( 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)! )

Comments

Rhiow | have a kitty yay

[plumptiousone]

A - Moira, Medbay

For a few days after the influx of new arrivals from the Ingress, the Medbay has a new inhabitant in the form of a small - though somewhat plump - black cat. Unfortunately, MIDs are generally designed for people with both human-sized limbs and fingers. It will take a little bit of modification to produce something for Rhiow that both fits and can actually be operated by a cat, and until she can put on her MID she's not allowed out into the rest of the ship.

So for now she lounges about the medbay, spending most of her time sleeping on the beds. She's also busy sharpening her claws on the bedding, shedding on things, grooming, and generally being a cat. Wizardly things can wait until she's no longer under quite so watchful an eye.

Come pet her. Or bring her tasty food.

B - Moira, Mero Deck (by room #17)

Rhiow pads down the hallway of Mero deck, ready to check out her assigned den - her thoughts drift to her real den and she hopes she can get back to when she was taken from her home universe and not just where. Poor Iaehh, how will he feel if she disappears for days, weeks, however long it takes to find a way back?.

When she reaches the door, she stares at the door lock several feet above her head. Honestly, ehhif never think of anyone shorter than them when they build these things, do they?

Her tail twitches as she considers the problem. The locking mechanism is too complicated for simple wizardry, and machinery and computers were never her specialty. The most dignified method would be to air walk up to it, but that's a rather excessive expenditure of energy for something as simple as opening a door. She could paw and meow, but that only works if someone is inside the room to hear her.

So, with a little huff, she crouches down, rear wiggling a little, then leaps up to slap a paw against the thumbprint reader.

D - Wildcard

Rhiow will be wandering and sleeping all over the Moira and Del Pascia so feel free to bump into her! If you wanna plot, hit me up at MonkeysInPants.

B

[petrifiedshadow]

Starflight was leaving his room when he caught sight of Rhiow down the hall. He sighed. Between the micro kittens, and the puppies, and the metal eating bugs, there were far too many animals on this ship. He couldn't remember who lived in that room, but he had definitely not seen that cat around here before. It didn't smell like any of the pets.

"Don't tell me they're letting the unclaimed ones out of the garden again," he muttered, scooping the cat up in one talon, with ever intention of returning it to Clark or someone who worked down there.

[plumptiousone]

A dragon?! Rhiow fluffs up reflexively, and starts to prepare a defensive spell - more difficult than usual with the Whisperer so strangely distant. Could she really be so far from the Heart of Time that even the Powers That Be have troubles reaching her?

She's distracted from the spelling when Starflight speaks, but that doesn't make her any more pleased about being picked up and she lets out a little distressed yowl.

"Excuse me," she shouts.

B

[kidjoy]

[She's on her way back to her room when she spots the cat further down the hall. The smile that was already on her face, something that felt permanently etched there now that Kobra was on board, grew wider. She walks slowly toward the cat, plans abandoned.]

Ain't seen none of you outside that place with all the greens. Get tired of bein' cooped up and wanted to explore?

[She plops down in the floor next to the cat, holding a hand out for it to sniff. The cats in the gardens seemed to prefer introductions to be made by scent.]

I get that. But there ain't much to see down here, pretty thing.

[plumptiousone]

[Rhiow doesn't like to see children dragged into this sort of this, but children are often more resilient when it comes to these sort of things than adults.

It doesn't hurt to be kind to them still, especially one that's so polite.

Rhiow sniffs the offered fingers then rubs her face against them, letting out a comforting purr.

The Girl will likely notice that unlike the tiny bonsai cats, Rhiow sports a modified MID around her neck.]

I was getting tired of being cooped up in the medical room.

A

[foggybear]

He'd spotted the cat--kitty, really. Adorable kitty--right away on his trip to make sure the medbay was stocked. Which is stupid since they have staff for that, but, that's how Foggy rolls. If he isn't doing something helpful he feels like he's let everyone down.

That's the reason he has fish in a small plate. He assumes it's fish, at least--space fish, but fish. It should be enough for cats. Especially cats who have decided to take up space in the medbay.

"Hey, buddy." He keeps his voice nice and light as he approaches the other, setting the tray close to the cat but not so close he invades the other's personal bubble. "Intergalactic tuna. Bon apatite, little guy."

He thought it was bad enough he's stuck here, but a cat?

[plumptiousone]

It's fish! Not the nasty tuna food - that Hhuha used to feed her, she thinks with a painful throb - but actual whole fish! Even if it is alien.

Rhiow's already licking her chops the moment she smells it, and it's all she can do to pause to thank Foggy before digging it.

She walks over to give him a firm rub and purr before returning to dinner.

"You have excellent taste in meals."

mero deck

[imahologram]

[They really ought to think more of the different species here, but the less humanoid ones seem in short supply. Leia's coming out of the refresher, her hair lying wet against her back, when she nearly walks past one of her newest deckmates.]

They've started bringing pittins here?

[If someone had acquired one--outside the mess of them in the gardens--she has the feeling the rest of the ship might have heard about it. Pets don't exactly seem common aboard ship. Crouching down beside the creature, she speaks in a quiet voice.]

Would you like some help?

[plumptiousone]

[Rhiow sits down as Leah approaches and begins to groom one shoulder, regaining her composure at having been caught failing to unlock her door.

She speaks between licks.]

Yes, that would be very helpful thank you.

A

[noitatnacni]

Honestly, she sees a cat going at the bedding like it's her own personal scratching post, Zatanna's first thought is that someone's kitten grew up and decided to go wandering. Which is all well and good, except for the part where the bed is getting torn up by busy little paws.

"Hey, easy there." She smiles down at the feline before taking a quick look around. Zatanna is willing to bet the best option here would be to give the cat something else to use, but there aren't exactly a lot of alternatives--at least not readily apparent ones.

"Well, hopefully this doesn't get me a lecture or anything." Not that Zatanna cares about getting into trouble; she just isn't in the mood to have someone talking to her about precious supplies being misused, never mind the fact that Zatanna's doing this to keep the damage to a minimum.

And since the sheet's likely a wash anyway, she doesn't really feel all that guilty about working a bit of magic on it. "Evig siht tac gnihtemos ot hctarcs!" The spell raises the sheet, then causes it to curl and fold in on itself as it takes on not just a new shape, but new properties too. Instead of soft linen it turns into rope, wraps around itself and forms a hard post, just missing the base.

"Okay, now do me a favor? And use this to sharpen your claws."

[plumptiousone]

Rhiow looks up from her vigorous kneading as Zatanna gently chastise her.

"There's nothing better to scratch," she says, her voice translating as the barest of whispers. She's used to talking to humans who can't understand her, and the regular tones of Ailurin are softer than most humans can here.

Then the ehhif says something that Rhiow can't translate - a rare occurrence for one who speaks the Speech, root of all language - and suddenly the sheet changes. The shock of it sets her fur standing on end.

That hadn't been Wizardry! At least not the sort she was familiar with, constructed of neat lines of Speech describing how you'd like the universe to be. But it has been similar, with words and intent and energy and the twisting of the fabric of the universe to suit the caster's will...

Could she be so far from her home universe that even the nature of Wizardry was different? The thought has her in a fit if composure grooming, resettling her raised fur.

“Dai stihó," she greets tentatively, wondering if this woman will recognize the typical greeting of one wizard to another.

[imaginary_wife]

☄ A Medbay
Cats weren't a novelty on the ship by any stretch, especially in the gardens, where Meh Yewll grows her medicinal plants. That's where she normally saw cats. Before, on Earth, they were practically extinct. They had been taken out during the Pale Wars, one of the misfortunes of Earth's native species. On board she'd gotten used to them, at least in that one little place.

In Med Bay? Not so much.

Doc Yewll strolled up to the cats bed, crossing her arms as she looked down at the shedding. "Going to need to get a handvac, or see if any of those rolling vacuums survived. How're you doing down there?"

[plumptiousone]

Rhiow slowly opens one eye as Doc Yewll talks to her, woken from her little cat nap. Stretching out on her side she gives a large yawn.

"If someone gave me a good brush I'd shed less," she says, part explanation, part suggestion. A good brushing is such a lovely feeling.

"I am starting to feel a bit cooped up." She's gotten used to having the reign of New York City and beyond.

A

[bloodredsky]

[The medbay is as weird and cool looking as he expected it to be, given the whole "on a space ship" thing. The cat on the other hand is not, but Akito has always loved animals so once he spots her, he lightens up a bit and walks over]

Hello kitty. [His voice is soft, moving to pull himself up onto the bed to sit next to her before offering a hand to sniff. That was what you did with animals, right?] I dunno why I thought there wouldn't be any animals here, but it's kind of nice to find out I was wrong.

[plumptiousone]

Hello human. [Rhiow sniffs the offered fingers politely then rubs her face against them slightly to give permission for him to pet.]

There are more of your species than I expected on arrival.

B

[hatesimprovising]

Wash is walking down the hall, heading back to his own room after a day at work, when he comes across something completely unexpected. A cat. Granted, there are a ton of cats aboard the ship after the bonsai tree bloomed, but this one's different. It's full-sized.

There's a pause in his steps and he comes to a stop, watching the feline for a long moment, wondering if it came through the Ingress somehow. So far, only...well, more sentient beings had been brought through--never any pets or animals of any kind as far as he's seen. Watching as the cat leaps up trying to unlock the door, however, he gets the idea that there might be a little more to this cat.

...Not that it stops him from using his cat mom voice.

"Hey there, kitty," he murmurs, not wanting to startle her as he approaches slowly, not wanting to scare her away. Once he reaches her general space, though he stays a small distance away just in case she doesn't want him that close, Wash crouches down and holds a hand out toward her for her to sniff--that was how you let a cat get to know you, he's always found. "What're you doing out here?"

[plumptiousone]

It's a very familiar tone, one Rhiow is quite used to hearing from humans and tends to use back herself - though back home the ehhif usually can't understand her back.

Her tone is amused when she answers, "Hello, human."

She gives his fingers a polite sniff and two little rubs of her head, then turns back to the door. "I'm trying to get into my den, but these control weren't exactly designed with People in mind."

A

[amourtician]

[ Once Jay's been examined and issued with clothes and an MID, he heads out of the medbay — but at the last second, Rhiow catches his eye. He stops and turns, staring at her for a few moments, ascertaining that this is indeed a cat.

Cat status ascertained, he does what he thinks any self-respecting semi-mortal would do. He bends at the knees so he's closer to the floor, reaches out a hand and makes beckoning noises at the cat (the Ladsky equivalent of "here kitty-kitty"), being careful to look at the floor instead of at her. ]

Ks-ks-ks-ks.

[plumptiousone]

[One thing Rhiow has learned about the Moira despite being stuck in the medbay since her arrival is that there are an awful lot of people who are fond of cats, and most of them are respectful.

Amused by the little attention-getting noises, Rhiow trots forward to sit just out of reach of Jay's fingers.]

You could just ask if I wanted to come have a pet.

A

[breakin_ur_lore]

[Med'an has seen the bonsai kitten tree in the garden, met a few of its "fruit", so to speak, so the sight of a cat in medbay isn't too unusual. It is, however, still very welcome. He passes by a few times, smiling every time he glances over at her, and eventually he gets a moment to come over and offer a hand for smelling.]

Hi! [Sorry if the high-pitched, baby-talk voice bugs you, Rhiow. Will these head-scritches make up for it?]

[plumptiousone]

[Perhaps more surprising to Rhiow than the sheer number of humans around on this ship is how many non-humans there are who are largely human-shaped. In her travels off-world she was used to a much wider array of body forms!

But she has to admit, human-esque fingers were well-designed for providing good scratches. She purrs softly, well- used to the 'it's a kitty!' Voice often directed towards the People.]

Hello.

B and hurray for kitty

[whoami]

Having just come back from a salvaging trip, there's no point bothering with Mess. By now there isn't much left of the ham and cheese sandwich he had for dinner.
Sam was actually not planning on staying long. Not here at least, but he was passing by the hallway and saw...well it looked like a cat jumping? So he stopped. He backed up a few steps. He looked down the hallway again and confirmed that was, indeed, a cat. So it followed that said cat could be jumping. Bemused at the entire idea, Sam turned so that he went down the hallway, instead.

"They should make you a little cat-door. One that locks from out here."

Smiling (and fully not expecting an answer) Sam crouched and offered the last bit of his sandwich.

[plumptiousone]

Rhiow is fully distracted from Sam's suggestion by the offer of the sandwich.

"Is that ham? Oh, and cheese..." Offering enthusiastically accepted! Ehhif make such delicious things. Scarfing down the bit of sandwich, she finally answers, "A cat door here would be lovely."

She was used to being able to go in and out as she pleased back home.

A

[prayed]

[Of all the things that Kyoko was expecting to run into in a strange new ship in a strange new world, something as mundane as a cat wasn't one of them. Her gut tells her that there must be more to it, but her mind is quick to remember how little that should matter. As long as it's not another space rat running around offering contracts, she's sure they can get along.

So without so much as a hello, Kyoko flops on the bed next to the cat and stretches out.]

Yo. You don't mind sharing for awhile, right?

[Though her tone suggests that she won't be moving even if she does. She turns her head to look at her, considering for a moment. She'd never minded cats, not really--there were plenty of strays along her usual routes, and it wasn't uncommon for one to bum part of her meal off of her. She supposes she might as well show the same courtesy here, if only to minimize the amount of grumpy looks.]

Here, I'll even make it worth your while.

[She takes a bite out of the pork bun in her hand before sticking her fingers in it. Kyoko pinches a piece of pork between her fingers before holding it out in offering. It's fair now, right?]

Mero Deck!

[skelepun]

Of all the spots on the Moira Sans frequents, his brother's room nears the top of the list. For all Papyrus himself spends barely any time here, Sans found the egg beds a fun novelty all their own. When napping takes up a good 50% of your day, finding new and interesting places to crash is a full time job.

Nap completed, or at least temporarily paused, Sans exits his brother's room with a stretch. His bones crack impressively in the process, letting his skull loll from one side to the other. It's on the 'other' that he freezes in place, squinting at the floor in front of #17.

This is the first time he's seen a cat not previously grown from a tree around here.

"Need some help?" He asks, testing for whether or not this cat was monstrous or just, well, a cat. "Or do mew got it covered?"