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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.

☄ on your own
There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

☄ round 'em up
The day begins normally. You check out the mess hall and report to your assigned job, and so far, nothing seems incredibly out of place. However, as the hours pass, you begin to notice something strange scurrying along wall edges and into open vents. For the most part, these rodents are harmless—in this stage. While they may get into the food supply in the Cargo Bay or terrorize those in the kitchen, they are not violent and appear to be skittish. However, once they've "matured" - the color of their tail will have changed from a light gray to a very dark purple, prompting them to enter a temporary stasis inside a cocoon - they aren't so cute anymore. These paklers are vicious, will bite if they're caught, and defend themselves with claws as well as the protrusions on their bodies. There is nothing to be done about them except capture them and eject them into space as they are considered a pest and very harmful to the crew and the ship. Once they run out of food, they will turn on each other as well as anything resembling a living creature. The captains provide the proper equipment, electric nets as well as tranquilizers, to assist with the capture of the paklers and their immediate removal from the Moira.

☄ what's yours is mine
Something seems a bit off about the laundry delivery service these days, doesn't it? Has the Moira always had one of those? Whether you realize it immediately or not, something is very wrong about the clothes that have suddenly appeared in your wardrobe. They are either much too big or far too small, and as far as you can tell, there seems to be no happy medium in all of this. Will you Dress To Impress in your new uniforms? Will you swap with someone who might be a similar size regardless of the fact their uniform colors are not the same as your own? Or will you simply walk naked through the halls of the ship, carefree and bare to the rest of your crewmates?

☄ n'sync
While exploring the ship, first down one hall and then another, you come across a strange door you've never seen before. When you pull it open, you'll find someone, a crew member, standing on the other side, hand outstretched as if they've just opened that door from the opposite side. Every move you make, they mirror, and if they shift to the left or right, you also shift left or right. Absolutely everything the both of you do is the same except for the words that come out of your mouth; somehow, you still manage to maintain the ability to talk without mimicking your partner. You're unable to completely control your movements again until someone says "in sync". Good luck figuring out the magic words, and if you decide to question the captains (or anyone else) about it, they won't have any idea what it is you're talking about.

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[ Not drunk then, there's no smell of alcohol about the man's person anyway. He would have noticed it immediately at this close a range.

The erratic behavior seems perfectly Milesian and he appears to be more focused. Perhaps a small slip from overworking? He'd gotten the impression from Miles' brief time in Duv's chain of command that the man didn't stop unless he had to.

He'll have to keep an eye on him. ]

How many titles have you accumulated in your... How long have you been aboard?

[ duv no he doesn't need supervision he's fine he's good he's fine

now conscious of just how exhausted he must look, miles is trying very hard to remain alert, as alert as possible, with an air very much like that of a man trying to convince his sober friends he isn't drunk after several rounds -- and in terms of sleep deprivation, miles is frigging hammered. he's focusing very hard on duv so as to ground his wavering consciousness, eyes boring unblinkingly at a point below duv's eyes until his vision starts tunneling. oh, he needs to get out of here. he needs to get out of here and find some caffeine or either he's going to pass out or lose his filter entirely. ]

A little over six months, now. I was in with the first wave -- the first since the captains, anyway. They got here the same way we did, y'know. There was a bit of a lull before we all started arriving, though, as far as I understand. You're not a hallucination, are you?

[ alright, well, he's still conscious, at least ]

[ Or maybe he needs to watch him now. Particularly if his gaze is going to be that unwavering and he feels the need to ask about hallucinations. Theories are running through his head and he wishes he had more fact to base them in than Miles' current state. Are they attempting to drug complacency? Or overworking their stolen crew to the point of exhaustion?

Neither bodes well for him or the young man in front of him. If Miles starts to fall, Galeni is poised to catch him. ]

No, I'm not.

[ He leans in closer, voice dropping low. Those in charge likely have everything bugged far better than he can imagine especially in the common rooms, but he doubts Miles is in any condition to walk and find somewhere more private. ] What are they doing to you here?

[ that's just what a hallucination would say, miles thinks feverishly, and the words almost escape him out loud, but then duv leans in and asks him that very serious question and miles, before he can stop himself, bursts into hysterical giggles. ]

Doing to us? You mean besides the constant scrambling for supplies, various planetary PR disasters, and the total lack of any real chain of command? Shit, Galeni, they'd have to have their shit halfway together to be doing anything to us.

[ the idea that the captains are doing anything to them when miles knows they're nearly as helpless as the rest of them is apparently hilarious to him, whatever humor he finds in it carried to a shrill and teetering edge by sheer exhaustion. miles doubles over, laughing so hard he actually think he might be sick and -- oh, the room has taken up olympic medal swimming, apparently -- about halfway through the hysterical laughter starts to sound a little more like hyperventilation and ohhhh shit maybe he really should just totter back to elizabeth's little nap spot and pass out some more ]

[ That's... One way to react. The hysteria being the part that catches him more off-guard. Drugging people to compliance is starting to sound like an even more likely story and he remembers all-too-well Miles' sharing with him the adverse effects fast penta had.

Duv is giving Miles his space again once the man is doubled over, worried that he just might throw up all over them. He's still at the ready should the hyperventilating cause Miles to totter over.

Sadly, this isn't the worst day Duv can recall having. ]

Breathe, Miles. [ Please. The last thing he needs is the Butcher's son dead on the floor from hysterical laughter with only him as witness. ]

[ i am breathing, miles thinks hysterically, isn't that sort of the problem? but the words, mercifully, do not make it out of his mouth; all duv gets is an answering wheeze at first until miles manages to control his stomach and his breathing with progressively deeper gulps of air. not quite...normal, no, even for miles, but he gets his labored breathing more or less under control, enough to straighten up and give duv a totally unconvincingly reassuring grin. it probably has to do with all those teeth. ]

I'm fine, Duv. [ miles waves him off with a slightly shaking hand. ] Just -- a little tired, is all.

[ he makes another attempt at that grin just as the room sees fit to sway around him some more, and miles teeters over backwards. ]

[ That's more the breathing Duv wants to hear. More under control and less hyperventilating. And he hasn't needed to stop Miles from--

The thought is too soon as the smaller man starts teetering and Duv's reflexes kick in. He's moving to catch Miles before he can hit the ground, all-too-aware of the state of Miles' bones (at least in his upper body).

Dryly, ] Tired is an understatement, lieutenant. When was the last time you slept?

Is that a trick question, sir?

[ his voice is half-giggle and totally irreverent, his eyes glazed over, but he blinks it away and pulls back to shake duv off, momentary dizzy spell apparently cured. for now, anyway. he neatly evades the question. ]

Nothing a little caffeine couldn't cure. In fact, I was just on my way to the mess.

[ he probably should be going to the medbay and getting sedated instead, but he's had enough of being sedated this week. that tranquilizer dart elizabeth hit him with left him feeling a little off. ]

[ Miles might be out of his hands, but Duv is hovering again. Dammit, why does he have to be pulling stupid stunts here, too? The man was more than capable of taking care of himself and yet...

Duv sighs. ]

No, it's not. [ He carefully reshelves his book, ready to follow Miles out. Miles is in no state to walk anywhere by himself. ] I needed to stop for a break myself.

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i'm so sorry this is the miles you're getting right now

why are you such a hot mess Miles

when isn't he a hot mess

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