thisavrou_log | ( 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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[If no one's gonna give them trouble for being armed, damn right Han is bringing his blaster, and he's not gonna question the guy with swords about why he's got his swords. The prospect of scouring this big, mostly-abandoned station for salvage is really not appealing, but there are too many holes to patch in the Moira, he's not gonna try to sit this out.]

I try to avoid them as much as I can.

Doesn't everybody?

[ He sniffs a little, his eyes following the shadows into the corners. ]

Doesn't stop you from ending up there, necessarily.

I guess not.

[ Who can argue? Han has been lucky (or possibly really unlucky), in that he's more often in trouble with other criminals than with the law. At least until recently. ]

I'll just try to be glad we're not sticking around.

You know the minute you say that, we'll somehow end up stuck here.

[ Please do not jinx it, Han, Geralt has spent way too much time in prisons already. ]

Name's Geralt.

Which is why I'm planning to get out as soon as I can.

[ Which is the advice he'd give anyone else, too. Load up on parts and head back to the ship. ]

Han. [ He tips his head a bit too punctuate the introduction. ] You looking for anything particular down here?

No. Just anything that might be useful. Tough when I don't know what half of it is, though.

[ Hence the scowling. ]

Anything that's not already broken, we can probably use.

[ Shrugging, he glances around. ]

We could pry some of the panels off the wall here.

How can you even tell what's broken? It all just looks like a mess of metal to me.

[ And yet, Geralt is fine with the instruction - he'll start yanking at some of the panels. Just for funsies. ]

Trust me, when you get to the broken parts you'll know.

[ If this guy's willing to help carry stuff, Han's happy to provide suggestions. ]

I take it you know a lot about - this kind of thing?

[ Geralt obviously doesn't. ]

I know enough, I guess.

[ More than many aboard, apparently. It kind of seems like everyone he's run into is either related to someone he knows, or has never been to space before. ]

But I've been in a little further. Some parts are pretty trashed.

[ "Never been to space" about covers it. ]

I've seen some strange things in my time, but hunks of metal floating around in the void is something else entirely.

[What an odd way to put it. It has a nice sound, even if it's only the broadest strokes of how things work.]

Eh, you'll get the hang of it, [he says sympathetically, and then adds with a winsome smile,] Or you'll go crazy. But that's pretty rare.

Trust me, if I was going to go crazy, I would've done it long before this.

[ Geralt's life is a shitshow. ]

[Nodding, Han looks pretty satisfied with that answer, and pulls a small panel of plating off the wall, leaning it on the floor before he moves onto the next.]

Yeah, you'll be fine.

[ Geralt glances up at the rafters above them and then back to Han. ]

So, what's that weapon you've got?

It's a blaster.

[The weapon is a familiar weight at his side, less noticeable to him than its absence was.]

Pretty standard where I'm from.

"Blaster." Descriptive.

[ Presumably it, well, blasts. ]

Do you have, uh. Energy weapons? Projectiles?

[ He gives Han a blank stare. ]

We have magic.

[Magic. On principle, Han does not believe in magic. Mostly. He manages not to roll his eyes.]

Maybe we'll get unlucky and you'll get a chance to see how it works.

Your chances of that probably increase around me.

[ Geralt kind of attracts trouble. ]

Then we're in good shape.

[Because, well. Han has incredibly good luck. Except for when he has incredibly terrible luck.]

( april intro log )

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