Welcome to the Illyria!

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Stardate 58561.8: Day One

Now that you've all got your room assignments and communicators, it's time to explore this ship. Please check out the deck plans to figure out where you're going. You can read about some of the existing crew members you might run into here.

Even those of you who may feel right at home on a spaceship will find that the Illyria is definitely a bit... different. Mostly because she's kind of a wreck right now. Whatever it was that threw the ship all the way out here to wherever we are, it really did a number on the ship itself. There's a lot of damaged areas, and several of the ship's systems have been compromised. You'll find that the replicators don't always work right (I asked for hasperat and I got pok tar!?), the turbolifts are unusually persnickety (I said bridge, not engineering!), and the environmental controls in your quarters may not do as they're told (why is it snowing in Room 4J?). Several corridors are blocked by debris, and more often than not the lights are flickering if they're on at all.

So what will you do? Help clean up the mess in the hallways? Try some bizarre alien food in the mess hall? Try and infiltrate restricted areas to get a peek at the ship's systems? Feel free to make your own top level comment, and treat this as a big mingle. Get to know your new crewmates, explore your new home, make friends or enemies, and whatever you do, don't try the gagh. If you need the captain or the first officer, please let a mod know, but try and stick to threading with your fellow new recruits!


(Don't worry about the entry tags for the moment, they will be added shortly. Before we throw ourselves into missions on alien planets, we wanted everyone to have a chance to get to know one another, so please use this opening log as an opportunity to kick off some CR with crewmates and bunk buddies, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask a mod!)

Comments

[aes_thetic]

He couldn't help it, he barked a laugh at that. Not because it was funny, but because, god, he really needed to behave himself sometimes. It was a laugh at his own stupidity, not at her.

"That was me five minutes ago," he said with a charming grin. "I've grown as a person since then. And I've improved on a lot of dear old dad's tech. Call it a compulsion."

He held out his gauntleted hand, palm up so she could inspect that repulsor. Because Howard failed to make a car fly. Tony could make himself fly.

"Tell you what. This is a big, nasty, convoluted story that requires - at the very minimum - two drinks. One for me, one for you. I'm in room 4F, which is hilarious to me for so many reasons. Come meet me, and I'll fill you in on...seventy years of American history? At least that."

[nobettycarver]

She rolled her eyes, and straightened up, proof against that charming smile - or mostly so. She was used to Howard, after all.

"Very well. One drink - each - but it had better be a damn good story."