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leavin’ on a jet plane
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."

ABOARD THE MOIRA

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. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

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. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew.

☄ 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. )

The day begins normally. Or almost.

The Moira has accidentally fallen along the trajectory of an asteroid barreling its way through space. While most things like this are not uncommon, and the ship is far from any potential danger of collision or risk of debris damaging the exterior, there is something particularly odd about this specific occurrence. The rock itself appears to give off a strange light that is both eerie and alive. Often, if looked at in just the right manner, it will shift colors; so, while one person sees one side of the spectrum, someone else could see something entirely different. At first, things continue on as they usually do aside from the glowing asteroid alongside the Moira, but as the hours go on, that does not seem to be the case.

☄ the hours are breathing
resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie
With a rather open view of stars and space, thanks to the skylight above, the pool in the rec area suddenly comes alive beneath the light of the asteroid filtering in. Perhaps it’s some natural response to the chemical composition of the water, or perhaps it’s magic. Yet, regardless of the explanation, those who happen to take a dip suddenly find themselves plagued by despair. The depression and melancholy are not subtle changes either; it slams into you with great force, like a punch to the gut. The longer you remain in the pool, the deeper it grows, like an all-consuming paranoia that settles into the back of your mind and causes your heart to grow heavy. These strong feelings will eventually fade if you choose to leave the pool and dry off, but as long as you remain damp from the pool, those emotions will continue to linger. Even after you’re completely dry, there will be no mistaking just how intensely you felt or why. There is no explanation and might not be. Would you dare a second swim to test whether or not it was a fluke? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

☄ those who have crossed
the eyes are not here, there are no eyes here
The walls are shrinking in. Every room you step into feels much too small, like there isn’t enough room to even breathe. A crowded place becomes startlingly empty, and no matter how much you run, how much you explore, there is no one there to comfort you or answer your calls for help. Hallucinations run strong between the lulls of obscene loneliness or claustrophobia, and exposure to the glow of the asteroid is really the only thing to thank for that. You’re desperate to claw your way out of the ship—open the emergency hatch in the Cargo Bay, bust the glass of the Observation Deck. What’s worse is that it’s not just you. It’s catching, and the fear of being next is very real. It feels like you’re being watched, that everyone around you is looking and seeing everything you are. Or are not. The only way to make it stop is to admit that you’re afraid of being seen, but who, in the deep madness of the self, has the courage to ever admit the truth? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

☄ the sun in flight
rage, rage against the dying of the light
Something has drifted its way onto the Moira from the outside. Unlike the faint luminosity they give off, they suck up all the light around them, making them the only source to see by. From far away, they are just flitting balls of light, but if you get close enough to inspect them, they are mean. And have sharp, sharp teeth. Go poking, and they will bite you before trying to fly away while taking that only light source with them. The option to avoid them is quite easy if you’re not the curious sort, but without them around, it will be impossibly dark. As the asteroid moves on in the opposite direction of the Moira, these light creatures begin to dissolve and fade away with it. However, a word of caution: their bites glow. If you don’t manage to find the one that bit you and capture it between your hands, the bite will become a permanent glowing fixture of your body. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

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[ It's incredibly strange hearing and seeing him. The voice is right, outside of something of a rough timbre that he's used to, but he's so incredibly young. ]

Right, yes, of course. Your father, Ambassador Sarek. But you---uh, you look a lot like my first officer who is---also Spock.

[ Jim, this Jim, has known for quite some time that Spock is the son of Sarek. He's known since Vulcan's destruction, more or less, and that is definitely something he doesn't intend to bring up to this man. As far as he's aware, Vulcan was alive and well in the prime timeline. The one that their reality branched off of. ]

Yeah, Spock, that's me. Jim Kirk. Guilty as charged.

[Ratchet feels a weird lurching just above his fuel tank as he catches sight of Drift, hale and whole and surrounded by a gathering halo of softly glowing creatures that--are they trying to eat him while he just stands there and lets them? He decides that helpless twist of emotion in his chassis must be pure, undiluted exasperation, unidentified at first due to his recent lack of exposure.]

Are you kidding me? [He walks over in three long strides and catches himself up short just in front of Drift, his optics bright, almost fierce.] I haul my plating halfway around the damn galaxy for you and I find you wandering around here letting yourself be chewed on? Did you suffer some kind of cleverly disguised but cripplingly severe head trauma while you were missing?

Not one I'd ever have thought to ask either.

[She stops now, narrowing her eyes. American, explained a bit about the attitude. 2027? Even more so.]

You look surprisingly advanced for someone so ancient.

[Isha can you not.]

Detroit has become a smear of advanced automotives, as always, and some level of enhanced prosthetics with advanced power and travel capabilities. Industrial, as it were, a metal heart of America. None of that means much to you, you'll be dead by then.

[So yes, she knows Detroit. Not personally, she's never really had a reason to go to the States when she has what she wants and needs in Europe.]

Edited 2016-07-14 03:22 (UTC)

[This entire event of being here is unnerving enough; she might be able to deal with werewolves and rituals and the like, but all that at least happened on Earth. The sensation of something more foreboding under her skin makes it worse.

But she's a nurse. She's trained to keep her head in high stress situations and this is no different. Particularly when there is someone else's panic to deal with. Particularly when that someone is her son's best friend.]

Stiles? Stiles, look at me.

[She kneels beside him, reaching for his shoulders and keeping her voice calm but firm.]

[Oh sure, having her life completely torn apart is... Actually something Sari is semi-used to. Like finding out she's part-Cybertronian, or how she's been staying on Cybertron to learn about a part of her that she hadn't been aware of for the majority of her life.

So ending up on a space ship for some crazy reason had been distressing at first but she adapted, what else is she going to do besides that?

Well, running through one of the corridors of the ship is one thing. If it wasn't for the fact that Drift is a giant robot Sari would have accidentally barreled right into him. Instead the technorganic is going to try to side step while shouting:]

Excuse me, coming through, sorry about that!

[Drift is viciously ripped from his Zen Zone by the cranky hooting of a very familiar voice. And the fact that Ratchet is suddenly right up in his face. Wow hi there. Bewilderment overtakes him for a moment and he stumbles back a step, awkwardly flicking the jellyfish off his arm like a kid trying to hide some naughty thing a kid shouldn't be doing from his parents or something. It takes him another second or two to find his voice again, and when he does, it's just about as graceful as the rest of him is right now]

Ratchet!? Are you okay? When did you--

[he actually can't decide what part is baffling him the most, the fact that Ratchet just rolled the fuck up out of nowhere or the fact that he's got his old paint job somehow. Dang what a mystery yeah? He kind of cuts off and just stares because holy shit everything is suddenly very confusing.]

Edited 2016-07-14 03:45 (UTC)

Common knowledge? [He says it a little faint, a little disbelieving.] They didn't come after us? We're okay? Who's Raven?

[A slight pause as his mind whirls through processing this; the idea he hadn't help destroy things at home. He doesn't get that long, not before he's feeling the goggles move. It's only because he's so used to Wanda doing similar things around him that he doesn't move or jump. Peter just stares at her with a raised brow.

Powers like his sister. Interesting.]

You could have started with that, you know. [He smiles.] Dude, finally we're starting to get more of us around here! You know I was starting to think it would just end up as me and Charles. So is it just levitating stuff or what? I mean, groovy if it is but, you know.

[Drift does this awkward little hop back, really not wanting to accidentally squish an organic or something. That's the last thing he needs on top of all the other bullshit he's fretting over. He manages to dodge like the goddamn ninja he is.]

Whoa, there! You might want to slow down, I'd hate to see you run into something.

[LIKE HIM c'mon kid]

[ Zeta gathers up the terminal and keyboard, careful not to jostle the connection between them. There's an oddly metallic 'clink' of said parts against the woman's chest and arms, even as the clothes deform properly. No human sounds of exertion and no human shifting of weight to compensate accompany the lifting motion. ]

Are you aware of your present location?

[ Considering the terminal had just been sitting there, it's doubtful anyone had come along to inform them of the situation. He also can't tell if this terminal had any input beyond audio. The fact that they'd requested a location that didn't exist pointed towards a lack of spatial awareness, certainly. ]

[Just going to skid to a halt, her shoes skidding across the floor and Sari isn't as graceful as Drift so don't mind her stumbling a bit to keep her balance.]

I'm keeping my eyes open so I wouldn't. Also that's what the shouting was fo--...

[She trails off because HUH this guy is big compared to the folks she knows, as she cranes her neck so she can get a better look at him.]

[ Jean finally lets out a laugh, getting his goggles up and into his hair before leaving them there. ]

How could I when I thought you knew me already?

[ Then in his head, he'll hear her voice even as her lips don't move. ]

I'm a telepath, too. And because of Raven's actions that day, saving the president, she saved us from being pursued by the government. Some are forced into mutant fights and others treated like freaks but we're safe. For the most part.

[ Then she speaks again, pulling away from his mind, ]

When you say "Charles", you mean Charles Xavier, right?

[OOOOH right organics are tiny. Not wanting to be a GIANT, RUDE ASSHOLE, Drift kneels down so she won't have to look so very UP to chat with him.]

Well sure, but you still would have plowed right into my foot if I hadn't moved fast enough.

[ a mild hum leaves him, still finding the name odd, but accepting it either way (andyr, you have a random ass y in your name, you can't talk). the boy steps up next to him, and while andyr doesn't turn his head at all to signal his attention shifting, he is sliding his eyes to look at him. or, rather, the arm attached to him. ]

Did you lose the arm here or at home?

[ a year is a good enough time to get in deep enough shit to lose a limb, but who knows how dangerous his home world was. andyr's finding a lot of them aren't quite so insane as his own is. maybe there's a small comfort, when he finds people from places actually worse than his world. few and far between as they are. as for the suggestion? welp. ]

I don't spar, and I'd beat you in any race. [ unless he's some kind of augmented as well, which, considering the people Andyr's met out and about the Moira, is very likely. as for the sparring part, welp. that's from a lifetime he'd given up, and it doesn't sit comfortably with Andyr to go back to it. That, and, he doubts he really can. He'd rather just avoid it that come to his senses with someone's windpipe crushed under his hand. ]

You know if there's anything heavier than this shit around?

You don't know the effects of these creatures.

[A dark gray hand lowers to flick a cluster of the jellyfish off Drift's armor, immediately snuffing out the bioluminescent lights contained within their bodies. Apparently being whacked with a giant metal finger doesn't bode well for their livelihood.]

I would advise against letting them swarm on you.

[WOW. She's fine with looking up, although she totally misses her jetpack that makes talking to big folks a whole lot easier.]

I'm used to getting around Cybertronians though! I have been living on Cybertron for a while now so I learned... And had a jetpack.

[Sari puffs out her cheeks a bit after mentioning her jetpack, pouting a little.

YEAH she's not happy about not having it.]

[ Now she's trying hard not to smile. And failing. ]

I'd offer to but...

[ Makes a show of wrinkling her nose. ]

Don't think I have the stomach for it.

[Drift snaps his arm away and shakes the rest of the jellyfish off gently, so as not to squash them. God must we kill everything that is beautiful in the world huh?]

Careful. They're delicate. Not that you don't have a good point, I'm just saying.

[Well now Drift just looks puzzled because that's some nutty shit you just said little kid]

Wait, you live on Cybertron? It's not exactly suitable for organic life.

[There's like a thousand things wrong with what this kid is saying okay]

[Adam can't say he'd expected this to be the first shared experience he could admit to– but he's not exactly surprised either. He sighs, a faint tiredness seeping into his voice. Always the same.]

Seems like some things just don't change, one world to another. People are always looking for ways to draw dividing lines between themselves, set themselves apart.

[He raises a hand to one temple, frowning; his retinal implant is still streaming confused warnings about nearby electrical hazards down the sides of his vision. Clearly, the designers had never thought to account for magic when putting these things together. After a few distracted seconds, he shakes his head and continues:]

Augs – people like me, I mean – they can experience similar treatment. A lot of it depends on where you're from, or how well off you are.

[Even with the riots and protests, things aren't nearly as bad as they could be where he's from– which is why Adam doesn't say "we." Or… They weren't. Who's to say what things are going to be like now, after the massacres? He might be looking forward to a great, big wall in his future as well.

He won't ask whether Dorian's one of those Northern or Southern mages – if it really is anything like his own situation, then it's likely to be a bit of a sensitive topic.] I wish I could say that things were different. But "complicated" is the right word for it.

[As far as Megatron is concerned, they're irritations. No better than giant, glowing scraplets. But as long as they didn't hurt any of his crew, he'd leave them alone.]

[Deadlocks's newfound hippiness was still an interesting turn of events, however. Not that he, of all people, had much room to question it.]

I'm certain they do not return your sentiments towards them.

[Look, she's not nutty. You're nutty.]

Uh yeah, and I'm not exactly organic.

[It's slightly higher pitched then what Drift is probably used to, but that is very much the sound of transforming like Cybertronians do, as Sari's head is now covered in a helmet and she is most certainly a tiny robot girl.]

See?

[What do you know, smiling is contagious. Better alert the media on that breakthrough.]

Oh, no. We'll have to get by with storing crackers under the sink instead.

I'm sure they don't either, but that hardly justifies hurting them. All life in this universe is precious, Megatron. Just because a creature may be primitive doesn't mean it's any less deserving of life than we are.

[The hippie thing is only going to get more intense Megs are you sure you're ready for this bullshit.]

[LOOK. okay maybe that's true.

And hey good job Drift is looking a bit baffled goodness.]

Huh. I didn't see that coming. You look just like a human, though!

"What's the guild? And do you like your name?"

Tommy's curious more than anything, also a little confused by this guy having a fancy superhero name that he didn't choose and doesn't know the meaning of.

"I picked mine. It's not very original, but it's the only one that wasn't taken."

He also isn't entirely sure where they're going, it's dark, but he's fast and if they get truly lost, he can move around quick until he finds it.

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COLLIDES WITH THIS, HOWLING {jellyfish}

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Around the ship, nerdlord

DON'T YOU HOWL AT ME yo pretend this icon is his new paint 8|b

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AW SNAP

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/SNAP SNAP

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GURLLLLL

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aggressively dads

GURRRRRRRRRRL U

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don't you dad at me

UUUUUUUU

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dads even harder

nerd.

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im moving in with mom >8(

Fight me

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