thisavrou

[The ACE activates to show a brief video: the murky air of a contaminated hallway, occupied by a dark-armored shape with glowing red points of light. Those who know Rinzler will find the helmet-tilt plenty familiar. Those who aren't might wonder at the purpose: of the broadcast, or of the rattling whir of noise that fills the background of the feed. Both stare and sound will persist for several seconds before the video promptly shuts off.

Introductions clearly and obviously complete, Rinzler reverts to texting.]

Request data on available security personnel for groups: "away team", "home team".

Non-security combat functions also accepted.

[Just... skeptically.]

Private to: Roommates, Clu, Alan, Wash

Status?

Private to: Shiro

Request status of security subgroup.

inconsequence

( cw for discussion of child death, poisoning )

seeingscarlet

[Obviously no one's happy with how this has played out. They may have a way off this deserted rock but it's another promise from yet another group of strange people that if they play along for just a little longer, they can go home.

And after being stuck here for almost a year and a half (technically more if you count the weird party moon), Wanda's faith in all of these strangers, however well-meaning, is pretty much slim to none.]

If the Savrii can't send us home quickly, I think we should try to stay together. I am not sure I trust anyone else.

[She shrugs.]

They mean to help, but they are not the first.

ventifact

[it's been a while since rey has shown her face on the network. this will be the first time she's used the TAB to do so, and she's unceremoniously stuck it to bb-9's... face. the droid beeps softly, letting rey know that the video is recording. the scavenger is sitting cross-legged with her back to a wall, her staff laid across her knees and her pack beside her. she does not look pleased. in fact, she is frowning very deeply. she isn't very comfortable actually talking to people, but this is important, so she's making the effort.]

Wasn't there a point to all this?

[she pauses, knowing she should probably be more specific.]

The planets, the months of travel, everything— [her voice has been getting louder, so she stops for a breath. she has to calm herself down, pushing flyaway hairs from her face.]

We were supposed to be able to go home. We wasted a fracking year on that moon—if we'd gotten here a year sooner, would this all have been the same? We all saw the corpses on the way here. They died for this—some of us died for this. Coming to this hub, finding this working Ingress... that was supposed to be the end. But now we're just going to go to another planet, another unknown, and what? Live there? Or will there be another promise made, another contract to sign? Another delay to our return?

That's shit. We all know it's shit.

[rey sighs, closing her eyes and not speaking for a few more moments. she's tired, and just wants to go back to jakku. she just wants to go back to her old life, since what was supposed to be her new life seems nigh impossible now. she reaches forward to shut off the TAB, mumbling one more sentence under her breath:]

Why wasn't it the end?

handofrapture

[I hope everyone’s ready for some surrealist content on the network because the captains just gifted the Big Sister with a box of sidewalk chalk and she is determined to communicate.

The video feed opens on a boulder -- likely one found around the exterior of one of the many cave systems nearby. On that boulder, in the shaky, uncertain scrawl of someone copying a picture from memory rather than consciously writing, the word “ADAM” is drawn in pink chalk. The camera hangs on that word for a moment -- and then suddenly jars to the side. It refocuses on what appears to be a glass tube held in a pale hand with long, spidery fingers. The hand turns the tube so the viewer can see inside. The sides of it are stained red and umber. Some of that is clearly dried blood, but there’s something else, traces of something so red it almost glows.

There’s a sound then. It sounds almost like a low whistle, if one were whistling through water. It seems to warp and if you listen, it almost sounds like speech… but it’s far too garbled to be understandable. It continues for a few seconds, the camera continuing to focus on the dubious contents of the glass tube -- and then the video cuts out.

Questions, comments, concerns?]

prorenataa

[ Everybody settling in alright? Or at least, as well as can be expected?

Everybody enjoy their cherry tasting legumes?

Adrien had intended to send this out as a text, but he was still getting used to the new TABs and upon realizing his mistake, couldn't be arsed to change it. The doctor usually looks harried, it might have something to do with his perpetual scowl, but he's looking particularly yanked through a knothole backwards at the moment.

All the way down to the fact that he's obviously showered and made an attempt to trim his beard, only to wind up cutting himself. Please ignore the tell tale little dots of paper stuck to his face at the moment. The blade was dull, okay?! ]

It dawned on me, as these things do when one is slicing their face open with a razor, a question that probably should have been asked a week or so ago.

Those of you in the crew, who are capable of, or posses magical abilities and of a temperament to help, would you have a spell or a ... [ here he gestures with his hands, he's not trying to be offensive, magic is just not something his world has ever been exposed too and he's only aware that it can be vary from person to person. ] ... that would purify water?

Thinking if that ability exists, we might give it a try on those purple streams and see if we can remove some of the nasty side-effects and restock our supplies.

(ooc: Warnings in the comments.)

notglitching

[So remember that cheery blonde asking people to come screw? Guess what! She's back on camera already. Only the call's coming from Rinzler's MID (didn't he kill her that one time?), and J looks to have undergone some fairly rapid... changes.

First? She's a technozombie!

Second? Extra dead.

Her skin is dull and grey, split apart in papery, cracked lines that show the glow of circuitry beneath. Her eyes are flat and hollow, glinting dimly in the light above, as if the switch behind them was burned out. Her head lolls to the side at a twisted, malformed angle, and the slice visible through one collarbone is oddly bloodless. What liquid does ooze out is black.

The camera lingers for a long moment, only the low ticking rumble of Rinzler's noise offscreen to break the silence. Then, several lines of text scroll out below the screen.]

Active virus detected.
Affects users. Infected subjects: hostile, attempting to spread.

[Shepard starts talking before she's on camera, allowing for the image to assist in her addition to Rinzler's information. Her voice is urgent, stern — and a touch strained.]

This is a red alert. Something on board is turning crew into beings called husks. They're the result of organic cells being replaced with psychological and physiological-controlling synthetic material.

[As the camera shifts to her, the source of the strain is clearer — she's attempting to patch up a wound to the gut in a hurry. More discerning types may identify it as a gunshot wound.]

See a friend, but they're looking a little different? Keep your distance, and let us know. It's not a exactly your traditional virus, but any bite or scratch can open up a host site, and turn you, too.

Private to: Nihlus

Location?

[[ooc: Monolith Plot continues! Red is Rinzler; orange Shepard—they'll both be responding to non-privated threads.]]

asafepairofhands

[No video this time, and Ratchet's voice sounds a little ragged over the feed.]

Public service announcement--if anyone knows, or knows of, the Cybertronian called Tarn, you might have heard about his ability to damage or even kill others with his voice. This is no longer an issue.

[He declines to give anything even vaguely resembling a detailed explanation as to why. He's also well aware that Tarn might be listening, but does not appear to care in the slightest.]

I don't know if it ever worked on organics, mostly because testing it might have involved the subjects being very dead even if Tarn had agreed, but I'd ask any engineers to kindly refrain from repairing his damaged vocalizer in the meantime. He can still communicate, it's not completely busted. If you feel like fixing any of his other injuries, fine, it's your funeral, but he's already committed murder once on this ship and the fewer weapons he has, the better.

...just wanted to let people know there's one less thing to worry about. It's not news we hear often around here, I'm finding.

Ratchet out.

(OOC: posted shortly after this)

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

alan_1

[The video opens on Alan, eyes going from the MID camera to something offscreen.]

Hello everyone. This is Alan Bradley. I, uh, seem to have been sent something through the Ingress.

[The camera shifts outward and you manage to catch the barest glimpse of something small and blue before it flies offscreen, accompanied by a single word in a tuneless, buzzing voice.

”No!”]

Hey, hold still a second-- it’s just a camera!

[There’s another blur of blue as the object zips closer and then finally comes to a standstill in front of the MID, almost as if it’s inspecting it. The shape is more-or-less round and about the size of a grapefruit and though it’s no longer zooming around the room, its surface is still in constant motion, blue angles and planes forming and reforming at a constant rate.]

See? Nothing to be afraid of. [”...No.” The word is accompanied by a startling change in shape and color, the object flashing sharp and red before returning to a neutral blue.]

Right, [Alan says, keeping both his eyes and the camera on the hovering shape.] I’m… really not sure what it could be, but it’s been following me around for the past couple of hours. And the captains seem to think it’s mine for whatever reason. [”Yes!” the shape agrees, this time flashing smooth and yellow, its flat voice sounding somehow cheerful.

Alan continues:] It says it’s not any kind of robot-- [”No” the shape concurs.] Or program-- [”No.”] Or an organic-- [”Nononono!”] So I don’t think I’m getting it right anytime soon, [Alan finishes, sounding somewhere between amused and exasperated at the constant interruptions.

The camera turns back towards Alan -- though he’s quickly joined by the shape hovering over his shoulder.] I’m recording this video in case any of you might recognize what it is. Or if you have any educated guesses. You can ask it questions too, so long as they can be answered with yes or no. I’m sure you figured that out already.

[So… anyone up for 20Q?]

squadgoals

Hi all, just some quick housekeeping:

I've doubled the security on the Mako. Fair warning: any attempts to hack its console will result in consequences. This is not a challenge! If you need it for anything, please get in touch with me first.
It seems I'm your new Assistant Head of Tower duties, with Ryuuzaki functioning as our Head. I'm looking forward to working with all of you from here on out.
I've already spoken with Ryuuzaki regarding my transfer from Engineering to Assistant Head of Tower duties, but I still haven't managed to locate how I was approved and placed in the role in the first place, as it was an application process. If anyone has an idea, please let me know.
I was absent for a month in cryosleep, so my apologies for not being completely abreast of every on-board situation for the time being. Unfortunately, I have nothing new to add to cryosleep: I don't know what brought it on, I didn't go anywhere, and I don't know what stopped it.

To all crew old and new, feel free to message me with questions at any time, or stop by Mero Deck #022 for a chat. Or while the doors are still portaling, walk through my room unexpectedly.

-Shepard

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.

peridork

[It’s late at night, a few hours after the announcement of the Cauducian’s intent to attack has been broadcast, when a video message from a tiny green face is sent out for the whole crew to consider.

Like much of the rest of the crew, Peridot is scared... But that also means she’s agitated. And she’s definitely not the type to sit around fretting uselessly when something is this wrong, in her eyes. No. Peridot is a gem of action. Action and vicious, unapologetic criticism.

As soon as the video feed picks up, she just launches right into it.]

( Gems react to: Appalling inefficiency and shoddy leadership methods )

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.

realitywarped

[Loki's face is deliberately turned to the side, showing off the clear scar under one eye, making it very obvious. He's never been grateful for that scar before, and it chafes a little to have to be pleased about it now- but at least it makes his face his.]

Ah- I'm sure there's probably an official way to do this, but alas, I have little idea of how this usually works for mortals. Gods don't often get to quit their roles in my world. We are what we are, usually...

[He tails off, face carefully neutral. As he always is when he's feeling anything particularly strongly, he's getting overly wordy again, and he knows he has to curtail himself.]

But that doesn't apply to jobs, does it? So- I quit. You'll need a new head chef, although the routine should be more or less set by now. I doubt my staying in the role will contribute much to stability or feelings of security amongst the crew, when I share a name with someone else so very publicly denounced.

[His mouth twists up in something not much like a smile at all, expression a little bitter and wry.]

I'd hate to give someone cause to be uncomfortable, after all.

squadgoals

If anyone has found a model space ship, or something that looks like a model, in their mailbox in the past month, please let me know!

Thanks!

notglitching

Data request. Repair: mental functions (users).

[Is somebody taking the time to be comprehensible? Not today! A second later, one word appends itself to the end of the mass text.]

Urgent.

backsassin

Tex is dead.

We were using the Ingress on Amissis-Re to visit a fused planet and someone attacked us. He killed Tex and then the Ingress pulled us out.

Before anyone asks, no, I don’t want to talk about it. And that’s about all the information I have about what happened, so this isn’t going to be a Q&A session.

Just thought people on the ship should know what happened to her.

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.]

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?

Entries tagged with tron: rinzler (crau)

text; not-really-video; — backdated to 2/12 (just as the away team is getting started)

video sent from Asriel's TAB; cw for poisoning and child death

video;

video; after the savrii invite the moirans to their home

video; january 1

Video

video + text; Virus Zombie PSA (backdated to an hour or so after J's post)

audio;

text;

video; post-departure

TEXT [AUGUST 28TH, EARLY MORNING]

video | address from the captain & first mate

Video; Late at night on June 20th

(no subject)

Video

5/30; TEXT

A Very Short SOS: text; 5/22

text; may 22

Text/Audio/Video; open to all members of the crew except for: Kobra Kid

text; forward dated to 16th (locked from Kazuhira Miller)