thisavrou

[If in case you don't know Isha, she's pretty much a serial texter. Even if you're about two feet away from her, she's going to text. It's inevitable.

And probably for the best, considering her rising irritation about a very peculiar matter...]

Now, I would start this off by saying something about my vents, my territory, my rules, and so on, but that would be inaccurate. None of this is mine, but it should might as well be by proxy.

That being said.

Here's a rule I would like to impose. It's a very simple rule, really, almost a logical one that even I, a professional lawbreaker, would follow.

Don't put a gun in the vents. I don't care if you're hiding evidence or you're just that paranoid. In fact, I don't even care why you put it there. Keep it out of my vents.

[Just because she's not the biggest fan of this job doesn't mean she has to half-ass it.]

If this happens to be your gun, which I am holding right now, please get it before I decide it's better in more capable hands or in the great vacuum of space. I'm very inept with these things, so you might have to deal with the fact that this may go very wrong in my hands.

Thank you and good day, night, or whatever time it happens to be. You all owe me a coffee or ten for working your vents in this terrible lighting. Q says hello, for those of you who know him. He wanted to end this note nicely.

onlytwoexpressions

[The video feed flickers to life, and despite the commotion, it's very much intentional. For those of you who know Riptide, you can see him frantically trying to escape from two hands that about as big as he is. Finally, one hand seizes Riptide and slams him to the floor. With some stability now, the camera is able to focus on Ultra Magnus. For those of you who don't know him, prepare to be bored. For those of you who do know him, it's possible that he's much much bigger than you remember, having had a few necessary upgrades recently.]

[He clears his vocalizer.]

Attention to all those who receive this broadcast. My name is Ultra Magnus. I have recently come aboard this ship and have been given the position of bailiff and parole officer. Let it be known that I have served as an officer of the law prior to my enlistment aboard the Moira, and as such, I promise that I will treat my duties and responsibilities with the utmost care, respect, and diligence that is befitting the position. I am fair and even-handed, and I look forward to working with all of you and becoming a productive member of the community.

That said, I have in my custody the one known as Riptide. He is a former comrade of mine, who served aboard the same ship as I did. Some of you may know him, and I am obligated to inform you that trusting this individual is a huge mistake. He is, as of now, being apprehended for being an accessory to mutiny.

[If Riptide wriggles, Magnus quickly presses his considerable weight down on him to make him stop.]

As I am still unfamiliar with the ship, I wish to know where the brig is located. I also wish to know everything about the due process aboard, as I intend to have this...this...ne'er-do-well answer for his crimes against his chain of command. In addition, if there are any forms and paperwork associated with the booking of prisoners so that they can be properly processed, I will more than happily fill out any and all necessary forms.

Again, I hope to make your acquaintance and let's all be sure to follow the new rules and expectations set forth by our current caregivers.

Magnus out.

primum

[ Once the feed starts, it immediately cuts to two of the newest additions of the Moira. From the environment around them, it’s clear that they are still residing in Navigation, for now, and the video adjusts on Egan. ]

First Mate Egan here. After reading the ship logs and having spoken with your current captains, we understand that this will all be a lot to adjust to. But, as we’ve gone over your crew files, we know that you all are very capable, and with that in mind, we have much to address.

First and foremost. [ He steps back and to the side, gesturing towards the man beside him with a nod. ] This is your Captain.

[ A nod in return, and the Captain, Ira, immediately moves into the reason for doing this. After all, he is a man who believes in wasting nothing. ]

As those in command have acquiesced authority to me and my First Mate, we will be making necessary changes to suit the remainder of this journey. I am unaware of how much you have been told about the destination of this vessel, but our course has been routed to reach a central point known as the Midway Hub. It is the home of this ship, and your means home as well. By conserving resources and supplies, the Moira will reach the Hub faster than previously charted by your head Navigator. Ultimately, this is the goal we are going to achieve, and plans are being put into place as we speak to enforce this.

Jobs will also be reassigned accordingly to fit the ship’s current needs. If there is a person you deem worthy of a Head position, please submit them to First Mate Egan. We will consider each seriously and choose the best candidate. [ Ira glances to Egan for him to continue. ]

One second.

[The video cuts to a recording of the Captain and First Mate on the ship. The Moira appears different, cleaner, newer, but everything is quiet and empty. They are in the Ingress room, following the last of surviving crew into the machine. The footage flicks from feed to feed, showing the Ploiatos left alone with those its killed. They disappear inside.]

This was our last time aboard the Moira before we were lost inside the Ingress. We’re still combing through past logs, including those of our own time aboard the ship, but what we know is that Crewman Ploiatos was compromised and committed acts of petty treason toward their fellow crew. For this, and the danger they pose, Ploiatos will remain locked up and an all time guard will be set up immediately to ensure our safety. This room is to never go unwatched. When we reach the Midway Hub, Ploiatos will be escorted to a safe holding facility to await their committee hearing.

Your safety is our duty, and as such, we will be taking the correct measures to make this happen. We want to thank you for your service and offer in return our utmost assurance that the rest of the journey will be swift, smooth, and safe as per the Acelight Delegation. [ The video immediately returns to Ira. ]

If there are questions, we will take them now. Please limit your queries to one per individual. All comments are visible for others to see. [ There’s only a short pause before: ] Thanks.

ooc: All responses will come from these two journals: Captain Ira and First Mate Egan. Each comment to this post will get one response at least, from either the captain or first mate. This is to ensure that all crew members are addressed in a timely manner. This post is public and only public responses will be allowed, so that all crew members can see what is being discussed.

springlocking

[Charlie looks like a mess - her slightly frizzy hair now strongly resembles a Pomeranian, there are the beginnings of circles under her eyes, and her right eye is now yellow glass. Being in actual combat and dying and death seriously not being permanent have not done good things to her brain.

But she's not going to talk about that. Instead, she's gonna ask, in a slightly out-of-it tone:]

...did I miss anything? 'Side from classes - sorry to the teachers, by the way, but I was kinda dead. Can't... [She covers a yawn.] ...can't attend class when you're dead. Or reviving. I think.

How does it all work, anyway? How long's it take until you get used to it?

[She's maybe a bit too sleepy, it seems...]

sketchycharacter

[The following is actually a series of three separate posts to the network; all three are posted in fairly quick succession, likely before anyone can reply to the first two, though they are open to comments.]

how do you make it so not everyone can read one of these things

[like thirty seconds later]

oh

[a couple of minutes later LOCKED FROM CERTAIN PEOPLE NAMED ELENA FISHER]

so a bunch of people use this system to pour their hearts out and get other people to do the same which usually seems weird to me. i mean just because you say it over the mid doesn't mean you won't run into people later and make it really weird and awkward. i don't know maybe that's just me.

except what the hell i'm pretty drunk right now so why the fuck not!

RIDDLE ME THIS, CREWMATES. pretend for a minute that you're a complete asshole who somehow got the most amazing woman in the world to marry you, fucked it up real fast like dropped a grenade on it bad BECAUSE you're a complete asshole, got her to take you back and start over and then fucked it up again.

what do you do? asking for a friend.

also the first person to make a suggestion that actually works can have some of my alcohol stash. everyone else can fuck off i'm not sharing.

( Drunk )

( Drunker )

( Drunkest )

quixotically

Alright. Need some help here, guys. This is important, if I could have your attention, please, just for a couple of minutes.

For those of you who weren't here when we visited Amissis-Re, let me fill you in real quick. There was a scientist on that world who was studying the Ingress there, and she figured out how to fix it. For a little while, people could go back home. But it didn't last. Something about the Reverse Ingress fell apart -- I'm not entirely sure what went wrong, honestly, I just know it did.

But, as we were leaving Amissis-Re, someone found a journal the scientist had kept. The person who found it, Alphonse Elric, posted about it on the network. But Mr. Elric isn't on board any more. I've spent the past few days looking for the journal, since Doc Yewll thinks if we could decipher the scientist's notes, it could help us figure out how to fix our Ingress.

With the ship in this state, it's been really hard for me to track it down. I could really use some help looking for it. If anyone has it, or wants to help search, or has any kind of idea where it might've been kept, or anything like that? Please, let me know.

[ooc: There were three journals from the host in total, but Elle doesn't know that. Al was the only one who posted publicly on the network that I could find, so that's the only one she knows about!]

arcreact

[ The video feed opens to the gentle chaos that is Nomo #001. The background is a mess of laptops, cables, and for those who helped Tony haul around a giant metal cylinder at the beginning of the month - a suspiciously similar-colored suit of armor, still slightly disassembled but much less pod-like than before.

In the foreground you're treated to Tony and Adrien, looking grimly self-satisfied and just grim, respectively. ]

So, we've got an ear in their ship. My ear, specifically. [ He says, with great humbleness. ] Negotiations has already heard this, but there's some intel I think the defense and offense teams will wanna be privy to.

[ Info he wants defense and offense teams to be privy to, because even if this feels a little like bussing negotiations' cause somewhat, he likes being alive. So, there's that.

There may have also been a discussion, before this video was even turned on, over this particular course of action with the decision coming down to two key factors. Everyone being informed of all known intel, in order to make an informed decision, and the need for more help. ]

Go ahead, say it. You know you want to. [ Adrien mutters, more as an aside to Tony than as a direct address to the video. The comment earns a roll of Tony’s eyes, but he proceeds regardless. ]

Several hours of obsessively trying to cobble together their strategy has told us they either 1.) aren’t great at strategy, 2.) don’t particularly care, or 3.) are too pissed to bother. Or, y’know, a little off the top of all three columns. Point is, there’s nothing stealthy about them. They’re just planning to come at us with everything they’ve got, guns blazing.

[ Tony shoots a look at Adrien, as if to say ‘happy now?’ His pointed look earns him a flat look in return. Listen, Adrien’s not the one who kept using the terminology. He didn’t even get the pop cultural reference. However, to continue. ]

There is a definite tone of seeking recompense from not just one or two individuals but upon this entire ship. We understand that everybody is still in the midst of sharing ideas and formulating plans; this is just information we believed people might want to have on hand when in those discussions.

[ The next part proceeds with an almost grudging tone, like the idea of admitting the need for additional help is particularly distasteful to him, but see aforementioned: he likes not dying. ]

But there’re still some questions we don’t have answered. Questions I would very much like answered, given the above information; if they’re coming at us in a direct assault, we need a way more thorough threat-analysis than we currently have. And make no mistake - I’m amazing - but I can only be in fourteen places at once. We need more ears if we want to gather as much intel as possible, and that’s counting everybody who’s already crashed this shitty party.

[ Tony gives the camera a pointed look, a deliberate nod to everyone who’s already lent a hand with the hacking efforts. He knows who they are. They know who they are. ]

[ Alright Tony, Adrien will give voice to the words you just can’t bring your egotistical self to speak. ]

We’ve also hacked some ship specs but neither Mr. Stark, nor myself have enough experience with the Moira and her capabilities to be comfortable in what information we have and what further mining we should pursue.

More experienced eyes, either with the Moira, the Caducians, or even deep space vehicles, would also be appreciated.

And if you've done any digging of your own, by all means, share with the class.

[ Tony doesn't quite get the feed shut down before muttering under his breath about needing more coffee. ]

(( For reference these were the questions put up in the plotting post to the mods, about any hacking efforts and the results, for anyone who wants to jump in on uncovering details! Information about ship specs, Information about communication eavesdropping. ))

saveyourserpent

[When Liquid posts things, he's usually on video, often looking pretty damn smug or something. Today, he is not. He doesn't sound so good, either. In fact, he sort of sounds weak. The FOXDIE cure apparently has a few side-effects here, but hey, at least he's not kicking the bucket out of nowhere like his father. In the background can be heard some barking, and some music. Some pretty loud music. Sorry, roommates.]

Ugh. What a great time to still be ill.

First, I want to throw my opinion down on the pile that this splitting into hastily-chosen teams thing is bloody stupid. There's no point in splitting up if we're not going to actually involve things people specialize in. But even if I'm supposed to be bedridden I want to make it clear I am not down for the count. I'm available for whatever I can manage. That just... probably won't include any actual combat. Beyond that, I have plenty of leadership experience and if you need some advice, or just want me to tell you what to do, I'm your man.

[He pauses for a moment because of a coughing fit.]

Second, whoever sent the music, I really appreciate it right now. Can't believe I've never heard of this "Slash Monkey" before.

knaval

[riptide is pale. very pale. his optics are wide and the usual deep yellow glow of them is so intense it's almost white.

his grin is uneasy and forced.]

Hi! Just a quick note - who deals with the Ingress junk mail? Can I ask you not to leave body-- [he stops, inhales.] --just be more careful where you leave stuff, yeah? And, uh. Personal request. If anything comes through for me, space it. I don-- I don't want it. Ever.

[he looks about ready to shut off the video but stops.]

...Rodimus, don't look in the blue crate in the cargo bay. Just leave it.

warandpeace

☄ Audio
[This is very pointedly audio only. Miller's not going to show his face for any of this. And his speech? Carefully measured.]

Ishmael died. Big quiet bearded guy. Looked a little like a few other people that have been on the ship. He had a heart attack. Resuscitation attempts were made. Didn't work...

I'll be around the ship tending to some of his affairs until revival is successful. [Because it will be, dammit. He can't make peace with that asshole just to have him die on him already. He's waited before. He can wait again.] I could use a couple of people helping me clear things up. [And there's the rustle of muffling fabric, the grunt of the man clearing their throat against his sleeve to stifle the noise.]

If anyone wants to use the Training Simulation Room I would appreciate if one of the other specialists handled it while I took care of this.

Thanks ahead of time.

springlocking

-- okay, it's on.

[The video is briefly on, just long enough to display the curious face of the person making the broadcast. She looks average enough, aside from that scar on her left cheek, though she manages to get the camera back off before continuing. Not much analysis/staring time there.

There's a brief inhale before the voice belonging to the face (a teenage girl, no more no less) starts in with her statement.]

Hi, my name's Charlie. I just arrived on the ship, and I've got a favor to ask.

See, I've been assigned to stealth operative duty. I haven't done anything like that in my life up until now, so if someone - anyone - could train me in...anything that's got anything to do with this? I'd appreciate it.

Thanks.

outwrite

[A brand new face greets the network today. Although this is Alexander Hamilton's first time using such a device to address a large group of people, it would be hard to guess based off of the confident gleam in his dark, intelligent eyes and the cordial smile he offers his audience as he holds the MID out far enough for people to clearly see him.

In other words...GATHER ROUND CHILDREN, 'CAUSE THIS ASSHOLE HAS BEEN HERE FOR ALL OF 48 HOURS AND HE'S READY TO SOLVE SOME PROBLEMS.]

Ladies and gentleman, and all androgynous species I've yet to have the pleasure of meeting:

It has recently come to my attention that this ship is in apparent need of a new justice system, as well as security measures designed to curtail future violence. But before I delve into that, I'd like to establish some reasons for making these changes in the first place.

I probably don't need to remind you, but I think it bears mentioning: we have given our consent to live and work aboard this vessel until it reaches its destination. This destination, as I've been told, houses people with knowledge and expertise related to the Ingress, and are currently our best bet in getting home. Personally, I've got a lot of shit to do back home, and I highly doubt I'm the only one here who wants to leave. Do we know beyond a shadow of a doubt that these Ingress experts can help us? No, but until we find any better clues, this is the best shot we've got, and I'm going to take it while learning as much as I can about this universe and the circumstances that brought us here in the first place in hopes of going back as soon as possible.

Undoubtedly, some of you take issue over whether our current destination is the best course, but I think we can all agree on this: the ship doesn't run as efficiently when crew members do harm to one another, which hinders our ultimate goal of finding a way out of this mess. We can argue about morality and cultural difference all day long, but it doesn't change that fact. Any policies or laws we put in place must absolutely promote and uphold the objective of keeping ship life running smoothly and effectively so we're better equipped to reach our respective destinations, wherever they may be, as quickly as possible.

With that in mind, I'd like to posit the following basic principles underlying the plan I've written:

( THE PRINCIPLES )

[To signify a shift in his address, he pauses and leans his weight to one side.]

Now, based off of these simple concepts, I've drafted a basic plan that should mitigate a lot of our current security and safety problems.

( THE PLAN )

So! [The word is punctuated with a bold smile.] Now that we've gone over this plan and its underlying principles, we've got a couple of choices. We can all keep spitting disorganized ideas into the wind, or we can hold an official discussion over my plan, make any modifications needed to satisfy people's misgivings, and put it into action. What do you say?

[Hamilton doesn't address the fact he's a new arrival or spend any time propping up his credentials. His message, he believes, should speak for itself. And if anyone wants to take umbrage with some upstart's ambitious proposal, well...they won't be the first, and they sure as hell won't be the last. That's fine, though. He loves to talk to people about his ideas, about the future, and if "talking" occasionally involves yelling and hurling insults, he'll gladly chomp at that too.

YOU'RE WELCOME, EVERYONE.]

accidentaltruth

[He still doesn't like putting his face out there, not when it's identical to Miles. So the voice that comes over the comm is grouchy, and entirely unaccompanied by video; the only name attached is "Mark".]

There's a lot of talk about being dangerous at the moment, but... what makes someone dangerous?

[Because honestly, as little as he likes actually doing it- he knows exactly how to kill people. How to fight, how to assassinate, how to leave as few traces as he can. And it's not like he couldn't, in the right circumstances, or like he hasn't, even if it was only once.

But it's kind of alarming, all the talk about justice and not fighting, and he just wants some idea what to expect.]

And what kind of laws are we talking about? Where I come from- there aren't really laws, just Deals. [Capital letter entirely intended.] I mean, I've studied some other laws before, but it might be kind of useful to know what kind of other systems are out there.

soldiergenes

[ This face isn't one that has been seen over the network before. Or rather, not this version of this face. Snake has a facial structure that's nearly identical to Liquid, though their hair colors are different. He also resembles Big Boss, but he's younger and has both of his eyes.

Despite the fact that this is his first time doing this, Snake doesn't bother introducing himself. There's no preamble at all, really. He's not that diplomatic of a person on a good day, and right now he's pissed. ]

I just got out of cryo. [ He's broadcasting from his room, and despite how disoriented his awakening was, he's got a fresh uniform on and comes across as relatively put-together, save for that undercurrent of anger. ] How long was I out? What did I miss?

I know other people have been through the same thing. Did you ever have any side effects after the fact? [ He hasn't heard of such a thing, but being unconscious for any length of time is enough to make a guy paranoid. His expression is harsh and determined as he addresses the MID's camera. ] I think if the captains are going to put us in cold storage without our permission, they need to explain why.

[ With that, the feed cuts. ]

hyperkinesia

For those who knew them: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Clark Kent, Scott Lang and Foggy Nelson are gone.

[ Bruce doesn't know whether or not to leave it at that. He wants to keep it a brief announcement, almost detached, but in the process he's making it fairly obvious that some of these people leaving has affected him a lot. But then again, that's why he went with text, so he can avoid any slip of his expression or tone of voice that might betray just how upset he is.

He doesn't really want to talk about it. Or maybe he does, but he doesn't know with whom, or how to bring it up. It's not like he's ever been the best at expressing himself.

Best to just leave it at that. Short and... not really sweet, no. ]

That's it.

(( ooc: forward-dated a couple of days just to avoid overlapping recent drop notices! ))

aminerproblem

[Megatron wasn't in the best of moods. He'd rather not have to make this message at all - and it's clear in the tired lines of his face that something had been weighing heavily on his mind in the past few days.]

While on this ship, I have been surprised by the crew's willingness to cooperate with us Cybertronians, and our coexistence has been largely peaceful. That trust was broken with arrivals of more of our number, someone who followed me before I defected.

Tarn was an officer under my command during the civil war back in our world. He was trained to be militantly loyal to the Decepticon cause, and is equipped with a well-honed talent for violence. It is unlikely that he will overlook the fact that most of you are organic, and thus a sworn enemy. I know this because I was the one who personally trained him.

Asking to avoid Tarn may be a tall order on a small ship like this, but if you encounter any undue friction - I urge you to not provoke him. He has far less compunctions about killing than the others here do, and he will make the process as agonizing as his imagination allows.

Should you feel threatened, Magnus or I will aide you if we're called, at least until we can come up with a more permanent solution.

If I can assist in my capacity as Personnel Officer as well, I will do so. Hopefully, none of this forewarning will be necessary, but the least I can do is provide some understanding.

imaginary_wife

☄ Public Audio
Okay, so. I have some matters I'd like to bring up. If you've not met me, I'm Doc Yewll. I'm not always going to be nice to you but I will try to fix what's wrong with you. There are other doctors that have more patience than me, refer to them if you have to.

On to business.

The Med Bay still needs some repair. I'd say with a little help everything could be up and running within a few days but it does mean people with technical parts and anyone in need of surgery are going to hold off for treatment. Useful salvage to that end would be a miracle.

Also that station's infirmary has a neat trick of offering up complete medical histories. If you would be willing, please send me what you can of yours privately. I'm not going to sneak around and try to get it, but if I have a complete medical run down it means I can better help you in the future if related problems come up. Just don't grab anyone else's if that's the case. Just yours. I want absolute information consent here.

☄ Separate Private Texts to Clone Shep, Solid Snake, and Liquid Snake
I've noticed some issues with your physiology that I would like to discuss with you in private. Either message me or come by Med Bay.

keelahselai

[It's basically the middle of the night cycle when you might notice - or be woken up by - the sound of the engines starting to fade down to almost nothing. Machinery usually powerful enough to reverberate - albeit very softly - throughout the ship goes still. It's just about completely silent when the MID broadcast goes out.

Tali's isn't a face - or mask, right now - that's seen on the network much, but here she is anyway. There's a slight air to her of having prepared this in her head.]

If you just noticed the engines shutting down, don't be alarmed. They're just in standby so I can do some maintenance. [Her eyes are only just visible as glowing points behind the opaque visor, but her whole head moves to pay attention to something below the MID - and there's the sound of her keying in commands one-handed.] I'd like to tell you it's routine maintenance, but tiny bots eating into the manifolds isn't routine in most places I've been.

It'll be done in a couple of hours. [...Pause.] I don't think I need to tell you that life support's still running... Do I?

[Well, she just did. She's about to sign off when--] Oh! Almost forgot.

I asked the captains a while back if I could start doing some research into the Ingress. How it works, what's wrong with it... Anything we can use, anything that might help us repair it, or...or something. [This is clearly not rehearsed.]

It'll be slower work on my own, so I'd really appreciate some help looking into it - and anybody who works with the Ingress probably knows it better than I do right now, too.

Let me know.

heliakal

( private to: Ivan, (Solid) Snake, Bruce, Miles, Gregor, Elizabeth, and Tony )

saveyourserpent

[Liquid's onscreen, and disgruntled as hell. Look out, incoming rant.]

So, how about, when we're assigned to our positions, we fill out a form or something where we can say, oh, I don't know, "yes, I'd like to work with anyone but THAT ONE PERSON"?

Because as much as I appreciate being recognized for some of the best of my many skills, and the work itself has been just lovely, they seem to have really messed up on the coworker front and it's been driving me mad. How am I supposed to work under these conditions? Not that I claim to be any stranger to being angry but this is getting to be too much.

[A heavy, dramatic sigh.]

What are the odds, hm?

[Look, he didn't even use the word 'father' once. Be proud of him.]

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