thisavrou

[When the feed starts there's a quick flash of Elizabeth's distressed face before a flash of quick movement jerks the TAB away and Elizabeth yelps. There's a struggle happening, and a lot of what's being recorded is jerkycam of the ceiling. After a few seconds, some grunting, and solid thumping noises, Elizabeth comes back into view.]

This is Elizabeth DeWitt, I'm in my apartment, in the private collection and--

[The camera is obscured again by something pale covered in gray splotches. It takes a minute for the camera to focus while Elizabeth is shouting 'No, no, no, let go, let go!', but eventually it does focus to reveal... words on a page.]

[She screams again and the TAB goes flying and lands on its side, finally giving the viewer a clear shot of what's going on. Elizabeth is on her side and being swarmed by what can only be described as... overly excited puppy-sized books. At least fifty of them, all the same size and color. They hop about on the corners of their covers, flapping and clinging to Elizabeth while she tries to get up and fight them off. Gently, of course. Don't hurt the books. She starts shouting:]

I'm in the Moira's private collection in my apartment in Region Five and I need some help here!

[One of the books hops over to the TAB and after hopping around it, somehow picks it up and starts shaking it again, viciously, until it flies into a shelf and bounces until it stops against a box marked 'Thán's Collection - DO NOT LOAN OUT - Hands Off, Snart'.]

alterplex

[ Brevity is a virtue of Venom's: he doesn't mince words when he throws his very concise, very curt statement up onto the network, staying pragmatic for the sake of time. It's a bit of a deviation from his standard to rely on text for communication, but he's in a bit of a bind right now. ]

Don't wander near West Leslie’s Fish Market and Creatatorium. It's one tourist trap you're gonna want to avoid.

[ He's absolutely not going to say that something fishy is going on because that pun is terrible, but it's implied. Heavily.

Actually, you know what, a picture is worth a thousand words: he sends a photo attachment approximating the area he's stumbled into, which he figures should speak for itself. A dim room with people strapped onto a bed, hooked up to suspicious-looking fluids; not exactly a vote of confidence cast in favor of this colony. ]

Try to exercise discretion.

(( OOC: this is a post to let people know about this plot right here! feel free to ask him about deets (he's still there, in this weird fishroom, texting and trying to figure out a gameplan), and feel free to drop in here to give him backup!

if you want to plot anything, go ahead and PM me or PP me at

deuil as well! depending on what happens here, i'll be setting up a starter on the event log post— hit me up with anything and everything, peeps, i'm def here for all your input! ♥ ))

vengeance_driven

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Hello, I'm Niko Bellic. And I'm in charge of the Cargo Bay...

Except, I do not think I want to be. I have been working there for eleven months. [Back when he wanted to avoid fighting, when he wanted to attempt his route of being peaceful and avoid conflict, it had been helpful. Even more so when he wanted to avoid his initial job in the then-existent bar; yes, he sometimes drinks, but he couldn't tolerate the constant presence of habitual drunkards. Alcoholism never left good impressions with him. Being given the Cargo Bay position had been great. He had quiet time, could drive loaders, could do mindless work. But now? Not so much...] If I go, though, there will be very few other workers to handle everything. [And he's not such a prick that he'd leave them to suffer the work alone.] Would anyone be willing to go in there? Because I would like to do something else now.

Also after this whole ship rearranging thing, it has been a lot of work, I have done a lot of moving, and I would kind of like to play some darts or something. [This grumpy Serb just sounds tired as hell today.] Luckily a game that doesn't require any power to play.

Let me know, ah?

hohnkai

[On the 17th, Captain Thán sends out a text message addressing all Moirans.]

The environment on the ship has been extremely hostile, more than what's typical for us, and that has to stop. The punishment system was put into play to discourage these kinds of actions, but there have been more after its installation.

This means that things are going to change, beginning with the treatment of other crew members.

As your captains, we don't wish to force anyone to do anything, and we'd prefer that everyone learn to live and work together to achieve our common goal, but that idle behavior we've adopted is now over. All of us are extremely displeased.

We're going to start with reworking the punishment system. This will mean the creation of new positions (arresting officers, mediation officers, etc.), and the implementation of new rules.

Please state your suggestions, thoughts, and offer yourself as candidates for the new roles.

[Messages will come from all the captains.]

cardboard_boss

[For once the feed snaps on to show Venom in a calm state, not pressing the MID on by mistake. He's mastered that now. Similar to an iDroid in that regard. A thin trail of smoke blows across the screen, as he shifts into position to talk.]

Just wanted to ask if anyone wants combat or self defence training. I'm willing to teach those who want to learn.

[He thought it would be a good idea, since he didn't know what the missions the captains would send them on next. Always good to know how to fight and defend yourself, right?]

Only asking, since it might help defend ourselves against threats during missions in the future. If anyone wants to contact me I'm on the MID and currently in the training room.

[He didn't usually advertise to teach skills but why not? If he could train people up aboard the Moira, it wouldn't be that much different to Diamond Dogs. Trained crew was always a good thing in Venom's books. He inhaled his cigar and let out the smoke slowly before asking his last question.]

Just one more question. Can you actually die aboard this ship or do you go into some kind of stasis? [He's always wanted to ask that, more out of morbid curiosity.]

ryuuzaki

A few questions: What do you wish you had been told when you were new to the Moira? Relatedly, what do you think it's important for people who are new to the ship to know? Any answer you can think of is a valid one, although responses from people who have been here longer than most are especially welcome.

sidecars

Since timing was never an old man's best skill, I've been informed
Only a day before mind you
That Miller's birthday is tomorrow

We need to surprise the hell out of him!!
Now I've got the party organization handled
But who here can whip up a cake?
Because I sure can't

I figure we can just take over a portion of the mess hall
Let me know who is coming so I've got enough cake
And you all better bring presents!

I'll need a distraction team too
Got to keep Miller occupied until the party so he doesn't know what's up
Anyone want to volunteer?

heroicpose

[ Rodimus is standing in the cargo bay since that was one of the few places that he can comfortably move around. He gives he huge, charming smile to the video, his optics squinting somewhat in his enthusiasm. ]

So, I can't happen but notice we've docked at a planet that's most uninhabited, which means no buildings or people to accidentally squash or injure!

Which leads me into my next question. Does anyone have any grenades? Size probably doesn't matter as long as they're able to be set for detonation by our huge robot fingers.

Anyone who wants to join in on a little bit of grenade tag is welcome, of course. If we get enough people we can split off into teams!

[ Organics can withstand a few explosions right??? ]

cardboard_boss

....we gotta get it out......[The feed is knocked on accidentally to show a writhing, sweating Venom Snake clutching at the sheets of his bed obviously having some sort of nightmare. His breathing is ragged and his words are spilling uncontrollably from his lips, as he battles in his dream.]

.....no time....no time for anaesthetic....we-we have to open her now......

[More crying out in pain. What was he dreaming about? He is in pain, it's all over his face, as he winced during a bad scene in the dream.]

...Boss!...b-breathing's stable.....no active....no active bleeding.....she's clean I'm closing her up......

[Snake grabbed his sheet and let out another ragged cry of pain. Ripping the sheet clean off the bed, beads of sweat on his brow.]

.....hold her steady....got to be a- continuous suture....

...n-no! Huey...no! you bastard.....

[Snake ripped the bed sheets in two, as he eyes snapped open and a silent scream left his lips. He awoke to the sound of DD barking loudly, obviously upset at seeing his master having a nightmare. He jumped onto the bed and began licking at Snake's face. What the hell? He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His dream felt real. Too real. He wasn't aboard the helicopter now and Paz was no longer there. Big Boss was there neither. Kaz, Chico.....everyone gone. He was aboard the Moira. A nightmare. Another flashback. He wiped his forehead and felt sweat there. How long would these dreams effect him? He petted DD and tried to reassure him. Damn.]

clericals

[It's her first post on the network. It won't be her last. Karen slides her fingers through her hair, obviously looking for a place to start.]

Okay, does anyone feel like they've actually adjusted to all of this? I know I haven't been here for long, and even when you know for a fact that there are aliens, when you've seen them come down and make a mess out of New York City, you just never expect to be taken on board an actual spaceship. [There's a nervous little laugh at that before she takes a deep breath.] But this happened, so...

[Karen looks directly at the video and smiles.]

So I guess I'll start. Uhm...for those I haven't met, my name is Karen Page. I'm from Vermont, originally, but I moved to New York. Hell's Kitchen - I know, it sounds like a terrible place, and it can be. But there's also some really good people. I work at a law firm there. I'm not a lawyer, I'm...I make coffee and answer phones and I'm the deciding vote in things like whether or not we're having pizza or Thai food for lunch.

[And it's worth noting that the more she talks about her life, the more her face lights up.]

So, who wants to tell me more about themselves? Like where you're from and what you do there, or anything - just anything.

[Conversation always makes for the best distraction. She catches her breath.]

I promise I'll listen.

deal

[Cassandra glances over before focusing on her wind up music box, and begins slowly turning the handle. Music starts to play, a tune that may be familiar to people from Earth. She's not doing this to play music for everyone though, so she stops after a handful of seconds, looking thoughtful.]

It's funny. You hate home until you've been gone from it long enough, and then you get homesick and home is all you can think about. No matter how shitty it is, you forget about all of the bad things and only care about the people you left behind.

[The music box is picked up and clinched in her hand.]

Do you think it's possible to get a message back to someone? Has anyone tried communicating outside the ship yet? If things like this - [She drops the music box in her hand on the table she's sitting at.] can come through the Ingress to us, we have to be able to send things back through it.

warandpeace

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[After Miller has gotten back from the station, helping Liquid (much to David's irritation) and assisting in a Bucky rescue. He had immediately had taken a shower and made sure his glasses were perfectly intact. But then? He made it to his room.]

[And this is the most exhausted sounding audio post he can probably make.]

Could someone bring me some new blankets and sheets for my bed on Nomo deck? It's #007. Apparently in my short time at the station, my husky saw fit to fill my bed with her small dogs. [And then to assure the few parties he knows will be concerned.] She's fine. They're fine. [It's just a mess.]

Apologies to my roommates. I'll have it cleaned up quickly. [He's been very on top of cleaning up after her. He's fussy enough to do this. But at the moment? After the prison? A little overwhelmed at the moment.]

realitywarped

[Loki's in his kitchen again, leaning against one of the freezers.]

Hello, assorted crew of the Moira! As I was very recently reminded, thank you Chara, I seem to have a severed head in my freezer. If you'd like to reclaim it, let me know.

[He shrugs at the camera like severed heads aren't all that weird- and maybe they aren't. He remembers being one, once or twice, after all.]

Ah, and if you're after low-tech weaponry, do let me know. With the station so very dull for exploring, I seem to have a little downtime. I believe the armoury can handle the more exotic options, but if it's just a sharp stabby implement you're after, I can manage those.

[Read: he isn't risking people seeing his medical profile again- or the blood overlay he's heard about in the prison wing.]

cardboard_boss

[Boss is pretty pleased with his new rank of Lautus, as he has a brand new stand-up bath given to him by the ship's captains no less. A handy and helpful tool if there ever was one. But the feed will show not Boss inside the shower..(Thank goodness you might say)...but a dog. Yep, that's right....

...Venom is washing DD in the stand-up shower or trying to. What? It makes a good dog bath, right?]

DD, stay! Damn....can't get the right temperature on this thing.....

[Snake went to turn the knob, as DD stared up at him looking rather wary but obedient none the less. That was until the rush of water coming out of the nozzle hits him. DD howled, as the freezing water hit his fur.]

Damn! DD....what the?- No! DD! Come back!

[Too late. The dog is out of the room before Venom can jump on his dog. Water splashed everywhere and one wet dog is now running amok aboard the ship. Great. Venom turned off the stand-up shower and cursed himself.]

Stupid shower.....how can you wash a dog in it....temperature's all wrong. [Venom now turned his attention towards his MID which was actually on for the whole thing. Really? Damn.]

If anyone sees a wet dog running around the ship he's mine. He's called DD and will answer to that name. It's my fault. Could you please return him to me if you see him or get in contact with me.

Thanks.

[Now to search for the dog. If Ocelot found out.....]

goodluckkobra

[ The video comes on and it's mostly his bright yellow motorcycle helmet, the garish smiling face and GOOD LUCK printed over the visor. ]

--fuckin' hell.

[ He's off balance, but he catches himself and flips up the visor to give a toothy grin. ]

Lookin' to get my hands on some paint or dye or fabric. Bright colors.

[ He looks thoughtful for a moment. ]

Or music. Somethin' loud and fast. Gotta be somethin' worth looking at or listening to on this ship.

Name's Kobra Kid, by the way. Anyone heard of me? Kind of a big deal where I'm from.

mttbrandlegs

[Despite being relatively new to this form of communication, Mettaton finds himself easily starting a video, and his smile is both genuine and charismatic as he addresses the crew fully for the first time since he got here!]

Hello, beauties! Now that I've caught a free moment to myself, I thought I'd say hello to all of you at once and finally break in this old thing!

[He winks briefly. ~~Everyone should consider themselves fortunate that he doesn't pose dramatically~~.]

My name is Mettaton, former shining robot star of the Underground! I's been nice meeting a few of you, and I hope that I can make very good friends with everyone else just as easily!

I would like to clarify my main position on the ship to everyone; I'm a Cybernetics Technician! Since that is not my forte, I humbly ask that if anyone has prior experience, would you be so kind as to share your knowledge? I assure you, I'm a quick learner!

[Being a bot has advantages.]

I think that's about all I wanted to say--oh, wait! Maybe I should let you know that I do not always keep to one form. I'm able to switch about freely, and while I prefer looking as fabulous as I am right now, that's not always possible. So if you see this--

[Here have a picture he drew of himself.]

--that's me too! It's more battery-friendly to be a beautiful box sometimes!

Okay, I think that covers everything! I'm sure I have something to do around here anyway~ Toodles, darlings!

wordstoliveby

As it's been quite some time since I last did this, it seems time to reintroduce myself for the sake of the new members of the crew and those who aren't aware.

My name is Harry Hart and my assigned job upon the ship is Tailor. It was my job back on my world of origin and it seems I'm to continue it for as long as I'm here. What this means for you is that should you require alterations to your uniform to make it fit properly or need something entirely new crafted you have options beyond having to make it yourself or learning to do without.

Should you have need of anything, please contact myself or my assistant Ryan Farrow via the MID and we will do our best to accommodate your request. We may need some extra time to work on... unusual requests but I can assure you that we'll figure out a solution that works for everyone. After all, if we are to survive out here we might as well have clothing that suits our needs, don't you think?

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.

cardboard_boss

It's nothing. Really. I just need some bandages or disinfectant. Or something.

[If anyone will be watching they will notice a man trying to hold the MID up whilst pulling away part of his Moira uniform over his forearm. The material is a dark colour, covered in blood from where the Scraplet hoard had chewed on his prosthetic and around the skin where it joined his body.]

It could be infected. Damn! [Ahab cursed when he lifted the fabric from the wound and saw it was a deep cut, probably infected by the looks of things. Being a man he thought it would be ok and go away but guess what? It was oozing with disgusting stuff.]

Don't want to make a scene but I might need some supplies or aid from a doctor. Ship's doctor probably. Damn metal creatures nearly took my arm off. [Ahab sighed. More out of irritation. The fight he had with them was over but now he had to deal with the aftermath. Possibly damage to his prosthetic and real arm where the creatures had torn a nasty gash.]

DD! Stay! [The screen will show an obscured dog's head trying to lick the wound better. Bless him. Snake didn't want his dog to ingest any of it, so chided him away.]

curiousnotmalicious

[Dutch is in the mess again, sitting at a table. There’s a half empty bottle of something in front of her. When she finally speaks to her public she speaks in a sing-song voice.] Guess what I’ve got?

[She drops red and blue circular chips from one hand onto her lap, then picks up a deck of cards, fanning it out slightly to show the numbers and suits.]

I got a surprise in my mailbox the other day that’ll enable all of us to get on that little poker game I was trying to organize.

[She organizes the cards back into the deck and sets them down on the table in front of her.]

Who’s up for a friendly game of cards?

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