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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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There were a lot of things Rashid was expecting to see on a manned spaceship. A man in his boxers wasn't one of them.

"I have no idea. They really need to talk to their laundry team." He showed the other man his own uniform that was too large for him.

"Pretty sure they got my stuff mixed up with someone else. Looks like they did the same to you." He pointed to the folded uniform over Scott's arm. "What size is that, anyway?"

"They don't have a laundry team. We do it ourselves."

Scott shakes his head, sighing. That was probably the root of the problem right there. Someone was messing with the clothes.

"It doesn't have a label, but it's about a size too small for me."

He holds it up in front of to give Rashid a good view of the difference.

Rashid takes a better look, making a face as he does so. He's only had to do laundry about maybe, five times in his life, and that was because the staff took a well-deserved vacation. He still can't find those socks...

"Hm. Not sure if it'll fit, but may as well try. No harm in that, I think." If they were required to wear this uniform, it should look presentable, right? Right. "So, I'm gonna change. Are you going to be okay standing out here like that?"

"I'll be fine, man, thanks for asking."

Scott would just wait, out here alone in his boxers. If anyone walked by he'd shrug it off, tell them it was a typical day here on the Moira.

"If it fits, I'll trade you."

He hands over the uniform, smiling at the stranger. This wasn't a big deal to him, and if they both left pleased with what was happening, then that was a win.

It strikes Rashid as a bit weird to be standing outside in one's underwear, but maybe that's a normal thing on the ship. They're so comfortable with one another that one can show off the cartoon animals on their shorts.

Hey, whatever floats their boat. Or spaceship.

He tosses off that giant uniform and tries on the other one. Now it's kind of tight, but miles better than it being too big. He can still move in it. So he comes out and offers the taller man his discarded one.

"Consider it a trade, er... um..." A pause. "I don't think we ever got around to introducing ourselves. I'm Rashid." He had to bite back the 'of the turbulent wind'.

Scott takes the bigger one, slipping into it. Sure, it's larger than he'd like, but he'd rather have some room to grow anyways. He keeps forgetting to put his thermal on, but he'll go back to his room later for it.

"No, we sure didn't. I'm Scott, nice to meet you, Rashid."

He sticks out one hand, the other doing a short wave.

"Don't think I've seen you around here before, you new?"

Rashid takes the hand and shakes amiably. "Yeah, guess you could say I'm new. Never been on a ship like this before. Not sure why they'd want a guy like me." Unless they wanted to help him find his friend. Actually, that would be pretty awesome.

"Are you new too, Scott?"

"I don't know, man. Maybe there's something special about you."

Scott had no idea, and he wasn't an expert on Ingress travel or the captains, so Rashid's guess was as good as any.

"I've been here a couple months now. So I'm new, but not brand new. Need the grand tour?"

A grand tour?! Yes please!

"That would be awesome. I wouldn't want to get lost if something random happened." Like reporting somewhere and he was on the other side of the ship.

And he didn't think he was all that special. Rashid's just some guy who liked tech stuff and wanted to make sure his friends were safe.

"We'll start with the main areas. The ship's pretty big, so it might take a while to get a feel for the whole thing."

Scott didn't want to overwhelm him either.

"Mess hall first, probably. If that's cool with you."

"Whatever works for you, Scott." Rashid can barely contain his excitement. If he can ever get a hold of his phone again, he is so messaging all of his friends about this.

And with the mess hall as their starting point, he can see what kind of awesome food they serve in space.

"Then follow me, man."

Scott's natural fallback is to go with humor. It's not mean to be insulting or make light of anything, but it's just easier for him than anything else. Besides, this isn't a super deluxe tour with all the facts. Just two new friends taking a walk.

"To your right, we have more bedrooms. And on your left, even more bedrooms."

"That's a lot of bedrooms. You guys must have a huge crew on board." He had seen a few people around, but Rashid was too busy marveling at the whole space thing that he didn't strike up many conversations.

"They look pretty cozy."

"I've been poking around the ship and I think it was meant for a bigger group than what we've got."

Scott's been thinking about it a lot, actually, what this ship's original purpose might haven been.

"Everyone could probably have their own room here, but I don't think there's enough stuff to spread out that far."

"Maybe whatever brought us here plans on bringing more. As long as we got enough room for everybody." And that meant more people to meet and hang out with. Rashid is okay with that.

Then Scott kept going and Rashid had images of people being dumped on random planets because the ship was too crowded. That he was not okay with.

"There's totally enough room, trust me. These floors gone on for miles."

Probably not literally, but long enough to get winded if someone tries to run it. Well, he'd get winded.

"We do stop a lot, and the captains trade for the stuff we need. It's really not as bad as I'm making it out to be."

"Phew, that's good to hear." It puts most of Rashid's fears to rest, including the whole leaving people on planets bit. Now his enthusiasm is back to where it was. At 150%

"So what do we do here, exactly? Like we all run the ship together or are we ambassadors or something?"

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