thisavrou_log | ( april intro log )

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( april intro log )

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!

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"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.

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[ Kobra's all about finding supplies for them over finding stuff for the rest of the ship, but so far he's not finding much that's of use for anyone. It's all starting to seem like a waste of time to be here at all, other than a little chat with the AI. He's got the top half of his body stuffed in a cabinet full of nothing when he answers her. ]

Nah, not findin' much worth bothering with here.

[ It's almost absent-minded as he turns around to face her, pulling his arms out of the cabinet where they're now clearly covered in blood up past his elbows. ]

Might head back with you.

[ And that's when he notices the blood on her and rushes closer. ]

Fuck, are you bleeding?

Me?

[It takes her a few moments to find her voice to even say that much, the word coming out squeaky and strangled. There's blood on him, blood like she hasn't seen since- she can't even make herself think about that now. Can't think of anything but the alarm sounding in her head that he's hurt and the fear growing in the pit of her stomach that this is just like all the nightmares she's had since she was brought on board.

She scrambles to grab at his arms instead of letting him grab her, trying to find the source of the wound. It's not smearing on her hands when she touches him, which should tip her off that something else is at play. But she's beginning to panic, breath coming too fast, too shaky. Rational thought has been abandoned.]

You just came back! You can't get hurt again. You can't leave yet, it's not fair! You gotta help me stop the bleedin', you can't do this again.

Whoa! Hey!

[ He lets her just grab at him for a moment, but he's leaning over her and checking all around her for the source of the blood she's got on her.

When her words sink in and he can't find the source of the blood and he doesn't see any more coming, he crouches down to her level hands moving to her shoulders. ]

Look at me. 'M right here.

[She lets him slow her down, her hands grasping loosely at his sleeves. The looks she gives him when she finally tears away from disgustingly dark red, is full of heartbreak and barely contained fear.]

You're bleeding. [Her voice cracks. She has to stop for a moment to keep from crying.] You're hurt.

I'm not bleeding.

[ His hands move from her shoulders, down her arms to grasp for her hands. He can't tell if this is really all that comforting, but it's all he's got to offer. ]

Not hurt. You're the one who's got blood all over. You sure you're not hurt?

There's blood on you! You don't just get that outta nowhere!

[She's trying to argue, but the fight's draining out of her. Even seeing all that blood, he's not acting hurt. Not even in the tough, refusal to show her kind of way.

She follows his gaze down to herself, confused by his insistence she's the one who's hurt.]

There's nothing on me Kobra.

There's nothin' on me!

[ He doesn't mean to yell, usually tries to save it for people his own size, but he can only keep it together so long, especially with all the extra stress this place is heaping on him. ]

Nothin' wrong. I promise. Thinkin' maybe we've been drugged.

[She jumps a little, not used to being on the receiving end of that tone often. But her face doesn't change, still eyeing the red on his arms like she's expecting him to fall over any moment.]

Drugged? You think when they brought us in here, all that stuff they were doing? [She trails off, voice growing more concerned. She's afraid of the idea of it, after everything she'd heard about the medications in the city. She doesn't want to loose any perception of reality, no matter how small.

Still she touches his arms again, fingertips running over the fake blood.]

Dunno. What else would make us see shit that isn't there? Been drinkin' more than enough water.

[ And after years of dehydration, he'd know if that's what this was. The only other explanation is some kind of drug. ]

Let's get back to the ship 'fore this gets worse.

Kobra.

[Her voice is a little whiny, a lot scared. But she takes a deep breath, visibly trying to pull herself back together. She drops her arms to her sides, nods firmly.

He knew what he was doing, she trusted that. Freaking out at him wasn't helping.]

Okay, okay. Let's go. If they did it, I don't wanna stay were they could get us.

[ He nods, but there's something sharp and tense in his jaw. If someone did drug them, he's going to fuck them up. This is exactly the sort of shit that they've worked to protect her from.

Straightening up, he offers her his hand and he really hopes she'll take it. Part of him kind of needs it, too. ]

C'mon.

[An upset Kobra isn't exactly a new thing, so his short words and tension don't phase her. If anything, it just makes her hope she's not in the room when that anger finds it's target. She doesn't particularly like watching.

She doesn't hesitate to take his hand, even as covered in gore as it looks. She's been touchy since he got here; now isn't any different. She squeezes his fingers, standing obedient for him to lead.]

After we get back on board, then what?

[How do they make it go away? How do they find who did it? For having heard about drugs for the better part of her life, she still feels startlingly out of her depth.]

Wait it out together, I guess. Maybe see whose room is more empty and stay there a while.

[ As they start to walk, he squeezes her hand back. He has to be strong, because he's the leader now. It chills him to think that he's living in a world without Party when there's not a memory in his head that Party's not in. He's never even thought about being any sort of a leader because Party was always supposed to be there. Fucker. ]

[She follows, far more subdued than she's been the whole time he's been around. This development is kicking all of that arrival high out of her system, taking her back to how nervous the ship and circumstances made her when she first came through. It's easier at least with him there, holding her into reality.

But deep down, in ways she doesn't want to admit, it feels lacking. She's not used to having only one to rely on.]

Got less roommates than you. Don't know if they were thinkin' of coming down or not.

[She hadn't bothered asking, not with how little her attention had been focused on anyone else the past few days.]

Yours, then.

[ He walks close to her, eyes scanning their surroundings like he half-expects a drac to jump out and he knows that if one did right now, he wouldn't know whether it was really there or not, but he'd shoot it all the same. ]

Gonna be okay. Not letting anything happen to us.

[ But he has to ignore the part of his brain that's screaming for Party or even Jet or Ghoul. He doesn't like being so alone in this and even worse is the fact that on some level he knows that he's using her as a security blanket like he's the kid between them. ]

[She nods briefly to acknowledge the choice. She wouldn’t have minded either way, though she hasn’t met his roommates and doesn’t yet know how to deal with them. At least she thinks Leia would be kind enough to leave them alone for a while, if asked.

She glances at him as he talks, tightening her grip. Her trust is absolute. Sure, she knows that her boys had never been able to account for everything. They’d had their share of scraps and broken bones over the years. The lobby, the botched rescue, all proof that they couldn’t keep her in a bubble. But she still trusted him.

He’d try. That’s what mattered.]

I know. Not gonna let anything happen either. I promise.

[ He almost smiles at that. Of course he trusts her as much as she trusts him. She's little, but she's not really a kid where it counts. Sure, he tries to indulge her in things and keep her safe, but she also knows realities that he'd never had to know at her age. ]

I know. Safe with you.

[They're going to be okay, she thinks, watching the way he looks down at her. It's not a thought just about being drugged, not about being in the prison. It's one of those bone deep feelings.

She takes a deep breath, tugs on his hand.]

Come on. Let's go.

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