( april intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: April 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the correctional facility of Del Pascia.
Warnings: Mentions of blood. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

slammed & counted "I feel liberated when I'm doing it, and I want other people to feel liberated through it." The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. With the combined efforts of the crew, the terror plaguing the ship has been successfully removed from the Moira. Yet, it doesn’t come without consequences. Aside from the overall state of those aboard the ship, the Moira itself has taken considerable damage across various sections. Overall functionality seems stable for now, but with necessary repairs to be made and few supplies to actually make them with, the Captains have set a course for any nearby planet with the hope of finding what they need. However, that is much closer than it appears. As new arrivals begin coming through the Ingress, a message is received by those in the Tower and broadcast to everyone: Please be advised. Your vessel is now entering Restricted Space. As per penal code 65208-A, only authorized personnel are to be admitted beyond this point. If necessary, further assistance will be provided once docked. As there is little choice, the Captains instruct Navigation to proceed with caution. All transporters will be required to assist in taking those who volunteer to the main hub. WELCOME TO CORRECTIONAL FACILITY DEL PASCIA Del Pascia is one of many facilities across the universe built to maintain and rehabilitate its inhabitants. With a combined populace of both prisoners and employed civilians, it functions as both prison and living quarters. The central section of Del Pascia is divided into multiple floors that branch out into subdivisions of the facility—clearly and precisely labeled. For those contracted to work in the prison, Del Pas Main is home. There are cafeterias, common areas for exercise and general downtime, divided residences, and work stations. Beyond this area, each remaining wing of Del Pascia separates into cell blocks A through F with similar facilities available to the inmates. Varying degrees of criminals are brought to Del Pascia, ranging from maximum security to juvenile offenders, and security differs depending on which block is visited. Yet, there is something peculiar about this prison upon further investigation: there are no living persons within Del Pascia. The AI, which runs and oversees all of Del Pascia, has made arrangements with the Moira so that those who wish may board and take what is needed to begin repairs. This program, while generally polite in nature, goes simply by the name D-E-L. ☄ ENJOY YOUR STAY ... IN PRISON Those who choose to go to Del Pascia will find themselves greeted by D-E-L. It has already agreed to terms with the Captains, allowing crew to strip nonessential supplies that aren’t needed since the station’s crew and prisoners were relocated due to funding cuts. The only condition placed upon this agreement is that any crew wishing to explore must undergo a mandatory decontamination before proceeding through the rest of Del Pascia. This process takes only minutes and is guaranteed to cause no physical side effects. Following this simple procedure, exploration is open with only warnings to be careful about damaging key systems. It is important to note that there are various security cameras located throughout the correctional facility, and it is not uncommon for D-E-L to comment or show concern for those exploring parts of Del Pascia. ☄ DEATH BECOMES YOU There is salvage to be found in all parts of the facility, including the cell blocks and infirmaries of the prison wings. However, there is something odd about these sectors, a strange charge in the air that follows you as you search for anything useful to bring back to the Moira. Perhaps it is the eyes of D-E-L watching? But then, after an indiscernible amount of time, it's like a switch is flipped. Suddenly, you are wearing your sins where anyone but you can see. For however much death you have wrought or committed, there will be blood on your hands—perhaps even further than that. This bizarre occurrence will appear as an almost digital skin and will not vanish until outside the cell blocks. If exploring the infirmaries for supplies, any and all health stats throughout your life will be visible and easy to read by anyone who happens to take an interest. For those who have killed once or twice, they might find a red stain on their hands, but the higher the kill count will result in larger proportions of blood covering their arms and, in extreme cases, perhaps their entire body. The blood will vanish once you have left the prison wing, though you may occasionally see a flicker of the image while anywhere on the station. The same goes for health stats viewed in infirmary sections of Del Pascia. ☄ WHAT WAS THAT SOUND? Del Pascia is a very large station and has been abandoned for quite some time. D-E-L will regretfully inform anyone who asks that some nonessential areas have fallen into disrepair. It will warn that exploring these areas can be risky as it has no knowledge of what damage these sections have taken. Regardless of that, if you venture in, you’ll find that these sections are in rather bad shape. Exposed wiring sparks in the walls, a great variety of broken tools are thrown about, and it seems that every camera has been purposely broken. Venturing in further will yield valuable components for salvage, and yet... as before, you suspect you aren’t alone. It isn’t often, but sometimes, you might hear a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents. Every time you go to investigate... whatever made the noise is gone. Should the AI be queried about this, D-E-L will emphasize that all personnel and prisoners were removed and that there is no one on board except crew from the Moira. ( ooc; For questions, go here. All players, please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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luke skywalker | the star wars.

[t65]

a. MEDBAY.

[As soon as Luke arrives, he's shuffled off almost immediately to the Medbay. Bewildered and confused, he mostly does as he's told. He sits when asked, opens his mouth, closes it, lets his temperature be taken, lets his heart rate be studied. He's quiet and biddable, verging on sullen, until he's asked to hold out his hands.]

[The entire time, he's been hiding his right hand under his left arm, in the space between his elbow and his ribs. It's this request that marks the end of Luke's patience... or maybe the beginning of his stubbornness. Regardless, he considers the request for a moment before shaking his head.]

I'm fine. [His voice comes out uneven, completely unconvincing. It's true, he doesn't look to be in the best of states, and thanks to the Ingress he's barefoot and shivering slightly.] Why don't you check on some of the other patients? There's got to be someone here in a worse state than me.

[Maybe you've been watching this exchange, or maybe you're working in the medbay and attempting to treat him. Either way, Luke isn't budging.]

b. ESCAPE FROM MEDBAY.
nb depending on how this prompt goes, it's entirely possible that luke might try to mind trick your character; see his force permission post for more information

[Eventually, there's a lull, or a nurse runs over to tend to someone else, and for whatever reason, no one is paying attention to Luke. He seems to have noticed this as well, and stands, looking around with wide, careful eyes. And then, without saying anything, he begins to tread out of medbay. He hasn't been officially released; he just wants very dearly to leave.]

[Do you stop him or help him?]

c. MORO #016.

[Maybe you saw him shuffle in, but for once in his life, Luke wasn't in a chatty mood; he immediately flopped into bed and slept like a dead man. It's been several hours since then, and Luke has shown no signs of resurfacing off the top bunk, swaddled as he is in pastel blankets.]

[That is, until you accidentally bump the rope at each corner of the mattress. The beds sway for a moment, two, before Luke lazily raises his left hand out of his blanket nest. The beds still immediately.]

d. ANYWHERE ON THE MOIRA.

[Okay, it's been a day; Luke is feeling a little better. Better enough to explore the Moira with renewed interest. He's still wearing the variously ripped and torn fatigues he showed up in, but he's no longer ripped and torn himself. Notably, he lacks that bone-deep tiredness from before, and his face is free of bruises.]

[Still, he walks a little hunched over, arms crossed over his chest so his right arm is always covered and hidden by his left. Despite all that, his expression is open and friendly.] Excuse me. Do you know where I could find some shoes?

e. DEL PASCIA | entrance.

[Given the opportunity to explore, Luke will always chose the option to explore. He's just finished the decontamination process, and walks out with a look of confused wonder at the prison stretching out before him. He's still got his arms crossed, hiding his right under his left.]

[He wonders aloud:] Who do you think imprisoned them?

f. DEL PASCIA | juvenile offenders wing.

[It's been a couple hours, give or take. He's found a few interesting things-- bits of spare parts that might be usable for who knows what, and he's thrown them into a bad slung over his shoulder. There's a clanging noise not far off.] Did you hear that?

[He frowns, and looks around once more.] I have a bad feeling about this.

g. WILDCARD.

[When he first arrives, Luke will make a b-line to his bunk and sleep for at least ten hours. However, Luke will be exploring the heck out of the Del Pascia after he gets his bearings, and will be generally chatty and amicable. He'll be exploring the Moira as well-- really, he'll be poking his nose into everything he can. He'll always have his right arm tucked away under his left if he can help it. If you'd like to spin something off that, go ahead! Any questions, PM this journal or drop me a note at wehwalt! And if you havent already, please consider filling out Luke's force permission post!]

a. MEDBAY

[plumptiousone]

[With a soft thump, something small, dark and fluffy lands next to Luke, appraising him with bright green eyes. He's clearly not fine, both in appearance and in scent - blood, grime, charred flesh. Rhiow looks at him, not just outside by in as well, looking for broken bones, internal injuries, and anything else...

Well. Someone is certainly not fine! She resists the urge to sigh, instead starting up a comforting purr.]

You need help.

[She's shouting a bit, though it won't sound like it to Luke's ears. The translators may translate her Ailurin, but that doesn't change the fact that it's primarily spoken too quietly for humans to here.

[t65]

[Luke's seen whatever this creature is before-- they're some kind of Corellian animal that Aunt Beru once showed him in a holo. He can't for the life of him remember what they're called, though, and it's even further from his memory whether they can talk. He supposes they can, since this one is.]

[Luke sighs.] All I need is a good night's rest, really.

somewhere on the way from b to c because i'm difficult

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ A couple weeks into his stay here, Han pretty much satisfied his curiosity about the Moira. He doesn't wander just to wander much anymore, but thanks to the plague of scraplets he's got plenty of reason to be running around now. Arguably, this isn't actually his job, he's got enough to focus on with the transporters and their surroundings, but there's a lot to be fixed and if he's gonna be stuck doing salvage again, he wants an idea of what they need.

Of course, this means his attention is unforgivably divided, and he rounds a corner and literally slams into someone. ]

Hey! Watch where you're going.

clearly its the force ok

[t65]

[Luke stumbles backward, and it's a minor miracle he doesn't reach out to catch himself with his hand. Instead, he lands flat on his back, and it takes half a second, in that spinning confusion, to recognize that voice.]

Han? [Look bolts up, eyes wide.] Han!

[The last Luke saw of Han, he was being carted off in a slab of carbonite. While Luke isn't sure of the specifics, he knows that's not good news. Scrambling to stand, Luke rushes over to pull Han into a quick embrace.]

d

[inruins]

[After she gets a good look at the young man, concern is clear enough on the boss monster's face. The ripped uniform and tired walk speaks volumes about his condition. Toriel rests a paw against her chest, lips tugging into a frown.] Goodness- I don't know but usually they're supposed to offer people uniforms when they come in. I'm going to have to have a word with someone about this.

Are you alright, dear?

[t65]

[Luke's seen plenty of aliens on shopping trips into town with his aunt and uncle; nonhuman creatures are no shock to him. But he's never seen this species before, and he makes a mental note to ask later.]

[His smile is meant to be reassuring, but it comes off a bit rueful.] I'm, uh, not the biggest fan of uniforms. [Not when they come from the crew of what appears to be a Star Destroyer, anyway.]

[But having had a good night's sleep (more than a night's, really), he's standing a little straighter, gaze a little clearer.] I've been to the medbay-- really, you don't have to worry on my account.

F

[whatawaste]

[Maya's spent the last two years of her life avoiding prisons. The weeks she spent as a 'guest' of the Empire left a bad taste in her mouth. And her brain too. But when it comes time to start scrounging and scavenging, she's off the Moira as fast as she can go.

Why anyone would want to spend their lives on a ship is beyond her. She desperately misses solid ground beneath her feet. And this will just have to do.

She wears only her thermo, hating the assigned uniforms. Her long hair is loose, all except for a single braid over her shoulder, a remembrance of a life that was not to be. She moves methodically from cell to cell, taking parts not only for the engine, but for some of her own personal projects. Projects which include hijacking an escape pod with Solo and his friends. But that's far off, for the time being.

What isn't so far off, though, is a sudden sense she gets through the power of her...disability. Another person. Like Obi-Wan. And that...Anakin guy. Brow furrowed, she slowly starts to follow the feeling until she finds a boy, only a few years older than her, if that. A boy who readily voices her own sentiments.]

You're new.

[t65]

[Luke is idly munching on some rations when he hears the girl approach. He looks up with a puzzled expression and crumbs on his sleeve.] No, I'm twenty-two.

f | hey let's just make this as traumatic as possible from the get-go why not

[ex_forcechoke292]

[It's not as if Anakin makes plans to keep running into people as much as his instincts have been going haywire (to put it nicely) lately. Between force potentials he's never met prior to his arrival, the daughter he didn't know he had, and these sudden new arrivals, it's easy to feel pulled in 20 different directions at once.

Unfortunately, that means very literally bumping into Luke when rounding a corner. (Because what good is the Force if its navigational tendencies aren't extremely literal, right? Maybe Vader someday later, but now he's just rounding into people while paying a minimal amount of attention, it's very intimidating.)

Of course, instead of being met with an immediate apology, all Anakin offers is:]

All I heard down here was you; what are you talking about?

[Flawless introduction, nailed it, 10/10, etc.]

f -

[redshitlord]

[There's about to be an even louder clanging noise. And a scream. Okay, so Sideswipe will never admit to screaming, but hey. Who's keeping track?]

[Anyway, Luke isn't the only one hearing noises. The young bot heard something similar, and nearly jumped out of his plating. Shouting, swinging his sword at the nearest flickering shadow.]

[And promptly falling backward through an open doorway, into view.]

D

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton can concur that it has in fact been a day today. Though he, like Luke, is exploring the ship. He, of course, is less interested in new stuff at the moment, and more in lack of anything else to do.

The robot is people-watching idly in a far-off corner when he's addressed. He's all smiles at first, even though he doesn't exactly have a positive answer.]

Sorry, darling. I'm afraid I don't know where you can get shoes--my, but I think that clothing of yours is important to deal with too. What a travesty!

[It's times like this that Mettaton wishes he'd thought to bring thread and needle. Of course, he had no call for it where he'd been going before ending up here. It just couldn't be helped!

D

[kidjoy]

They didn't give ya any?

[The girl is staring at his feet rather then his face. She's clad in the black uniform with a brightly colored, but worn leather vest and her own regulation boots that she's scuffing on the floor. She frowns, putting her hands on her hips and finally looks up to him after a few moments. She doesn't seem put off by how he looks; she hadn't looked much better when she arrived and she's not about to go insulting anyone over a ragged appearance. It's kind of homey, actually.]

They stole mine too, when I came here. Really weird right? Like they got something against shoes. Might ought to run back to the place you came in at, make 'em give ya some. We got bunch of robots around here. Bet it would hurt it they ran over your toes.

a.

[imahologram]

[Leia's sense of the Force is underdeveloped, but when the new arrivals start streaming in, she feels one thing with a conviction she can't ignore: Her brother is here.

His presence isn't something she's noticed before--not outside Cloud City, anyway--but before now, she's always had an idea of where he was. As one of the leaders of the Rebel Alliance, and more specifically, a leader who worked fairly closely with the X-Wing pilots, she'd almost never needed to wonder what he was up to.

A month without that basic certainty of scheduling, though, and his absence becomes something that can be noticed and--especially now that she has the beginnings of an idea of how to find that connection--filled. When he arrives, it's like drinking a glass of water on a hot day; even if she couldn't understand that it was him, she'd like to believe she'd trust the need to follow the sense telling her to head to the medbay.

(Someday, maybe, she'll be trained out of these confining understandings of the Force: something to fill a glass, something to draw out of a well. The vast ocean of it is still too overwhelming for her. Subconsciously, she wants to be able to contain it, give it a shape she can control.)]

Luke! [She'd run over to him and hug him under other circumstances, but now? He looks as bad as he did clinging to that antenna on Bespin. The Force didn't see fit to tell me this--or maybe it had, and she hadn't heard it.] They took your hand?

[She means the prosthesis, but that's undoubtedly easier to understand when he's already gotten a prosthesis.]

e.

[whatdidisay]

If experience is worth anything, it's best if you don't ask questions where the answers are going to be things no one wants to hear.

( ignorance is bliss, after all. ivan shoots luke a wide, affable grin from where he's off to the side in his ship uniform. exploring gets him away from his mother, and that's really all that's important to him in this moment. a prison ship wouldn't have been his number one choice of an escape, but hey. he won't complain.

except for the part where people are inviting trouble by asking questions. )

B

[imaginary_wife]

And there are people in better states that can wait their turn, so deal with it.

[Doc Yewll leaves nothing to be questioned in her tone.]

Don't give me any of this noble helpful bullcrap. You want to be noble and helpful, pay it forward when I get done fixing you. [But before she continues, she goes to grab an infirmary blanket to put around his shoulders.] They better have uniforms that fit this time, Jiminy Christmas.

F

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda's not really sure what she's looking for - she has even less of a frame of reference for this sort of thing than Luke does. She's also got a bag of random bits and bobs but who knows if they'll be any good. Maybe she should stick to scavenging for medical supplies or something more obviously useful...

The clang draws her sharply from her musings on the merit of the object she's holding and she jumps, every muscle going rigid. Wanda sets it back down and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the noise, eyes narrowed.

But she can't sense a single thing that could have caused it.]

Be careful. This place isn't as stable as it looks. [Because surely that's all it was?]

d

[jedimindtrick]

[ It can be argued that this new world is considerably more chaotic than the one he'd left, but Obi-Wan suspects that won't be true for long (or worse yet that it might not be accurate in thinking that at all, and he's somehow lost touch with his own reality). A month here on the Moira has left quite an impression on the Jedi Master.

Seeking refuge in the Force, he wanders now much the same way he wandered in days previous, his mind reaching out, plucking at strands that lead this way and that.

There's something familiar here, Kenobi realizes. A distinct warmth, but edged in such a way that it leaves the impression of a guardedness. It draws him like a lead, tugs him nearer and nearer to its origins. Strangely enough, that takes him to a place not all too far off from where he'd met another Force sensitive person a month ago.

His eyes are open this time, searching for someone, though he only has a guess as to who he thinks he feels lingering out there. The person he finds is not quite what he expects, but the hair — a sandy crop he only sees from behind at the start — is so reminiscent of someone else, it's almost too obvious.

Luke. Unmistakably Luke Skywalker, although the impression that's been given means he's particularly larger than life in Obi-Wan's eyes at this moment. And also shorter than expected. ]

Hello.

B

[gainedlove]

[But of course, almost right when Luke is about to make his escape is when a small body very suddenly blocks the way. A child's body, to be precise, a child that blinks owlishly up at him with a confused, then concerned look.]

Are you okay? Did you talk t' the doctors yet?

[Sorry, man. Frisk is one heck of a fusser.]

d

[romanticsoul]

Not if you want others than those you've been given.

[ Satine is no more fond of uniforms than Luke is, really, but she is wearing hers all the same. She isn't generally speaking the type to attempt blending in, but it seemed like the most practical thing to do in this particular case. ]

I lost my own as well.

b.

[forfeits]

[ Ed tries to keep away from the commotion in the heart of the med bay today -- a lot of new arrivals has made the place loud and crowded. He's just finished up a project in the labs when he notices the guy trying to slip away, and he can't fault him. Ed basically did the same thing the moment the medics had started prodding and poking at his automail. So he abandons his research (he shouldn't be reading on the job, but there he is, doing it anyway) and slips out after the man. ]

If you're trying to leave, you're gonna have to move faster than that, you know.

wildcard, arrival!

[backsassin]

[When Luke stumbles out of the Ingress, there will be someone on the far side of the room seemingly waiting for him -- a copper-haired (ostensibly) human male, in a black uniform with teal piping, the right sleeve of which has been neatly pinned up to the shoulder where an arm is clearly missing. He takes in Luke’s disheveled state with little surprise; the Ingress can be tricky with the condition of the people it brings in, and Zam’s seen a lot worse.]

Welcome to the Moira. [His gaze flickers over to the young man’s hand -- or rather his lack of one -- and a sympathetic look briefly flashes over his features. When Zam had come through the Ingress, the portal had been kind enough to give them back their arm. Not that it had stayed attached for very long.] Looks like the Ingress didn’t do you any favors.

d

[hyperkinesia]

[ Somewhat distracted by his own thoughts and immersed in his reading, Bruce doesn't notice someone's even walking up to the table where he's sitting in the mess hall until they actually speak up. His eyes lift promptly, the recognition only coming seconds after, when he actually takes a good, decent look at who just talked to him.

Luckily, he had some practice last month, so he manages to keep his cool and calm demeanor, answering nonchalantly as he gives Luke a quick glance. ]

It looks like you might need more than just a pair of shoes. [ He closes his book, though, and moves to stand. ] I can help you find a pair of boots. They might not be much but you can make do for now, at least.

Re: luke skywalker | the star wars.

[knitwitty]

[ Albus has barely stopped moving since he arrived on the Moira. There's too much to do, too much to marvel at, and it feels as though he’s been floating from the very moment that he stepped through the portal, a peculiar giddy feeling near enough to drunkenness.

But eventually, sleep wins out. Like, several days later eventually, because it's the only reason he's tired enough now to not have made an immediate, overbearing introduction. And really, Luke almost gets a pass on that.

Right up until he casts an obvious, silent, wandless spell with all the effort of lifting a hand. Two wizards in the past two days — that's too much to pass up. He sits up, and careful as he is, it just sets the hammocks back to swinging. Whoever designed the decor here clearly didn't prioritize function. ]

That was wonderful.

[ He sounds like he means it. ]

d. ABOUT A MILLION YEARS LATE sorry

[entrepreneurism]

[ He's not looking when the question is asked, occupied by trying to decide which of the options presented in the Mess Hall is least objectionable. He'd have higher confidence in it, maybe, if he didn't know how lax they were about assigning their staff. ]

If I'm not too mistaken, it's possible there are some in the cargo bay...

[ As he speaks, he actually turns his head, his sentence trailing off as he notices the owner of the voice. His eyes immediately light with recognition under his furrowing brow. ]

Luke?