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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The Ingress:

[Snake was curious about the newcomers. This time last month it was him being transported through the Ingress to reside aboard the Moira. Now, it was other people's turns. He watched the bright light with fascination, as he lit up his e-cigar and inhaled slowly.

Would there be more aliens this time? Humans? Dogs? Cats? Who knew. All he did know what that perhaps he could be on hand to help out the strangers who arrived by the portal.]

The Moira everywhere:

[Venom patted DD on the head as they walked along the empty corridor. It was DD's walk for the day and Snake had praised DD for not running towards the canteen desperate for food. He often used his nose to wander off seeking food or company. Usually, both. This time he was beside his master just sniffing the ground and occasionally glancing up at Snake seeking a rub.]

You like your walks, huh? Maybe we should go play some ball in the rec room. Would you like that?

[He bent low to give his dog some scritches under his chin. He always enjoyed that. DD barked playfully and licked Snake's hand. Good dog.]

Ocelot trained you up well. An Ocelot training hounds. Whatever next.

[Venom smiled to himself, as he passed through into another section of the ship, DD walking in front wanting to explore even more.]

The Med Bay:

[If anyone will be frequenting the med bay aboard the ship they will notice this soldier testing out his arm. It had been damaged by the hoards of Scraplets just a few days back. But now his arm was healed up and he was ready to go. Yet, he wondered if he could possibly ask for more supplies somehow. Why not? The ship must be loaded with bandages, meds and all sorts of stuff. He wouldn't steal no. Just look.]

Pretty decent for a ship's med bay.

Del Pascia Prison Block:

[Venom sighed and placed his head against the cold stone wall of the prison cell. His first planet side visit off the Moira and he was in prison. Great. Talk about first impressions. Decontamination? That's what they called it anyway. Snake wondered if any of the locks could be picked because why not? He was used to breaking in and out of places that were locked up for a reason.]

Talk about a welcome, huh?

[He spoke out aloud wondering if anyone else was sharing the cells next to him or anywhere else around the block.]

Del Pascia Death Becomes you:

[Snake was actually pleased when he found a pile of scrap that no one else had touched yet. A lot of good metal. The captains should be pleased, surely? He bent down to scavange the metal when he felt a strange feeling wash over him. It felt like dread. He got up and spun around expecting to see someone standing behind him. There was nothing there. He swallowed and frowned.]

What the hell?-

[Venom nearly cried out when he saw the blood. It was all over his hands, his arms, his chest.]

Jesus!

[He cursed and desperately tried to wipe it off. Where had it come from? How was he injured? He felt light-headed and could hear screams coming from somewhere. Men's screams of pain. Men dying. Soldiers. All those men that died in the name of Big Boss. Was he having some sort of fit? Was he ill? Snake felt himself slam against the wall and gasp.

More images of all the men that had died whilst fighting against him. All men that were the enemy. All the men that he had raised a gun to and fired the bullet into their heads. The blood. All the blood dripping down their screaming faces.]

No!

[Snake could feel their anger, their pain, their fear. So much death.]

Edited 2016-04-02 13:56 (UTC)

...Are you alright?

[Liquid couldn't see his own bloody body, just Venom's. At this point, though, he knew that it was there. Still, he didn't know that Venom actually noticed his own. It was all the shouting that brought him over, head tilted and a confused expression on his face.

Personally, he'd accepted the things he'd done in life, and unlike some people he made no excuses for the fact that he'd been essentially created to enjoy what he did. Being a Snake was just the way it was.]

Thought someone was eating you or something and we'd have to deal with a prison full of cannibals. Or those little robot things again. You see something?

[His head shot up to where Liquid stood. Could he not see the blood all over his arms and chest? He was so freaked out right now he could hardly breathe properly.]

Blood. Can't you see it? I'm covered in blood....

[He went to wipe it off his arms but it just smeared. What the hell was going on? Was it the place making him see things? An alien presence invading his mind? They were on a strange planet after all. Who knows what could be happening right now.]

I can hear screams of all the men I've killed. In my head. It's like this place is punishing me for all the killing I've done.

Yeah? So am I. Not that I can see mine, but... well, I've apparently been informed that it's there. Far as I've been able to tell, it's just for show.

[He couldn't feel it, and it didn't seem to be making a mess of anything. Didn't have that dried blood hardness, either. Just a vision, an illusion, a hologram, anything like that. One that was keeping itself from him.]

Really? Bloody hell. I didn't even know anything about it at first.

[Maybe it was the lack of remorse. Or maybe Venom was just hallucinating or something.]

[It all seemed rather odd and disturbing to Venom. He looked down at his hands and arms and there seemed to be a distortion in the image. Was he really just imagining this all? Perhaps the planet was causing him to hallucinate. Maybe it was the horn digging deep in his head playing on the hallucination, making it becoming more real to him.]

I don't know. Maybe I'm having a hallucination. It's not the first time this has happened to me. It's because of this the doc said. [He pointed to the shrapnel horn sticking out of his head.]

Why are we covered in blood? What the hell is going on? [Snake touched the other man's arm and it felt like there was nothing there. Was this just a trick?]

I think the planet is playing a trick on us or someone is. Maybe it's just me.

Edited 2016-04-02 16:15 (UTC)

Seems as good an explanation as any. Maybe it's tapping into that, whatever it is.

[Liquid nodded. He actually wasn't a stranger to Venom's hallucinations; there was that time on that island where he'd shot him, after all.]

I have no idea. I suppose, maybe, it's something to do with the whole prison thing. Perhaps they decide which cells you get by how much blood you've got on your hands. Or whether you've even got room on your hands for all the blood. Or it's to warn inmates against each other.

[Liquid held his blood-covered hand up to look at it. To him, he saw nothing unusual, not even a glimpse.]

Or, it could just be decorative. Does it make me look dangerous?

It makes you look filthy. [Because that was what blood was, right? It got everywhere. Sticky, thick and the smell; Venom was used to it ten times over. Every time he went out on a mission he could almost taste the blood in the air. The blood that would have to be spilt in order to complete the mission. Of course, there were times when he would go silent and not spill a single drop of enemy blood.

He liked those days.]

It all seems a little creepy to me. Someone's idea of a joke. A sick joke. [What sort of people lived on this planet?]

How bad do I look?

Suppose I'll have to take it for now. It's not like I can find a shower and just wash it off if I can't even see it. Long as nobody thinks we've just freshly murdered everyone, it can't be too horrible of a thing.

[He remembers a lot of killing people in his life. His first kill, especially, way back when he was just a child. Escaping his handlers, fighting in Angola, brainwashed in the Middle East, FOXHOUND... it's nothing new.]

I'm sure whoever's designed it thinks it's very clever.

Pretty damn bad. Like you took a bath in the stuff. A little worse than I'd seen you running round Mother Base with. I'm guessing it's taking everything into account.

Yeah. A sick joke.

[Venom could only imagine what he looked like. Like a demon covered in blood. Pretty horrific to most. Even those who knew him might find the image to be grotesque and disgusting. He just found it rather annoying and sick.]

All the men I've killed. It's like this place knows about us. [That was the bit he didn't like; the spying.] It's like someone or something is staring into our souls.

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