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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_ooc2016-10-04 05:44 pm
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( tdm 13 )

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my evil twin, bad weather friend
"I know someday I'll meet him, but I don't know where or when."

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. )




Every day, the ship gets closer to its destination: the Midway Hub.

Answers as to how to the fix the broken Ingress and send everyone home are sought there. Your captains, both old and new, have been working together peacefully to make the trip a little easier, though events occur that are well outside of their control. After having made the last cargo supply stop at the Mini Colony, the Moira and its crew are on the last stretch of its journey. The Ingress, for the majority of the time, is left off and only turned back on during testing; that's when new crew and other items come through.

It's October on the Moira, and it's been far, far too peaceful..


☄ older and far less kind
get clowned when I come around
On one of the ship's many stops, a group of sentient, flying whale-type natives were stumbled upon. They were friendly, although unfortunately hunted for a substance they produce, and the crew paid a group of mercenaries to keep these beings safe. Now, early afternoon, red lights begin to flash, and Captain Ira makes an announcement. A gam of a less advanced sub-species of those gentle giants is in the ship's path, and crew are told to make their way to the Observation Deck, Tower, and anywhere else that affords them a view of space. When the beings move closer to the Moira, the captains send out non-explosive decoys that can be remotely operated by the crew—lead these beings away from the ship so that the Moira can safely pass through.


☄ graveyard smash
i was working in the lab, late one night
Let's set the scene. It's early in the morning. Those who don't sleep or sleep very little already know what's going on as they've been roped into helping by the Captains. Everyone else wakes to a surprise. Some universes celebrate holidays like Halloween or Samhain, and this one is no different. First Mate Egan's home is known for honoring the dead on October 15th of every year, and after approaching the other Captains, they've decided to celebrate it on the Moira. The observation deck is decorated with candles and lights, music playing in the background.

Small gift boxes are left outside everyone's door; a MID message explains that each crew member is to put something inside and then place them on the observation deck. At the end of the day, each crew takes a random box. A device that alters the gravity around a single object is used to make drinks, food, and gifts and float through the air. Everyone is encouraged to relax and have a good time.


☄ section t
unfinished business, that's what
There are many locations on the ship that are inaccessible, either because they are locked unless crew have clearance or for some an unknown reason. Section T is one of those such areas. Crew are known to get lost in this area, and hear voices, among other things. Having this brought to the Captain's attention, an expedition of sorts ghost hunters in space has been organized, and anyone who wishes to join will be paired up and sent in with their MIDs on alert to track their paths. Not long into the search, it will become clear that something, or someone, is displeased with the large number of people wandering through. Some unlucky crew will stumble across an apparition and those who are luckier won't. It's relatively harmless, and appears to only seek to scare everyone out of Section T.



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nightmarist: (shrewd ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-18 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Ronan glances at the tree. The suggestion feels weirdly heretical. Then again, Noah is a spirit, so is anything really heresy for him?]

Yeah. Yeah, go knock on the tree.
deadthing: (bury me above the clouds)

[personal profile] deadthing 2016-10-18 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[Noah would do (and has done) any number of dumb things at Ronan's suggestion, so he shuffles forward and quickly grazes his knuckles against the nearest exposed root then shuffles back.] There. Your butt is safe.
nightmarist: (coy ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-18 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
You're a bro.

[Ronan's little ice-cold heart is mildly warmed by the gesture, even if he wasn't really worried.]

Are the other guys here, or is it just us?

[He's more or less successful at not sounding too hopeful.]
deadthing: (gave out long before)

[personal profile] deadthing 2016-10-18 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The change in Noah's expression is like a cloud passing in front of the sun.]

Just us, I think.
nightmarist: (calculating ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-18 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Good. So we can get into all kinds of trouble without Gansey bitching at us.

[Cheer up, little guy.]
deadthing: (everything i had to give)

[personal profile] deadthing 2016-10-18 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. [Noah would welcome the full force of Gansey's disapproval if it meant he was there with them and he suspects Ronan would too.]

Do you think this place has a game room?
nightmarist: (bewildered ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-18 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Noah's assumption is 1000% correct.]

Probably. There's all kinds of shit. You haven't gone exploring yet?

[Did Noah even exist before five minutes ago? Ronan doesn't bother asking that much.]
deadthing: (catch me on a better day)

[personal profile] deadthing 2016-10-18 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He lifts one shoulder in a little shrug.]

Not much. I kind of freaked out [and disappeared for a while] when I got here and it hasn't been too long...

[He trails off doubtfully. His sense of the passage of time is, as usual, not great. He doesn't think it's been more than a day or two, but who knows, really?]
nightmarist: (casual ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-18 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Aw, Noah. If he freaked out, it's no wonder it took him this long to get around to haunting Ronan.]

Okay, let's find the game room or something.

[Commencing with a walk toward the elevators.]

You know what I found the other day? A sound booth. As in, for recording music. Super important to aliens, I guess.
deadthing: (all the way from here)

[personal profile] deadthing 2016-10-19 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He follows along, already imagining what the game room in a spaceship might be like. Is a pool table too much to hope for? Maybe there's some kind of space equivalent. Space pool!

He's about to say something to that effect when Ronan's anecdote sidetracks him.]


Weird. [Noah ponders this for a moment.] Oh, hey- We should record something. We could do like... [he screws up his face for a moment and then his eyes go wide] a cover of the murder squash song! Yeah!
Edited 2016-10-19 02:19 (UTC)
nightmarist: (childish ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-19 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Ronan comes to an abrupt halt just so he can turn to look straight at Noah.]

That's the worst idea I've ever heard.

We have to do it.
deadthing: (bury me above the clouds)

[personal profile] deadthing 2016-10-19 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Noah grins back at him.]

It'll be so good.
nightmarist: (happy ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-19 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Ronan resumes walking, now considering this with utmost sincerity.]

I don't think there's an accordion anywhere on this ship, though. I'll have to make one. And, uh, figure out how to play it, I guess.
deadthing: (take away the things i need)

[personal profile] deadthing 2016-10-19 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Ronan is way ahead of Noah in the practical concerns department. He makes a thoughtful noise.]

Can you maybe make it play itself?
nightmarist: (smug ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-10-19 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
I could, but then it wouldn't really be us covering the song, would it? I might as well just make a vinyl if it's gonna be playing itself.