thisavrou

[His tech tells him he can stay a week on the Ingress Complex - he's not feeling it.

Bryan was born and raised in metal can floating in space. Maybe he missed it sometimes, but once he'd had the ground beneath his feet, it'd felt like home. Might be because he was from farm station and he could actually do some real good on a planet with dirt and room to grow, but he didn't think people were really meant to spend their whole lives in the stars.

So he tells the love birds he's going to look around and takes the first ride down on the EN-Line to Kauto. It sparks up a ton of questions.]

Hey, name's Bryan. New to the area, fresh out of that blue tunnel.

Anyone in region one looking to make a trade? Fine company and an iou in exchange for a meal. [The first month's stipend had to stretch, but as someone who has never eaten half the things these restaurants are advertising, he can't be blamed for asking.]

I've got a few more questions.

Anyone know anything about that storm that's got us pinned in?
What are the farms like?
Are there many people my age around?
What the hell is a tanglesnake?

[All important questions, obviously.]

deconstruct

[ well this has fuck all to do with either the holidays or cave spelunking, but here we go. ]

is anyone here a catholic priest? or any kind of priest?

or someone who can marry people, i guess?

asking for a friend.

actually asking for a friend. don't start having an aneurysm, alva, put up your wallet.

deconstruct

[ technically, andyr's been here for over a year, and still not properly addressed the network wholesale, as most do within their first week or so. in real time, time he can actually remember, it's been more like four months, but either way, he's only been around on the MIDs when jumping into other posts, yet to actually introduce himself, hermit of a vent crawling stalker that he's been.

and guess what, this still isn't introducing himself. instead, it's some odd wooden token that he's holding up to the camera, two snakes intertwined on it. ]

This showed up in my mailbox. Belong to anyone?

[ please tell him he just ended up with someone else's mail by accident, as otherwise this just feels creepy as all fuck. ]

Or anyone recognize it? Does crap like this happen a lot? [ andyr sighs, flipping the token over in his hand, lips pressed in a line as he frowns at it, muttering under his breath. ] Don't want none of this freaky, voodoo shit.

readytocomply

[It's not the same as before where he'd woken up with a light breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, and the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's blue light and too much wind. There's nothing normal about that. The communication device strapped to his hand is cold. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the long hall and unfamiliar faces tell him something's off. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.

Bucky goes through the motions. Steels himself while he's checked out. Signs the contract. Lets someone take him to his room and then walks the halls. Now back in his room, he clicks on the MID. His face is half-hidden and voice low. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He's combed every inch of this goddamn ship and he can't find Steve anywhere.]

I'm looking for someone. Tall. Blond. Loves America.

[It's risky to put it out there. He doesn't know these people and trust isn't something he gives easily. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Someone from Wonderland. Someone from back home. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]

His name's Steve.

[There's a brief pause.]

If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.

[The feed cuts off.]

[ooc: this bucky is a crau from another game. he thinks that he never left his previous game world and that it is during an 'event'. i'm so sorry if he confuses anyone.]

culver

[First, there’s audio. There actually isn’t any sound, except the soft sound of someone breathing. Then there’s something of a little huff, and then a very distressed-sounding breath being taken.

The breathing stops. There’s silence for a few moments, and then some scratching as fingers run over the MID's microphone. A softer brushing, as hair goes over it; she put it up to her ear. A few more curious taps with her fingers, and then the audio ends. The text function is next.]

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he ine

[Finally, the video flips on. A pair of bright, bright, big blue eyes are blinking curiously at the communicator. The frame tips up to show straw-yellow bangs, and then up towards the ceiling. After a moment it swivels down to the ground, showing a pair of standard-issue Moira boots. It swivels up again to show Nill.

She tilts her head to one side, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. And now that it’s out of the way, one small, white wing is visible behind her back.

Suddenly, she looks very distressed; her eyes widen very noticeably, and her brows furrow. Now a pair of wings are very visible behind her; they’re standing straight up, twitching with agitation. Her lips press into a thin line, and then she turns the camera away from her, giving a panoramic view of where she is; she’s standing near the elevator on Moro deck. She's here, so now what? Heine isn't nearby, and she needs to find him.

The young girl turns the camera back to her, the recording times out on her distressed face.]

pleasereset

If anyone comes across a building called Pay for Exchange, don't go in it.

[Asriel's voice sounds shaky and clearly upset with something. Maybe he should've switched to text, but he thinks it's too late now.]

They... they sell copies of people - people you can swap bodies with for a day. And they'll make copies of anyone who goes in their store, real actually alive copies too.

[Asriel's still sick to his stomach that he found "himself" for sale, but clearly the people on this colony didn't exactly see why it was a problem to sell living, unconscious bodies. But he's too scared to go back...]

J-just stay far away from it, okay? They don't ask you or anything, and they don't have any problems making a copy of you and putting it up for sale.

[ooc: Info for Pay for Exchange and what Asriel saw found here!]

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! ♥ ))

kidjoy

theres a place here. the LunaBelle. fancy eatin place kinda far in they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out

prorenataa

[ When the video feed clicks on the images it displays are not of a person but rather a work space. If anyone is familiar with the labs of the MedBay, this looks to be one of those, the flat surface of which is covered by bits and bobs.

Adrien's voice comes across clearly on audio, even if he's being a rude shit and not looking at the device. ]

Oh for FU ... [ the expletive is choked off by an annoyed pounding, and frustrated growl. ] ... SAKE!

[ There is a pause, a deep breath and then, in a very deliberately calm tone. ]

I'm trying to execute a small project, for Medical, involving the MIDs.

I know what the final result should be and I believe I have the necessary raw materials but getting from point A to point B is proving beyond my technical knowledge.

Is there anyone available who could spare a couple of hours to help me work on this?

[ Before he tries to punch the bulkhead and ends up with a busted fist. ]

procedures

[ His is a familiar face, if a lot more groomed in terms of facial hair. Alva's wearing the medbay colors, the gold bar on his clothes visible against a borrowed coat, as well as a serious look on his face. He's got his arms crossed too, with the sleeves pulled a third of the way up. ]

Just to get it out of the way first, my name's Alva. I'm not Rogers or Gant. I'm not related to them. I don't have a surname, and I don't have superpowers. That's not the point of this video, though.

Currently I'm assigned to the Medbay as a physician. No specialty, I'm assuming. But before I came on board this ship, I was working as a lab tech at a medical facility where part of my duties included taking care of specific— ["Patients"? Val's not a patient; he was born in the labs. ] Wards, as individuals or as groups, depends on the need. I guess you could say I was also a nurse, of a sort.

My point is— one of my wards is here. His name is Valarie Milos. [ He raises picture of Val, printed out, to the camera. ] I believe some of you have met him.

So you're probably wondering, "why does a young man like him need a nurse for?" He isn't that old. He's only six. I've been looking after him since he was small, and as I've not been reassigned from that duty, I'm going to continue doing so on this ship. Please don't give him any alcohol, any sweets, anything spicy. He'll make himself sick. He is not, under any circumstances, supposed to lift anything heavier than ten kilos in weight. If you find him injured or hurt in any way, please contact me immediately.

And please don't give him any more cats.

—On a related note, if anyone has any specific allergies, please let us at the medbay know. At your convenience, but preferably sooner than later. We're trying to assess how much anti-allergens we have on hand relative to the ship's population, but some of the data seems a little out of date.

Thank you.

redshitlord

[Ah, here we have the not-so-illusive Sideswipe. Fresh, red hot angry teenager for you, Moira. All those blue lights on his armor glowing hotly. Here is a robot child with a bone to pick.]

[He's standing outside his room -- if anyone knows for sure where that is, and... bristling. As much as a guy covered in armor can bristle.]

Okay! So, hey, are we done arresting each other for stupid stuff?

[Sideswipe 'mutiny' isn't stupid--]

Because, I gotta say, if anyone else has a problem with Riptide? You're gonna take it up with me! That's right. Me.

[A guy who looks more like a beanpole than a warrior.]

The great Earth-Cop Sideswipe! Team Bee's finest! And Riptide's mine to handle, so there. No one else gets any other ideas about dragging him anywhere, no matter your universe. Unless you want to get sideswiped.

Out the airlock.

...

Oh yeah also, if you're tiny and organic and some idiot the size of a building starts throwing down? Page me. I'll be your one-way-ticket out of smashville.

warandpeace

☄ Audio
I've not had the chance to bring it up. However, a while ago I added some competitive programs to the training simulation room. They're meant to give people another healthy outlet for conflict and hostile energy as well as improve skills as matched by an opponent.

There are several games as well as the option to customize your own. There are also two settings. One "honest" where cheating will absolutely not be tolerated. One "deceptive" where cheating is so long as the AI referees don't catch you and you don't cause serious harm to your opponent. Surprisingly, both have their merits.

This is also a reminder that you can get hurt in there. It is possible, so ask a Med Bay staff member if to come along if necessary.

That said, I'd like to speak to someone on the medical staff if you have the time. At least I'll have a better idea of who people can request aid from while I'm at it. But I understand with recent changes you might have to wait.

madrush

[There's one thing about the MIDs that Tommy can't stand and that's how they're strapped to his hand. Nobody, nobody, can take a good video unless they can extend their hands all the way out and bend them up at angles that aren't natural. Otherwise, the screens too close and tilted wrong. He tries to send a video first, and it's a messy shot of his face before he gives up and sends a text.]

A couple things. Would someone tell me why anyone thought being on a space ship is a good idea? There's nowhere to run.

[Which is the most important thing, obviously.]

Second, I'm looking for some recruits to form a team. Not just anybody. Anyone that's different and wants to stand up to the bad guys. If you're interested, let me know. Thanks.

[Oh yeah.]

I'll be in the cargo bay if you want to meet in person. White hair, ask for Speed.

otiosity

Not to interrupt any serious conversations anyone is having about dim hallways and new captains and stumbling into another dimension but-

Does anyone have an extra set of clothes for sale for a tall.... tall-ish person? My only pair were taken by slavers and I don't have enough sense of duty and authority to wear the uniform they gave to me. [Read: SHE THINKS IT LOOKS AWFUL.] And I have been told in the past by certain people that it's not "appropriate for the city's champion" to refuse to wear proper clothes. So basically, looking for something non pretentious and and that properly marks me as the dashing rogue that I am.

In exchange, I can give you 5 gold coins, a deck of glass playing cards, 2 magic tricks, and a beautiful piece of artwork to hang in your room by our favorite local artist Nathan Drake.

Please send all inquiries to Hawke at the talkie thing on your wrist.

scope

-- Ah, here we go.

[ The video feed flickers into view, any of you unfamiliar with aliens might be in for a shocking sight, because there's one looking right at you, and his voice sounds strange, too, like there's a much lower voice speaking at the same time, like there's some strange melding of the two. Garrus leans back slightly, nods towards the camera of the device mounted on his wrist, a brief, simple greeting, and turians don't exactly smile, but there's still something of it in his expression, his head slightly tipped to the side. The view's maybe bobbing slightly, as if he's on the move -- and he is, fresh from the medbay and heading up towards what he thinks is his assigned quarters, but hell if he knows. This ship seems massive. ]

The Moira, right? [ A low whistle. ] Fancy. Still learning my way around, but this place sure does know how to spoil a turian. Can't say I've seen any tech like this before, but I'm suitably impressed, even with all the flickering lights.

Not happy. But impressed. [ A pause, a dry kind of laugh. ] Just might want to send a maintenance crew around though.

The name's Garrus Vakarian, and if you've never heard of me, you're maybe-almost-definitely missing out. [ His tone is jovial enough to be clear that he's mostly joking rather than being unbearably cocky, but, well. Mostly. ] Maybe you've heard of other things though. Palaven? The Citadel? Sound familiar at all -- how about a show of hands?

-- And if anyone can direct me to the mess, I'm positively dying to find out if there's any food here that won't kill me.

[ HE SURE HOPES THERE IS ]

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.

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