( 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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Asriel Dreemurr | ota | Undertale spoilers

[pleasereset]

[Entrance]

[As Asriel takes his first few steps into the prison with everyone else, he's immediately not a fan of the place. Out of all the planets he's seen so far, this probably ranks as the gloomiest one he's been to.]

This place seems really creepy... are we really going to look for parts to salvage in here?

[Prison Cells]

[This place made Asriel want to turn around and run back to the safety of the Moira. He'd gotten pretty far in his search for salvaging, and he wanted to help - getting scared and running back wasn't an option. The whole building was dark and gloomy, and he didn't really want to go near the jail cells out of fear that he'd get locked inside one. Each trip he made inside of a cell was brief, glancing around and grabbing whatever looked small and easy to carry.

Some comfort was knowing that there were plenty of other crew members exploring too. It was really the only reason he hadn't turned back yet.

At some point though, anyone who comes across Asriel will notice a thick layer of dust covering his body, from his face and ears to all over his clothing. And if they look directly at his hands, they're covered in a thick, red liquid.

Asriel doesn't seem to notice, greeting whoever he comes across with a slightly nervous smile.]

H-howdy! Were you looking for something in here? You can go in first if you want.

[Infirmary]

[Really, Asriel was only stopping by just to look for some extra supplies. And he thinks maybe he should leave this room alone - people needed it more than he did. But curiosity gets the better of him, and he finds himself looking around and rummaging through various medical supplies. He holds up a syringe while trying to figure out what it's for.

As he's looking, he doesn't see his health stats appear behind him. It has his basic information: Name: Asriel, Species: Monster, Age: 10... but then it starts listing off his deaths.

And boy there's a lot of them. Two in particular stand out:

Cause of death: Multiple wounds from human attacks.
Cause of death: Energy blasts from Sans.]

Prison Cells

[mttbrandlegs]

[Having tired of salvaging and come to a point where he's realized he needs to recharge very soon, Mettaton is doing very little work at the moment. Watching the others will suffice for now, and if anyone tells him off, he'll be happy to explain his situation, with very strong words.

Mettaton finds himself in the company of the small monster as he's switching to a quieter cell, and he quickly raises a brow when he notices a very important fact; it's a boss monster! How very curious! He'd regard them with an unguarded response too, if not for one thing.

That dust...it was a little eerie, even he had to admit. Moreso when paired with the blood, which he knew well enough. Even without succeeding in killing Frisk, he'd seen them bleed, and his inquisitive nature on all things human had led to him studying it once the monsters were liberated.

So...the small child was covered in blood and dust. A child. What an implication.]

I wasn't looking for anything at the moment.

[It's a statement devoid the usual enthusiasm Mettaton's known for. Even he's aware.]

Ah, go on then, darling! I'm taking a small break, so it's all yours!

[There, that's better. It certainly sounds less standoffish.]

[pleasereset]

[Oh wow it's Mettaton, when did he get here? Asriel was aware of who he was, even if they've never really interacted. You'd have to live under a... well, deeper rock if you lived in the Underground and didn't know who the famous singing robot was.

Asriel smiles back nervously - but not out of guilt or fear, it's just a little daunting to be in the presence of a celebrity. He doesn't notice the dust or blood on him at all as he glances towards the cell.]

A-are you sure? I don't mind sharing.

[He pauses.]

Um... you're... you're Mettaton, right?

[mttbrandlegs]

[If Mettaton wasn't so self-involved, he might be a little more familiar with Asriel! As it is, it's quite obvious whose child this is. Duh.

It's just...wasn't the king's son dead? Is that why he's covered in dust? That doesn't really explain the blood though. Mettaton isn't sure what's so creepy about a dust-covered boss monster child who had been dead for a long time.

Actually, that's a lie. He knows exactly what's creepy about that.

Buuut, he chooses to ignore that in favor of the child knowing who he was.]

Yes, that's right! You know of me~? Of course, who in the Underground doesn't, right? Well, dear, if it's no difference to you, I'm taking a break. So I assure you, you're alright to peruse to your little soul's content!

[Although he's not expressing how put off he is by seeing Asriel this way, he still isn't in full, flamboyant form at the moment. Hopefully it's not too apparent. And thankfully, he's got a clean conscience, so he's not going to be freaking out Asriel in turn.]

[pleasereset]

[It doesn't register with Asriel why Mettaton might be a little bewildered at his sudden appearance - even without the blood and dust covering his body. After all, it was hard to think of himself as dead when he'd seen so many timelines, inflicted suffering on others, solved their problems, sometimes even doing both.

Still, he'd seen the posters, caught glimpses of his show in barely-working television sets. Flowey wasn't a fan, but it was still pretty cool to finally see Mettaton in person.]

Uh-huh, I've seen you on TV and in posters and everything! I-it's really nice to meet you in person!

[Does he sound too nervous he hopes he hopes he doesn't sound to nervous. But now that he has the approval to go on ahead, he hesitates a little. He really doesn't like exploring this prison, but he steps inside and starts looking through all the discarded junk left behind.]

Oof, it's really dirty in here.

[mttbrandlegs]

It's an...interesting pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, little prince! And I'm very glad to know that you have enjoyed my shows at some point~

[Why lie? Why even question why the son of Dreemurr was here? After all, Frisk had told him already that time could be suspended while they were here. Why wouldn't the Ingress be capable of pulling from earlier than Mettaton could remember?

At any rate, although he's not interested in picking through more trash (or time nonsense), the robot doesn't have a problem accompanying a child, especially such an adorable little fan.]

It is, isn't it? I would say I didn't volunteer for this manual labor but alas! A star needs to keep up his rapport with the public! No matter how dirty the task!!

[He fake-swoons against the nearest wall, ever the actor.]

Prison cells

[notglitching]

[Of all the user systems Rinzler's seen so far, this one is both more familiar and more disquieting than most. The audio errors and flicker of presence just behind are irritating, but certainly no worse than the environmental glitches in that user school had been.

No, his unease comes from the ordered levels. Rows on rows of narrow cells, structural circuitry lighting the area in dim shades of red and yellow. It's too familiar, too close, enough to send sharp/wrong memories seething underneath his damaged filters. It's hard to tell whether more nausea comes from the reprimand that follows, or the fragments that trickle up between the gaps.

Any distraction is welcome. The light footsteps ahead are easy to track down, and Rinzler paces forwards, pausing as he comes into sight of the small monster. Asriel is easily recognized, the hesitation in the beta's voice just as familiar as his outline. But the glittering fragments that coat the monster... voxels? No, not quite. Too fine, like code ground down to user sand. It's striking enough to stare at, though. Enough to pause, noise skipping with surprise. The question is ignored.

Rinzler's perception isn't the only one shifted. Asriel will see spatters of blood coating the program's hands and arms, sizzling faintly against the circuitry beneath... and trailing behind Rinzler? An unbroken stream of program code. The shattered fragments are only a little larger than its dust, but far more varied in their colors: blues and greens glittering among the mass of white from derezzed ISOs. Even some that seems to match his own red-orange glow. Voxels drip from the program's hands, fall from his disks, scattering dully with every twitch and step of movement, only to dim and fade away. It's mesmerizing, as corpse collections go.]

[pleasereset]

[The trail of broken code catches Asriel's eye, colorful but fragmented. But not like the bone white dust coating Asriel's fur. He can't piece together what it means, but it feels... off.

The blood is something he does recognize, and it takes priority over the colorful trails of broken codes. The alarm is clear on his face as he takes a sudden step back.]

Rinzler! Are you okay? What happened?!

[notglitching]

[Rinzler's assessment is similar. The dust might be an unknown (if a foreboding one), but the blood is evidence of combat—and recent violence, if the color is much sign. He steps forward sharply, scans flashing out to search for an attacker... only to pause, mask fixed on the beta as Asriel retreats before him.

Alarm. Fear. The nonverbals are familiar, and easy to detect, but what happened is exactly what Rinzler wants to know. It takes effort not to reach for a weapon, but if there's a threat in range, he can't detect it, and if Asriel's panicked enough to run, that's all the more reason he needs answers. The enforcer reaches for his MID, fingers flashing quickly across the keys.]

No damage. Situation unknown.

Require data. Threats active? Current status?

[pleasereset]

No damage?! You've got lots of blood all over you! And um, glittery stuff too. You need to go to the medbay if you got hurt!

[Because clearly it's from being hurt? He hopes - he really hopes. Did Rinzler get in a fight? The concern is written all over his face.]

I-I'm all right. I haven't seen any threats around here.

Infirmary ayooooo

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[Papyrus was already in there, frowning thoughtfully at some sort of broken tool and trying to decide if it was useful at all. Deciding against it, he sets it carefully back down and turns, grinning a little as he sees who it is.]

Asriel! Hello! How have you...?

[He trails out, looking confused, as the stats behind his back scroll on, listing the many, many ways Asriel's been the unluckiest creature in the underground for a very long time.

Papyrus's own stats aren't that much of a surprise.

HP: 680
ATK: 20
DEF: 20

Forgettable.

Following that, his own impossibly long list of deaths is the same. An attack from either Flowey or a name that changes constantly, stopping for a fraction of a second on Frisk or Chara before flickering to say something different.]

[pleasereset]

[The voice behind him gets a small jump out of Asriel, but after carefully placing a set of bandages he found back down, he turns to Papyrus with a big grin.]

Howdy, Papyrus! I was just looking for...

[And now it's Asriel's turn to trail off. The stats weren't surprising, but Papyrus stats are out there for him to see. And it had all of his deaths listed on it, by the looks of it, from every timeline Papyrus has existed in.

He feels his chest tighten when he sees Flowey's name on there, but that's not surprising. He knew he hurt Papyrus. Chara and Frisk on the other hand...

No. No that wasn't right. It wasn't.]

Um, Papyrus. I don't know if you can see it but um...

...

Your stats are showing.

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[Papyrus only looks alarmed for a moment before nodding solemnly and reaching out, indicating a point slightly above and behind Asriel's head.]

Yes... I think you're right.

Yours are, too.

[And he's starting to think they're wrong. They must be. Sans? His Sans? That lazybones sometimes doesn't even bother getting out of bed in the morning, and Asriel died so long ago, so how could any of this possibly be true?]

[pleasereset]

[Asriel perks up in alarm himself, and his first instinct is to reach out and try to hide it. But Papyrus already saw it, and how could he hide something he couldn't see?

Still, a sick feeling grows in his stomach. What does it say? What did Papyrus know about him now? He swallows, and a nervous laugh shakes out of his throat.]

Aha ha, um... I-I think maybe there's a few mistakes...

Prison Cells

[gainedlove]

[Frisk feels a little uneasy in the actual prison area themself, but they try to pay it to mind. This is just a place, not anything that should taint them for being within it. None of them are criminals, they're just here to take what they can. And with permission, even!]

[Resettling their bag on their shoulder, Frisk is just about to answer Asriel when they get a good look at him and freeze in sudden shock. That--the blood, and so much dust--!]

[They rush forward and take his arm to try and dust it off, and after a few passes they realize there...isn't anything there?]

Wh--what's going on?!

Re: Prison Cells

[pleasereset]

[Asriel stumbles a little, surprised at being suddenly rushed by a panicked Frisk.]

Frisk?! What's wrong?

[gainedlove]

What do you mean--the dust! I-it's all over you!

[Frisk tries again to brush it away, but the image doesn't even flicker.]

Why can't I touch it?!

[pleasereset]

Dust?! How-

[The word comes out horrified and disgusted, and Asriel quickly reaches up to brush himself off frantically-

-there's nothing there?]

...Frisk, are you sure?

[zhevitz]

[Rune didn't like the cell blocks. They seemed to loom over her, threatening to consume her. The empty contents raised question after question, hypothetical after hypothetical about what was lost and what could have been saved, until it threatened to consume her. She pushed them away each and every time in order to press forward, ever aware that she had the potential to save people now. There were others depending on her.

It's a relief to find another person. It looks like this one isn't human either, but everything about his voice and stature promises him to be a young child. She smiles brightly in return, her cheerful expression providing an eerie contrast to the red liquid that seems to have dyed her entire body. Her body is so drenched with it that she might have just been bathed in it. The red liquid, coming in several shades, is rubbed across her skin, dying her white blouse and adding color to her black clothes, mixed all throughout her dark blue hair.

It doesn't seem like she's noticed yet. The dust on him registers, but she doesn't immediately comment, deciding it better to try and offer him support first,]

Why don't we go in together? I can carry all the heavy stuff!

[pleasereset]

[Asriel nearly gives the girl a cheerful nod of agreement. She doesn't have to carry the heavy stuff, but it would be a good idea to scavenge together. But as soon as his eyes lock on the girl coated in red, he freezes up. Blood didn't hold the same kind of horrific meaning to monsters as it did humans, but Asriel was around Chara long enough to know just how much a human could bleed.]

You need to go the Medbay right now!

[zhevitz]

[That gives her a bit of a start. Rune raises her hands defensively. They move to the top of her head, then her cheeks, as she seems to search for the unknown problem. ]

Th-the Medbay? Is there something wrong with me? Is it my face? Is there something on my face?

[She does, at the very least, seem appropriately distressed by the situation.]

entrance

[raiderp]

[There was a lot Raiden was trying to get used to in a small amount of time--between being jettisoned into space (well, space ship, in space) populated with a myriad of weird fantastical creatures including and not limited to talking goat monsters... and currently walking alongside one of said monsters into a creepy abandoned space prison like it was totally normal.

It probably helped a lot Asriel was just a kid, and Raiden found it difficult to not want to sidle up to him a protectively. It wasn't hard to pick up on the little waver in his voice. This place was creepy as hell.]

...I guess we have too, if it's part of the mission.

[Or even if it wasn't, Raiden thought classifying it as one would help drive him to do it even if he'd rather not. It's not like he hasn't dealt with a lot of weird things on those either.]

You're not scared, are you?

[There's an air of a teasing tone; either to cover up his own discomfort in this situation or genuinely to see how the kid would react.]

entrance

[pleasereset]

[If Asriel could blush, he would. He was a little scared - everything about this place screamed that some kind of horrible thing was going to come out and attack them all. And it was easy enough to just admit that but he didn't want to look like a total scardey-monster.]

No, I'm not scared! I'm just... observing the situation.

[That makes him sound like he's not scared right??]

[raiderp]

[To Raiden, the kid's totally scared. But that's okay; thinking that forces himself to cling on to a bravado because he's the older guy here. He should be a protector. He should watch after him. That's just what he should do, right?]

Okay then. I'll go first.

[It's not just the bravado at work, the katana-like sword slung over his back is drawn in front of him, pointed into the dark air.]

I'll keep you safe.

[pleasereset]

[It's a relief to Asriel, to let Raiden take the lead. And for that, he'll let his pretend bravery act drop a little.]

...Thank you.

[The katana gets Asriel's attention, and his eyes widen at the weapon. But it's not out of fear.]

Is that your sword? It looks really cool!