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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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[ ARRIVAL + EXPLORING ]
[... not where he expected to wake up, after hearing the recall. Not even a little. He doubly did not expect to show up in the armor. But that's probably better than not having it at all.]

[After depositing it safely in his assigned room -- the door of which he has to hunker down and duck through -- it's definitely time to poke around. Reinhardt pauses for a moment, taking up what has to be almost half the hallway, absently browsing his MID for directions.]

[This is all very fascinating, though. And it takes almost everything in him not to go poking around immediately. He's got to do this more carefully and methodically and...]

[Ooo. Observation deck? Rec area?]

[It's not long before his attention is diverted. He can be found poking around those areas. Probably lifting a weight or two. Or browsing the Library's fantasy and history sections, with the books looking comically small in the massive man's hands.]

[ RAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT ]
Excellent! Target practice!

[Bellows the walking suit of armor. Over seven feet tall, it's probably easily mistaken for one of the Cybertronians. Since it's complete with glowing bits and pieces, bipedal, and moves easily enough.]

[It's also equipped with a gigantic hammer.]

[A hammer which is whistling through the air toward a glowing ball. Whether or not it strikes remains to be seen. But that isn't going to stop him from trying.]

~

[ RAGE #2 ]
[Or maybe you don't see this guy hitting away the creatures like baseballs in an insane little league game. Maybe one has cornered you. Or maybe more have.]

[Regardless, without warning, something huge and metal charges up. It isn't aiming for you -- far from it.]

Hold on! Do not worry--!

[On that last word, something bright sparks to life, spreading from an outstretched, and equally massive hammer held out like a ward. A shield.]

I will be your shield, my friend. Are you hurt?

[Well. For a big scary hunk of power armor, he's sure friendly.]

Edited 2016-07-09 08:28 (UTC)

Oh crap!

[Shayne’s first reaction to a giant metal thing charging at her with a hammer is to dive-roll out of the way. But when she rights herself, she sees not an opponent preparing for another strike, but a giant shield spread out in front of her. It takes her a moment to process, but once she does, a huge grin spreads across her face.]

Dude, that’s awesome! [Finally, an actual shield in this place! And just like the one she’s used to, this one comes part and parcel with company. She hops to her feet and, after giving the steel-encased man and/or robot a onceover, shows no hesitation in standing between him and the massive shield held in front of him. She nods quickly at his question.] Yeah, man, check it out. [She holds out her right hand, the palm of which is 1) bleeding and 2) glowing brightly from an ill-advised attempt at petting one of the many glowing pests swarming the hallway.] Pretty cool, right? How long do you think it’ll last? [She doesn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that she’s bleeding, though maybe that’s not so surprising -- compared to whatever left the extensive scarring and tightly wrapped bandages all over her upper body, the little glowing wound is barely a mosquito bite.]

[Well. Given the weird teenagers he knows these days, that reaction isn't all that surprising. The general state of this one sort of is, though. She must be more badly wounded than she thinks -- or was wounded previously to the extent of not registering another.]

[... which is sort of familiar, to be honest.]

I don't think glowing is a good sign.

[Shayne withdraws her hand with a frown.] I mean, it doesn’t hurt that bad… [She looks at the glowing mark on her palm, put off that her new companion doesn’t find the effect as cool as she does. She turns away towards his shield and the luminescent creatures currently sharing the hallway.]

So, uh… are we supposed to kill these things? [They do bite, though they still seem like easy prey compared to the creatures Shayne usually fights.]

Better safe than minus a hand.

[Kids shouldn't be minus their hands. They need them for important, teenager things! Like video games. Or music. Food. Good things like that!]

[He looks at the creatures as well, squinting through helmet and shield.]

It seems likely. But come! I will escort you to medical center.

[of course lúcio had poked at them. of course he had, he's a curious guy. he also wanted to believe not all of them would try to bite him.

he's a little up set to see that he's wrong. not the smartest thing he's ever done.

lúcio skates back a little when reinhardt comes charging over.]

Hey my man! [completely unfazed.] I was wonderin' when you'd show up!

[Oh, well! He should have recognized this guy. Or at least the hair. Which is still very impressive.]

[Behind the helmet, there's a grin.]

Right on time, it looks like! Were you injured?

You know what they hurt? My feelings.

[said with a laugh, lúcio can't be worried or scared when the strong big is around.]

What about you? I can't imagine a thousand of these things could get past that armour.

Hah! I don't doubt that.

[Your feelings are probably very important to you, friend. And he can respect that.]

So far, no. Nothing has gotten through. But they make poor targets.

Uh huh. I got that, my man.

[lúcio fires off a few sound waves in their general direction with his amplifier, watching one connect with one of the beasties and throw it off it's flight path.]

I, uh, gotta admit, though. Not entirely sure where to go from here.

[lúcio looks down at his hand, where the back had been bitten. inbetween the wires on his glove, naturally, and cocks an eyebrow at the slow glowing starting to spread out from the tiny teeth marks.]

Hey, check this out. What do you think?

Reinhardt | overwatch

rage 2!

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him,, big (rage 2)

u smol precious

strong big...

smol friend

LORGE

idk exploring

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ya ain't my grandpappy (arrival/explore @ the library)

spicy big grandpa is everyone's grandpa

AND ALSO

riptide pls......

GUNFINGERS

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RAGE 2 SO CUTE I can't resist

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SWEET BIG GRANDPA

SMOL LOVELY DOCTOR