thisavrou

It’s almost funny how you guys are rallying around Rinzler lately. All this talk about how what we did wasn’t right, how we need to fix the system here, how we need to be better people. So much outrage, you guys seemed like you really cared a lot about free will and doing the right thing.

And I could have bought it, I really could have, if it weren’t for what happened a few months ago. When the captains did the same thing to someone on board and well, I checked because surely if you’re so upset now it must have been all out war back then. [A small, hollow laugh.] But no. You guys were pretty calm about it. Not even a peep.

And so I started thinking, why? I mean, free will matters right? Justice matters.

There had to be some reason you cared more about what we did to a robot than a mutant, right? Because that’s what he was. A mutant. You even voted to suppress his mutation. Cure him. Temporary of course, because you’re not evil.

It's just, we are. We’re threats. We’re uncontrollable, dangerous. It’s not like we’re real people. Not like Rinzler. [He starts to get louder, faster. Something close to hysteria starting to seep through.] Our free will and DNA and heads, they’re okay to mess with! It’s okay to go after us! Not with a person like Rinzler though. I mean, there’s just a few of us, so it makes sense right? There’s so many of these robots and computers, and you humans out there made them. And that computer can attack and hurt people like us and whatever! The rest of you got to protect your tools. Got to be able to use them again.

We’re different and everyone always fears what’s different. That’s what it is right? Right? Either that or you’re just a bunch of damn hypocrites pretending majority rule has ever been good for the rest of us. Just rather call out people like me and sit on your asses than ask yourselves why this kind of shit was let go on so long and why you never did anything before! Rather take it out on people trying to do something, trying to survive than fix your own damn mistakes!

So come on. [There's no pretense of calm anymore, but the rushed tone is gone. He speaks slowly, pronouncing each word with vitriol. He wants to be sure he's not misunderstood, that people are listening.] Which is it?

detonatable

[So since Rail's brief exploration effort in the prison, she's mostly stuck to exploring the rest of the ship for her remaining time. Checking out the different areas, trying to absorb all the odd-looking monsters and aliens she's seen so far. It was really like being on the set of a Hollywood movie - at least she thinks so. Or at least just a really long, vivid dream.

None of her exploring had given her any further answers to the questions she had, but she hadn't put much effort into asking and investigating. The prison was enough excitement, and she got some bombs back in the mail so there was no reason to go back.

But something had been on her mind recently. The job that was assigned to her, the one she didn't take seriously at all. Assistant Morale Officer. The title was laughable, but it still made her wonder why she was assigned to that job in the first place. Unintentional irony?

But looking for a little bit of fun on a quiet evening, she decides to try using her MID to send out one of those... weird future TV messages that keep popping up. She thinks she knows how to do it now.

A kid who's face is entirely covered with scars and old stitches appears on the screen.]

So hey! This thing is working right now, right? So I was thinking, when I first got here I was assigned to be an "assistant morale officer". And that means I just gotta tell you guys stuff so that you'll feel good and shit and you don't mutiny, right?

[Clearly, she's done her research.]

Well, since I take my jobs super seriously, I decided to come up with some ideas that might be helpful. Relieve some stress, you know? Here's what I got so far:

[Rail pulls out a piece of paper and holds it up to the MID so anyone can see it. It's a very short list, but here's what it has so far:]

-Fighting
-Destruction of property (doesn't matter who's or what)
-Gambling (?)
-Free candy, but only the good stuff

[Rail holds it up for what she thinks is long enough for everyone to look at it, before her grin replaces the paper. Yep, this is who was picked to improve morale.]

Great ideas so far, right? Obviously, I'm still working on it. If you got ideas though, I... dunno if I care that much. But hey, I ain't gonna stop you from saying 'em.

inruins

[In contrast to her last video earlier this month, Toriel is serious as she gazes at the MID. Her voice carries more authority than expected from a large monster.] Those who received food this month from the mail, please, please check if it is safe before consuming any of it.

My son received a pie, which was baked full of a poisonous plant. He did not realize until he and his sibling had already eaten a good portion of it. Both are working the plants out of their system currently. Given some time they will be well. [Her expression flickers to something worried, gaze drifting to the side to peer at the children before she continues. Her gaze serious once again, chin held high as she speaks. The worry vanishes from her features entirely, masked by sternness.]

I'm am not entirely clear on who he shared this pie with beyond Frisk, but I ask anyone who was given a piece of pie from Asriel please go to the medbay immediately. Buttercups are dangerous, they can kill anyone who eats enough of them.

Please check your food thoroughly if it came from the mail system, we do not know where it comes from, much less what is inside of it. Be safe, please.

visionarie

[He looks troubled when the recording turns on.]

The trial of Rinzler is over. His sentence has been passed and is now being carried out, yet additional punishments are being imposed on the prisoner. He is... damaged. In pain. And no medical aid has been given.

[His lips press together as he grows quiet for a moment. His eyes fall casting a shadow across his face as he struggles to put into words what his mind is still analyzing in millions of threads. There's a disturbing imbalance in the way the synthetic was being treated. But how could he explain what he only knew through thought alone? He struggles with this until he latches onto a single thread of thought.]

... Everyone has limits.

They can travel so far... handle so much before reaching theirs. [His eyes slowly shift up to look back at the recording.] If stairs were 10ft tall no one would climb them. If doors were a thousand pounds heavy no one would open them. If rooms were kept at boiling temperatures no one would use them. Society adjusts all these to meet limits but they are made with the limits of the average person in mind. But on this ship... there is no average. At least, none that makes sense - but we still must adjust. The Cybertronians mobility is limited at times due to their size, and now another incident has arisen. The holding cells have become a torture chamber for the prisoner it's meant to detain.

Rinzler is a sentient being. He is suffering. He is serving his sentence but that sentence doesn't include torture or death. We are obligated to provide his basic needs: medical aid, appropriate nutrients in the form of power to help with recovery, and reasonable temperatures that match his standards not ours.

If there is anyone who can help. Please do so.

Captains.... please take this request into consideration.

[OOC: Forward-dated to the 19th of Feb.]

notglitching

[The feed comes on to a strange rattling sound and the sight of a black, angled mask. Circuitry burns in a steady red-orange, two streaks on each side of the helmet and a clustered tetra-amino underneath. While it's the first time he's posted a video to the network at large, Rinzler's been prowling the ship for months now, and might be recognizable by the lights alone, though he's hardly the sort to stop and chat up strangers.

Case in point. The noise persists, an odd rumbling whir that brings to mind either broken machinery or a very insistent cat, but there's no speech. When words finally come through, it's as lines of text, scrolling in beneath the video.]

ID: Rinzler; ship-function: Transporter Supervisor.
Providing update.

Flight Deck facilities upgraded. Additional data available on public screens for flight tracking and pilot contact.

Additional update: system for transporter use.

[The camera moves, focusing after a moment on one of the Flight Deck displays. A list of names, jobs, and contact information is visible—only eight names, at the time of posting.]

Assigned transporter crew responsible for import/export of personnel and cargo.
If private use of transporters requested by other Moira crew, flight testing required. Will be added to access list once proficiency is demonstrated.

Training also available on request.

[The camera returns to the masked figure, helmet now angled slightly critically at the display. That is the most words Rinzler has ever had to word. Ever. But he thinks he managed to format it to user standards? ~~An attempt was made.~~ One more line flashes across the screen before the feed goes dark.]

Contact for additional queries.

[[ooc info here!]]

pleasereset

[Following Asriel and Rinzler's first meeting, Asriel offered his assistance in helping Rinzler explore all the nooks and crannies of the Moira. After forming their "secret explorer team" (as named by Asriel), Asriel was already on his first mission.

That mission being exploring the vents, going into the smaller tunnels that Rinzler couldn't fit. It was a little frightening at first, the vents were dark and dirty, and there were so many tunnels that he wasn't sure where exactly he was going. But he tried to memorize an easy path for himself, one where if he got too lost, all he needed to do was come back the way he came.

But the vents being as dark as they were, he got turned around and now he wasn't sure where he was. Or even how long it'd take to crawl his way back. He tried to memorize what he saw in the openings of the vents - rooms and items that he could see through the grates. But he hadn't come across an opening for a while now, and being stuck in a small space in the dark would be frightening for any child.

Fumbling with his MID, he tries calling Rinzler - accidentally making the entire call public. His voice is calm, but a little nervous.]

Um... Rinzler? I think I'm lost. I-I got turned around in one of the tunnels and now I'm not sure how to get back. Could you help me? I'm trying to find something that looks familiar but everything is so dark in here.

[Asriel’s message isn’t entirely unexpected. While the not-user’s offer to help him map the smaller access paths had included plenty of enthusiasm, its actual navigational talents were an untested quality—and not one Rinzler held enormous hopes for. Still, the request for help is much less alarming than the way it's been made.

Rinzler checks the message. Then rechecks it. Then strongly reconsiders his life choices. (If, sadly, only the recent ones.) Entirely public. Users, why?

His first response is immediate... and immediately private. It won't be visible to anyone watching. The answer that follows, on the other hand…]

-Huh? Everyone can hear this?! Rinzler please, I need help- [And at that moment, Asriel's voice will cut off into unintelligible babble of blips and beeps* to anyone that’s not a monster or from his timeline, lasting a few seconds before going silent.

[Well. That’s not ominous at all. Neither is the long pause that follows it. The next—and last—public transmission doesn’t come from Asriel’s number at all. (And won’t be understood by the non-English speakers on the ship.) Still, if you can, why wouldn’t you listen to this reasoning?]

Disregard transmissions.
Situation under control.

[*=Clicking the link leads to Undertale spoilers!]

skelepun

I need a healer right now. I can't move him.

[There's no joke, no goofy font, and no time for playing around.]

Palatino is not a monster.

(( ~~directly after this thread. Please feel free to tag in here for immediate aftermath!~~

Skeletons are now in the medbay, please feel free to visit them here. ))

neveroutwrenched

i have some questions. for you guys, the crew. us.

mostly about the ingress because i think its bullshit that no one has any idea how to fix it. or how it works. lots of worlds have technology like the ingress. on the greater cosmic scale, in the MULTIVERSE, it's not even all that rare

so

nowait

i mean, anyway. this is a different question. does anyone know why we haven't utilized
a) any of the ingresses (ingress...i?) on any of the planets weve landed on to get home
b) any of the people on those planet because you HAVE to assume someone knows how to work/repair/etcetc

why havent we scrutinized or been given an actual answer for anything that's happened on this ship? creepy skeleton monster? that KILLED PEOPLE. lying to us about caducus-primary. stealing from caducus-primary. dont get me started on the lack of actual consequence to that.

i know its different in everyone's worlds, but where I'm from, being in charge doesnt make you except from responsibility for your actions. or at least it's not supposed to. unless you have

a lot of money or are a celebrity or something

backsassin

[It’s been a tense week of disguises, stealth, and unsuccessful network hacking attempts, but as the days continue to pass without incident, Zam is beginning to think all of this was a false alarm. Yes, the Jedi from Coruscant are on the ship, possibly along with the senator, but for whatever reason, the Ingress seems to have forgotten about Jango. Neither his name nor his face have appeared on the directory, which means he either isn’t here or he never got his MID. Never hurts to double-check though, and since he won’t be checking the network in either of those situations...]

Just so we’re clear, no one’s seen a human male in blue and silver armor among the newcomers, have they? If you do, you should let me know. Immediately.

Also, to the two or three people now on the ship who are acquainted with me from back home: we’re all in the same situation here -- I don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be here, and I also don’t want you to be here. Let’s not make a bad situation worse by digging up past disputes.

Speaking of which, has anybody figured out how to change your display name on this kriffing thing?

warandpeace

☄Audio
I've written up some training routines specifically geared towards stealth and retrieval. I would like to grab some volunteers. There are higher levels of difficulty.

The training room is also open for other trainers to provide firearms and combat training, and also basic self-defense is available of course. Let me know what you'd be interested in.

On a more personal note, for those people that know me, or are acquainted with me, and have very good intentions? Try not to fix me up for a little while. I know it seems like a fun hobby, but I'm not really feelin' it.

a_shadow

Money is a cornerstone of a successful society. Right now we have to barter for favors if there's a job that needs done. It's easy to lose track of who owes who for what. Physical currency solves this problem and makes it easier to determine how much a unit of cost (an hour of work) should be worth.

Those of us who are working on the planet are being paid in physical currency. I think that once we return to the ship, we should all agree to honor this currency for goods and services rendered.

[ Attachment: A photo of a pile of hexagonal brass-colored coins, each with a geometric grid etched on it and a hole punched out of the center. A small group of the coins has been strung together with a cord. ]

Make sure to cash out for these coins so we all have the same thing. They have cloth bills but I don't think those are worth shit. We'll handle distribution for the people who aren't working once we figure out how much money we have on board.

averagemedium

[The video shows a thin, wiry guy with a mess of blond curls, his glasses starting to slip down the bridge of his nose; there's a small smile on his face, friendly enough (if a little awkward.) From what's visible of the background, it looks like one of the Nomo Deck rooms, and there's a sound from somewhere off camera-- a constant sort of flicking noise.]

Seems like this thing's a little more active, so I figured it's probably a good idea to say hi, right? So, uh. Hi. I'm Ryan-- you can probably see that though, can't you--

[He clears his throat, face flushed slightly pink. Talking at what feels like nothing is still a bit weird for him.]

Anyway! There's a lot of you I don't know, and I was thinking-- why not make the introduction thing a little more interesting? [The background noise stops, and he holds up a tarot card. The back of it faces the camera.] See, I read these, so if you want... give me your name and tell me anything about yourself you feel like sharing. Helps make it more accurate. I'll draw you one and we'll see how close it is, yeah?

[Ryan places the card back down, shuffling the deck one more time.]

It's always easiest in person, but why not experiment a little? I could always use the practice.

((ooc note on this: I'm not going to be picking specific cards for characters who respond, so if any are off base that's why! he's not going to always be right IC, so I'm leaving an element of chance here.))

knaval

[riptide seems a little unsure when the video starts; his optical ridges are furrowed in a sort of frown. they ease off after a moment, however.]

Uh. Hi? These last few days sure have been... [he trails off, puffing up his cheeks then exhaling.] ...anyway. I think we're okay now! I mean, it's kinda hard to see or do anything but it's the optimism that counts, really. Keeps up morale. Can those guys we picked up see this? [a thumbs up at the camera.] You're probably gonna be fine!

[doing this is not his forte, clearly.]

Apparently I'm the wing repair officer now. If anyone is related to that, buzz me. Oh, and the welcomer mentioned other Cybertronians? Skids, if you're around, I'm gonna need a hand, buddy.

[he looks about to turn off the video then stops.]

One last thing: sorry about the Nomo deck walls. I slipped. It'll buff out! Y'know, eventually.

backsassin

Saw that Link’d Inc guy in the mess hall today. Anybody else wondering why he isn’t in the hold?

Come on, he was party to, if not directly responsible for, the kidnapping of who knows how many children, and we’re just going to let him walk around like all’s forgiven? His father’s company was enslaving kids and he knew it. Might’ve even helped. That would be bad enough it was only adults on the ship, but the Ingress picked up several kids with the last batch of newcomers, not to mention the ones who came with the Emirians. And the captains are still letting him walk around unsupervised?

I understand that he helped us get off the planet; that’s enough reason not to kill him and maybe, maybe not to hand him over to the authorities at the next inhabited planet we find. But that doesn’t mean we should pretend that he was an innocent bystander in what Link’d Inc was doing to those kids on Emiri. We have to look after our own.

At least tell me we’re stopping somewhere to drop him off. The sooner he’s off the ship, the better.

realitywarped

[Loki is, as always, smiling, apparently entirely unconcerned by the situation. And, to be fair- the situation isn't of his making, and it isn't currently proving particularly dangerous to any of the few people he might be inclined to be upset about getting harmed. He'll get upset later, if they are.

He waves at the camera, a brief wiggle of his fingers, before he folds them, leaning on the edge of a plain white workbench somewhere in a plain white room. There's a row of tools hanging on the wall behind him, but not much else.]

Hello- again, if we've met, or not, if you're one of the very easily timed influx of new arrivals. If you're one of those, welcome to the ship, you're probably not going to enjoy the stay terribly much, and no, once you've checked in you almost certainly can't leave. I'm Loki, for what that's worth.

[He tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, not quite meeting the camera. It's... not particularly Loki-ish to offer help, unprompted, but he supposes he might as well. Besides, he most likely isn't going to do it for free.]

I bring you one or two offers that may or may not help, considering the corpse at the feast and the fact we're once again likely to be number one on yet another planet's most wanted list- and speaking of which, perhaps we can not make this one implode?

[He's... committed enough genocide, thanks. Past life, but still his memories.]

But yes- firstly! I finally broke into one of the many locked rooms, thankfully one entirely free of deadly skeletons, and found- well-

[He pans the camera; the room is barely recognisable as a forge, but close enough. The actual forge, anvil, water bath, tools, although everything is kind of rounded off and matte and black.]

I've been experimenting, and of course things take time, but if the Ingress swallowed your perfectly serviceable weapon and you'd like a new one, I'm usually capable enough.

[He pans back to himself.]

Secondly- and you don't know what making this offer means, so appreciate it- I'm the god of tricks and being in places you really shouldn't be. So should you have an emergency, and you ask particularly nicely, I may be able to offer one or two magical disguises, perhaps an odd emergency portal to the surface. I'll accept bribery, fervent praise, or favours to be collected at a later date in payment.

fight4theusers

[The video comes on to show Tron in one of the medbay beds, sitting up but propped up on the bed as it's reclined. He looks tired, if a program can appear to be so, and the T-shaped pattern of circuits visible at his neck are dim, fading and brightening slowly. When he speaks, his voice is softer than usual, as though it's an effort to talk.]

Some of you may have discovered by now that there is another program aboard the ship. His name is Rinzler and he... can be very dangerous. If you see someone who looks nearly identical to me, but whose circuit lights are red, please try to avoid contact.

[Tron closes his eyes briefly, his circuits pulsing and dimming again. When he blinks them open, he looks as though he wants to say more, but he shakes his head minutely and concludes the video.] That is all.

[Private to Meh Yewll]
This is beyond my ability to self-repair. You are one of the few on this ship who may be able to help, though.

[Private to Sam Flynn]
I may require your assistance.

[[OOC: Tron was badly injured in a fight against Rinzler here. Feel free to come bother him in the medbay or ask prying questions!]

backsassin

[On the afternoon of the 18th, crewmembers will receive an audio message on their MIDs, the speaker on the other end sounding more than a little tense.]

Hey, uh, I’ve got some news for you if you live on Moro Deck. And it's... not really the good kind. [There’s the distinct pause of someone trying to think of a tactful way to put something that doesn’t easily lend itself to tact.] Long story short, there is probably a saberdart somewhere on the floor. And that saberdart might be loaded with, um... deadly neurotoxin. [At the very least, Zam seems to sound contrite about this state of affairs, and she rarely sounds contrite about anything.] It also might not be, though if you find it, I wouldn’t take any chances.

I'm looking for it now, but in the meantime, if you’re hanging around Mero Deck, you might want to keep your shoes on. And look out for something small, silver, and sharp. If you do find it, just don’t let it break the skin and you’ll be fine. [A pause.] Probably.

stompadour

This is Jasper. It's been brought to my attention that one of the recent arrivals on board this ship is a Gem called Rose Quartz, concealing herself in a... human-looking body and calling herself 'Steven'. Apparently she's green now, but she can't disguise the Rose Quartz gem in her stomach.

She might look small and harmless in this new form, but Rose Quartz is an incredibly dangerous war criminal whose actions led to the destruction of countless Gems and she remains unrepentant for the damage she's done. It is of utmost importance that she's contained, so that when this ship's technology is finally able to return us to our home dimensions custody can be transferred to myself and Peridot and she can be transported to our Homeworld to answer for her crimes.

I'd appreciate the crew's cooperation.

peridork

Greetings... fellow crew members.

[It looks like it pained her a just a tiny little bit to say that last part, if the shadow of a grimace that passes over her face is any indication.]

It occurs to me that many of you may not yet know me. Allow me to introduce myself: Peridot, cryo repair technician and senior crew member aboard this ship.

[She's been here for over 3 months now, which, by her measure? Means she's significantly more senior here than all you NOOBS.]

I'm creating this message because I have an offer to extend to all of you less technologically savvy cl-- People. Like everyone else on the Moira, I have my assigned duties, which I do, as requested, with regular efficiency. But unlike most of you, I'd rather not dribble away valuable so-called "free time" doing "recreation" [literal air quotes] and other such nonsense.

[She pauses. Sighs dramatically.] Unfortunately, I'm finding myself with an excess of "free time", because unlike you organic lifeforms, I do not require food or "sleep", and the duties assigned to me by the Captains only keep me occupied for so many hours of the day.

This is where my offer comes in: If you have any mechanical equipment that needs maintenance, or if you need some kind of device engineered and constructed, you are welcome to contact my personal channel and request my assistance. I think you will find my skills to be more than satisfactory.

[She looks like she's about to sign off, but then has a second thought.]

Oh... And before you clods start bombarding me with the same idiotic questions over and over, allow me to address the more common ones for you: No, I am not a "mutant" human. I am a gem. If you really want to know what gems are, I can forward you a helpful primer on the subject so that I don't have to waste my breath explaining it for the thousandth time since I was dragged aboard this ship. Yes, you heard correctly when I said that gems are not organic lifeforms. And lastly, no, I am NOT a "robot".

[Satisfied that that should keep at least some of the imbeciles at bay, she nods curtly.]

Thank you for your consideration. Peridot, signing off.

isdronning

This is Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

[ She appears on the network calm and composed, no smile or anything, but she hesitates after speaking. She feels a bit awkward about addressing everyone on the ship so soon after her arrival, but it's important. It's an important step in her plan to keep herself at a distance from others, to keep them all safe from her. So here she is, likely to sound like a horribly rude person, but it needs to be done. ]

...I suppose titles have no meaning here anymore. No matter. This is Elsa, and I would simply like to request that those of you on the same deck as me avoid my room. Consider it off limits. I-- I have a certain need for privacy and don't like to be disturbed.

That said, now for those that I work with: please keep your distance from me while we work together. I...wouldn't want anything to happen. By that, I mean I... I have an aversion to touch. It makes me uncomfortable and I wouldn't want to make anyone else uncomfortable, either.

I realize these may seem like odd requests, but they are what I require. Thank you for taking them into consideration and thank you for your time.

[ There's a curt nod, and the video feed cuts off. ]

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