( 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

bar.

[whatdidisay]

( with his cousin's increasing inability to manage both his jobs, ivan has been picking up shifts as the bartender out of the goodness of his heart and the chance to help himself to the collection of alien alcohol. although he's pretty terrible at the job, preferring to hang out on the other side of the bar on a stool with his own glass full of whatever. hey, he can offer help to people who need it. no one ever does, really.

at the toast, ivan raises his glass -- something akin to wine tonight -- and nods, before taking a much more measured sip. whoever the man is, ivan hasn't seen him around. and with a toast like that, he thinks he'll be a regular. )

To survival. ( he confirms, not bothering to set his own glass down. ) And what, you've only been here a few days?

( that's said with a grin -- open and affable. )

[sickbays]

[ He draws a furtive glance across the counter, his expression surly as ever, and not all that impressed with the man's inquiry. The doctor huffs out a little snort, his attention falling back down to the glass and bottle of whiskey. He pours himself another shot, leveling it off as close to the top as he could without fear of spilling. ]

A few days is still too many. [ He mutters, setting the bottle back down on the bar with a heavy thump. ] It's bad enough bein' on a ship that you're used to. Here, I don't know what the hell to expect.

[ He doesn't know what to think of the crew either. Whoever it is that's overseeing the ship's repairs better be pretty damned good at it, otherwise McCoy's never going to be able to sleep at night. ]

[whatdidisay]

Try slightly over seven months. ( he shoots an amicable grin at bones, fitting easily on his handsome face. he's face worse grumpy individuals in the course of his life. ) Not military discipline, that's for sure. And to think I wanted ship duty. ( he frowns, sets his drink down for a second before giving mccoy a longer look. )

You've served in space before?

( oh thank god. he's been getting used to people who haven't, and it's always a refreshing to find someone who doesn't act like it's a huge deal. )

[sickbays]

God, is that how long that thing's been actin' up? [ Well, that's comforting. McCoy sighs a little just thinking about it, how long he might end up being stuck here himself, hurtling through space only to be sent back to spend another five years on his own ship.

The universe has it in for him. If he wasn't certain of that before, he sure is now. He stares down at his shot glass for a moment, sighing, ]

Yeah, I've served in space before. Doesn't mean I like it all that much, though.

[ He traces his gaze back up to the stranger, his expression still a bit sour, even if his tone isn't. ] You gone a little stir crazy yet?

[whatdidisay]

Seems like it. But the Captains were here before us, so there's no telling how long it's really been going on. ( he's helping. ) I wanted ship duty when I was younger. Turns out I'm also not that big of a fan, if it's all like this.

( as for that question, well. ivan tries not to think about the fact he's on a ship, that no matter how big it is he's trapped and that if he thinks about it long enough he feels like the walls are closing in on him. and thinking about that just starts his heart rate kicking up and, well, it's fine. he's fine. )

We swing by new places often enough, but none of them have exactly been my definition of a fun time. Except the one that started out with dating. That one I liked.

[sickbays]

Great. [ He sighs in dry acquiescence. This is why he never gets his hopes up, it just makes his life all the more disappointing. ] I'm glad someone agrees with me, though.

[ He doesn't mind the confines of the ship so much as he does the vulnerabilities. The fact that one strategic shot to their life support and auxiliary power could cripple their ship and send everyone on board to an early grave. He's not comfortable putting that much trust in a machine. It doesn't matter how safe it is, there's always a chance that something will fail.

He's a cynical son of a bitch, what can he say? ]

Are you serious? [ He scrunches his face, throwing a dubious look across the bar. ] Like, dating datin'?

[whatdidisay]

( that gets ivan to grin, just a little. )

Dating dating. Got matched up with a supposed soulmate and everything. It-- ( ivan frowns, considering ) didn't turn out very well, as a planet.

Can't say the same about the date, though.

( he grins wider, lifting his glass in a toast before taking another sip. )

[sickbays]

[ He rolls his eyes at that last part, his head turning away and shaking with disapproval. ]

Well, I'm glad I wasn't around for that. [ The planetary adventure and the matchmaking thing. Neither of them sound particularly intriguing to him. The doctor raises his own glass from the bar top and takes a much more restrained sip. ]

What didn't you like about the place?

[whatdidisay]

( ivan has a talent, bones. and unlike everything else he's capable of doing, he actually applies himself to womanizing. )

Something about kidnapped children and everything not being as bright and shiny and perfect as it appeared to be. Which seems to be the way these planets go, really, so I'm fully expecting something awful and terrifying to happen eventually now that we've docked at this prison.

( is he being paranoid? maybe he would have said the same of someone who said this pre-date planet, but after that and ceta, ivan's pretty sure this is just going to be the normal routine.

he hates it. )

[sickbays]

[ He furrows his brow at the mention of the children, but all the rest, he doesn't seems surprised. Shit goes wrong more often than it goes right, in his experience. Doesn't matter what planet you go to, or what mission you're on, there's always going something.

Good to know that's a universal constant. ]

I'd say it's plenty awful and terrifyin' as it is now. [ But that's just based on what he's heard. He hasn't set foot on the place himself, and he has no intention to, not if he has his way. He leans forward against the bar top for a moment, his frown considering. ]

Have you taken the grand tour? I haven't heard many good things about it. [ Nothing, in fact. ]

[whatdidisay]

If by grand tour you mean... escaped over there from people from my universe I don't want to meet? Yeah, did that.

( ivan shudders, recalling both the weird not-blood and the list of medical stats. yeah, not interested in going back there any time soon. )

And believe me, it's better over here. Less questions, less comparing how much blood you've got on you with everyone else.

( the moira is a ship full of goddamn mass murderers, as far as ivan can tell. )

[sickbays]

What, did your ex show up or somethin'?

[ Leonard scoffs, but he knows deep down he'd do the same. He'd throw himself into that prison so fast it'd make his head spin. Haunted or not, it sounds a hell of a lot more pleasant than any sort of awkward conversation he'd be forced to have with Jocelyn.

His expression contorts with confusion at that last statement, though. ]

Blood? How the hell did you get blood on you? [ He... never heard about this yet. ]

[whatdidisay]

Worse. M'mother.

( well, it's worse to ivan anyway. also: the clone of his cousin, who kidnapped and tried to kill him. long story. )

It wasn't actual blood, just-- something that showed how many people we'd killed. Or deaths we were responsible for.

( his hands flex automatically -- the blood had only gone up to his wrists: an entire military convoy sent to their deaths, with him supposedly on it. just to kill him off. ah, politics. he hadn't thought about that in years, not since getting back to his planet after. )

Anyway, not worth a trip if you can help it.

[sickbays]

[ He wrinkles his brow at that. If he cared enough to pry into this stranger's business he probably would have asked why, but since he doesn't, he just mutters, ]

My condolences. [ And just leaves it at that, his attention drifting down to the shot glass with an itch to finish it. ]

You sure you didn't jus' stumble into a haunted house? [ Because that story sounds pretty unbelievable to him. No offense. It's just the skeptic in him, not willing or even wanting to believe something until he's seen it with his own eyes.

And even then, sometimes, he has a hard time accepting it. He entertains the thought for a moment, though, frowning with concern, ]

How the hell would it even know all that?

[whatdidisay]

( ivan really doesn't have a good answer for the 'why' anyway. something about how he was expected to do everything she wanted in his life, to fit his life to her plan. something like that, anyway. terrifying. )

Pretty sure. And I don't know, and I'm also just as certain that I don't want to know.

( asking questions only leads to answers that are going to make things worse, in ivan's experience. better to live in ignorance where no one assumes you know anything. )