SHIP'S LOG:

Atlas

Trix the Aviatrix 3/9/2018 6:47pm

Apologies to the to the rest of the crew for my lack of logs these past weeks. An inexcusable breach of protocol. Like the esteemed Doctor Marleybone said, I'm the one in charge of this ship, so I need to pick up a- a thingy for the crew to do. It's been so good of them to take control of running the ship while I've been ill. Ever since I went to setup, no, recalibrate the navigation system (or was it the hulk door?) I've been suffering awful migraines and have barley been able to do anything. Dr Marleybone has made the fantastic suggestion that if a job concerning three glowing rods were to arise within the next few days, I should DEFINITELY take it. Good advice don't you think?
goodbye, beatrice.

Hiran Kettall-Bedger - 3/10/2018 11:43am

Job claimed by Trix the Aviatrix 2018-03-10 13:26:43

i am seArching for a LovEly crew to accept my job and fufill it to the highest eXpectations. the cargo is Three tHin mEtal rods wrapped in coTton cloth and packed In straw. when any two of the rods coME in contacT with each Other, everything electricAl within -redaCted- feeT stops, and a dIm, blue glow emanateS from the rods. all three of The rOds are touched together with No space between, the radIus of effect is increased to - redacted- feet, and they Glow sligHtly brighTer.

Trix the Aviatrix 3/10/2018 1:26pm

I'm sure our crew can work something out for you Hiran, and that there will be smooth sailing form here on out

Alex Marleybone 3/10/2018 3:32pm

What an interesting cargo, Captain. Wonder where this will be heading to, or what purpose it will serve?

Persephone Potts 3/10/2018 4:38pm

Recent events on board the MAC Atlas have left me troubled to say the least. Captain Hawkes, although her command of the ship has been unbearably unorthodox, is admittedly a driven and dedicated captain. However, recently she seems heavily reliant on the ships resident archeologist, and never seems to make an action without consulting her. Unlike Mayfair, who speaks with murmurs of mutiny, I have been quietly following the orders of the captain without question- as protocol dictates. However, her decisions are becoming more and more erratic, and I can't help but wonder what exactly has been done to her. I'm going to speak with Mayfair about the recent job that has been undertaken, as I can't help but wonder how Dr Marleybone knew about it prior to it's listing; and how the irregular capital letters spell out a message addressed to the Dr. The job itself is unusual, with no pay, drop off point , or any specifications listed it appears there is not much we can do with it until further notice. As for the redacted specifics of range of effect, they have set my workload back considerably as I now have to account for the possibility of the whole ships electrical system being shut down at anytime.
While it is nothing but speculation right now, all I can do is place my loyalty by the captain, the wellbeing of all crewmembers, and Maynards.

Alex Marleybone 3/10/2018 4:57pm

Well I do say, when I told the Captain about three glowing rods I initially referred it as a coincidence. Who knew it would be a reality?I was not aware of the job listings until recently reports mentioned by the Captain. When I carefully studied the cargo it was rather unusual, and the job assignment report was nothing short of vague (as Ms. Potts worded it best). For the message written I am unsure of its meaning. From what I at least received was the following: "ALEX THE TIME TO ALCT IS TONIGHT". If anyone understands the meaning of this or has any clue about the recent job assignment, please come see me. Until then I will be in my office doing some research on the matter.

Melinda Mayfair 3/13/2018 8:27pm

I'm not sure what got into Dr. Funnybone the other night, but do we really need to spend time rehearsing and putting on a play? The flyers she slapped up all around the ship said "IT'S TIME TO ACT!" and, since there are only four crew members, that means we all have at least one role we need to learn the lines for, as well as create costumes, and the set. And naturally the good Doctor gets to star and direct.

It's not like we don't have time on our hands during transport, but I feel like this kind of thing could be a serious distraction from the safe running of the ship. Not to mention the script. Ugh.

Alex Marleybone 3/13/2018 8:51pm

Well sorry to ruin the whole "play" for you, Ms. Mayfair, but I only focus on my work (this being the reason I chose not to attend the theater). However the time to act is somewhat a eureka for my part, as I have discovered the true meaning behind the mysterious glowing rods. According to my research these rods are referred to as Alcazar's Rods, with the purpose of activating an ancient machine in the ruins of Krystalris, a machine that can mine out valuable gems. And putting the rods together activates the machine. Imagine how much profit we can get out of this! I will give my research to the Captain and hope for the best, despite this being a transport ship not a treasure hunting party. Then again we can always sell the Rods to the Archeologist's Society for a pretty penny.
But until then I at least have the decency to not complain about my peers, Ms. Mayfair. So how is this for the time to act?

Alex Marleybone 3/18/2018 11:17am

Dear crewmembers,
Please forgive me as a member to report anything of my recent news, despite it not being my job to be. I gave my reports to the Captain, as last noted, and the Captain is still whether or not to follow with this plan. As for everyone else, I hope we can stick together and do our jobs greatly, and just know that if I am not heard from then I would be in my office handling more research.

Thank you,
Dr. Alex Marleybone

Melinda Mayfair 4/4/2018 10:03pm

Krystalris is full of ghosts. Well, ok, I haven't actually seen any ghosts, but it sure is empty. Not even the jackals are interested in exploring it. Aside from the occasional desert breeze, nothing moves. Except us.

The ruins are obviously ancient, but in amazingly good shape. It's almost like everybody just picked up and left all at once. There are marketplaces, with worn tapestries and brassware, and dwellings with primitive cots you could still sleep on. But no one has been here for hundreds of years. Maybe thousands. It's so remote, in the middle of a trackless desert, it seems to have had no visitors for eons. Whether that's because it's off the maps or because of some legendary curse the good doctor forgot to tell us about, I have no idea.

We spend our days exploring, looking for an "ancient machine" the doctor thinks is here. But she doesn't seem to have a map, or a clue, as to where it might be. "Look for a temple. Or...a garage. Or a tunnel!" she says. "We should split up." Hasn't she ever SEEN a horror movie? There's no way I'm leaving Persephone's side. "We should camp out--we can cover more ground that way." Uh uh. When the sun goes down, I'm in my bunk, back in the Atlas, which we've moored at the edge of the city. She and the Captain can stay the night in this city of ghosts. I need to be up in the air.