just... pet one. Not because he likes cats or anything but because it's weird and he's curious, okay.
Once he's satisfied with
getting to know some catschecking the gardens out, the next stop is the Bar, because where there's alcohol, there's Rick Sanchez. He actually didn't really think to seek out any drinks at first, but when he entered the Mess hall the first thing he noticed was the nicely stocked bar in back and the rest is history. So he can be found for a good chunk of the day here, either sitting at the bar drinking something that looks weird or behind it mixing drinks. He might even offer a drink to anyone who walks by while he's mixing because why the hell not, let's all get drunk on this space adventure.Finally, he stumbles upon the Observation Deck where he doesn't do anything too interesting. He's got a cup in hand of some kind of alcoholic beverage and he's just staring off into the stars vacantly, while he contemplates how long it'll take for the Galactic Federation to board and drag him off to prison again.]
ii. buddies (you poor soul)
[Whoever was assigned Rick Sanchez' buddy, you'll notice that he's sneaked off before you could even get acquainted with him. Lucky you. But he's not hard to find seeing as he's not even trying to get away from you, he'd just rather figure things out by himself than with someone holding his hand. But after he's done on the observation deck, he'll be looking for answers and finally willing to chat. Either by you finding him or someone ushering him towards you, you'll be greeted with a grumpy old man in a prison jumpsuit, arms crossed over his chest with a look that says "I really don't want to be here right now but I have to anyway" just written on his face.]
A-alright, d-bag. We're not here to make friends, we're here because the i-idiots running the place are scrambling to cover their asses because they're low on supplies a-and they don't want to deal with the new guys whining and crying about when they get to go home and why they have to share clothes when everyone else doesn't have to and all that crap, right? A-am I right? Did I leave anything out?
[It's rhetorical, and he continues before they can answer.]
Before you ask, I'm a freakin' ge--[urrrrrp]--enius, and everyone's runnin' around like chickens with their heads cut off around here while there's a constant stream of shit just flying through the fan.
Anyway, let's speed this up a little and cut to the chase. I'm Rick Sanchez, I'm not lookin' to make any attachments here - and I-I don't care about whatever welcome committee I missed out on earlier. I just want to know two things: What the fuck is even the point of all of this, and can the Intergalactic Government track this ship down?
iii. wildcard
[pick your poison! if nothing here suits your fancy, feel free to make a scenario up and i'll follow!]
i. the observation deck
If he bothers taking a look at Sieglinde, he'll see an old-timey knight, complete with a sword and a shield on her back. Her armor is big and round and sort of makes her look like a bipedal onion - which is a comment she's received more than once since arriving in this place.
For the most part she doesn't seem to pay Rick any mind. Rather, she's far too enamored with the view out the enormous window, giving her a good look at the stars and planets as the ship travels throu th space at speeds she can barely comprehend. She let's out a gasp, her voice is surprisingly soft for someone who is so clearly a warrior. ]
So we truly are sailing among the stars.... Astounding.
[ This is a big moment for her. Go ahead and ruin it, Rick.]
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He takes a sip from his drink and stares at this medieval looking onion silently for a moment, before letting out a short snort.]
Yeah, bet you've never seen space before from your little b--[UUUURP]--b-basket in the kitchen, huh? [He looks kind of amused at his sub-par joke, and he takes another swig of his drink.]
Sorry, that joke was - it wasn't really good. S-seriously lacking in the layer department. [Rick, don't..]
....but not like that's a problem for you I mean you've got - h-heh... y-you've got plenty of those to spare, am I right? [The look on his face is just the shittiest grin at his stupid onion jokes.]
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...no, you and the other drunkards get a much better view from the gutter, I'd imagine.
[ She normally isn't a very sarcastic person, but it's been a very stressful day for a number of reasons. Not that Rick doesn't deserve a little sass in return, of course, but ordinarily she's not the one to give it.]
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[He's still got that grin on his face though, which tells her that her sass doesn't really bother him. It's not like it wasn't unwarranted, anyway. He knows he's a dick.]
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...I do not know what that is.
[ She sort of grasps the idea of a spaceship, at least? It's been explained that they're on one, so she has sort of an idea as to what that is (although the sheer scale of everything in that's happening is a bit beyond her grasp).
She definitely doesn't know what a garage is, though. Nor does she understand that a spaceship might be small enough to fit in one.]
That's besides the point, though. Who are you, that you think to may speak to me in such a way?
[ Because she absolutely did not miss thethe fact that he just called her a bitch. She's usually pretty chill, but that's just rude, Rick.]
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Either way, he takes a drink from the cup in his hand before replying, that smarmy ass grin in his face dropping to a more bored looking expression.]
I dunno, who the fuck are you, t-talking like you're shit-- l-like you're someone I should actually give a shit about?
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(She does not, for the record, understand lasers or pistols or the fact that Rick almost certainly has one. She might understand why she comes off as less intimidating if that bit were explained to her.)]
I am Sieglinde of Catarina!
[Not that she's actually used to that name or title garnering her any additional respect, mind you. She's pretty young for a warrior and Catarina mostly keeps to itself as a nation. Still, telling him that much couldn't hurt, could it?]
And, again I ask, who are you?
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Gonna need more context than a fancy "of" shoved right in the middle of your name. A-anyone can sound important with one of those. I could tell you I was George of Who-Gives-A-Shitsville, and you'd think I was some... s-some big hotshot there.
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...Sieglinde is my full name. And it is customary to name your country of origin when in a foreign land - at least, that is how it has always been in the places I have traveled.
[Granted she's in an entirely different world now so her country of origin is sort of a moot point, but again, Sieglinde hasn't really grasped the scale of the issues being dealt with on the Moira.]
Are you always this abrasive and rude, Gesundheit, or just when you're liquored up?
[She sounds annoyed, but really that's not as important as the more obvious thing: She thinks that this guy's name is Gesundheit.]