( 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

[imahologram]

[a. the moira; here, there, and everywhere]

[Leia's grown accustomed to the Moira, even if she's not all that happy to be here. She's keeping an eye out for new people who might need assistance--and who might be good allies to have in the future--while she goes about her daily life.

You might find her in any number of places:

◦ Up in navigation, poking through whatever materials she can get her hands on. Paper maps, electronic maps, this box, that computer. Sometimes she just sits in a chair and stares out at the stars--but only when she thinks no one's watching her.
◦ The library, holding a paper book like it's some kind of spun-glass antique. (Who uses books made of paper anymore?)
◦ The underbelly of the gardens, silently lighting a candle with a sober expression drawing her features together. She doesn't want to talk about it, but you're welcome to ask.
◦ The cafe in the morning, blowing on a cup of caf (black, naturally) held between both hands. Later in the day, possibly nursing a rather more elaborate sweet drink (this is Han's fault) while checking the MID.
◦ Mero deck's baths, combing out her waist-length hair, braiding it, and pinning it up precariously with the inefficient little bobby pins she's managed to scrounge.]

[b. del pascia; death becomes you (1)]

[Leia's come to Del Pascia in the white slacks and shirt of her Alliance uniform. This might be a Moira mission, but it isn't directly related to her navigation work, and she's dearly tired of dressing in dark colours.

Unfortunately, besides the possibility of ending up with grease or rust stains, the blood of her enemies is bright against her clothes. The cost of war is death, a reality Leia's lived with for almost ten years now. Directly and indirectly, she's killed people, and when she returns to her galaxy, she'll undoubtedly kill again. Her chest, arms, and hands are all liberally spattered with unseen blood.

It's casually that she holds up a likely bit of scrap and speaks to the person approaching her. She hasn't glanced up from whatever it is.]

What do you think this is?

[c. del pascia; death becomes you (2)]

[Somehow the medbay here is eerier than the blood alone. That's not real--she knows that much, now that she's figured out what's going on with the blood--but the little notes next to each person are. Leia's look like this:

Name: Leia Organa
Age: 23
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 100 lbs
Current Injuries: N/A
Prior Incidents:
◦ Broken collarbone, horse-related incident
◦ Stunned, 10+ incidents reported
◦ 1-hour session, IT-O Interrogation Unit
◦ Sundry minor injuries

When she realizes just what's being broadcast, her intent is to get out of there as soon as possible, even if it means pushing past others present.]

Excuse me--I need to go.

[d. del pascia; what was that sound?]

[The lower-security areas of Del Pascia don't bother Leia; they're barren and brutal-looking, but there's no real sense of dread in them for her.

Further in, that changes. The decor doesn't really change, beyond the fact that it's been damaged beyond repair in places, but there's something oppressive about it. Something about the way it feels reminds her of the ugly days and nights she spent awaiting execution on the Death Star. It doesn't stop her--to the contrary, it makes her all the more determined to gather scrap--but it does make her jumpier than usual.

So when she hears a noise, her head snaps up from the wiring she's pulling from a broken holocam. (Everything is a holo-something in her mind until proven otherwise.)]

Hello? [She wills her voice steady, and it is--though there's an edge to it that isn't exactly friendly.] Is someone there?

[e. choose your own adventure]

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B!

[seeingscarlet]

[That's not...is it?

Wanda approaches stiffly, cautiously, impossible to miss in her blood-red Avengers coat. No, that's not bleeding through - it's on her. Wanda's footsteps slow and she pauses before speaking, just too long to be answering Leia's question.]

What happened to you? [Her tone is remarkably even, but Wanda can't keep the mix of concern and wariness entirely out of her voice.]

[imahologram]

[Leia looks over at the voice--she recognizes it as Wanda's, but the tone is nothing like their last conversation.]

Aside from a month of kidnapping? Not much. [She's more bemused than anything. In another context, she might assume it was some sort of veiled warning, but as eerie as the Del Pascia is, there hasn't been much to be concerned over so far.] Is something wrong?

[seeingscarlet]

[Maybe it's not blood. Maybe she just got sprayed with something while salvaging. Wanda would like to hope she'd have known sooner if Leia was the type to be so unbothered by seriously hurting or killing someone...]

Your hands. [More than her hands, but Wanda can't see all of it from this angle.] Tell me that isn't blood.

[imahologram]

[Leia glances down at her hands, but there's nothing notable there. She hasn't so much as pinched a finger so far, let alone bled.

Shaking her head, she holds them up for Wanda to examine.]

Just a little engine grease. Nothing to worry about. [And with that settled, she stuffs the whatever-it-is into a salvage bag.] How are you doing? You seem a little jumpy.

[seeingscarlet]

Don't you see it?

[Wanda's expression only grows even more troubled. That stuff is definitely not just on Leia's hands. She takes a few steps so that she can get a proper look and goes pale.]

...it's all over you.

[She is not untouched either - it's not as obvious, because Wanda is already in so much red, but there's definitely something that looks suspiciously like blood on her right palm.]

[imahologram]

[Leia shakes her head, looking down at herself--for Wanda's sake more than her own. Again, maybe a little smudged in places, but not with blood. She likes to think she'd have noticed it if she'd started bleeding that badly.]

Look, why don't we take a walk over to the medbay? If you're seeing things...

[The blood staining Wanda's palm doesn't stand out, but it's only a matter of time. Now that she's thinking about it...]

[seeingscarlet]

[Is she? Did that 'decontamination' do something it shouldn't have? There's only one way to be sure...

Leia might be able to sense something, a gentle mental touch, as Wanda takes a quick peek through her eyes. And Leia's right; there really is nothing. Several emotions cross Wanda's face - concern, surprise, confusion - and she scrubs her right hand across her face. What is going on?]

I don't understand. It doesn't make sense.

[imahologram]

[Leia feels...something...but she's not sure what. All she knows is that it feels wrong somehow, and it's connected to her tentative new sense of the Force. She stands her ground, but her expression has shifted from concern to suspicion.]

What did you just do?

d

[visionarie]

[Vision has spent the majority of his time exploring the penal colony rather than extracting items of value. So, it's with a quiet ease that he falls back into routine and hovers across the floor, phasing through the walls as he moves through the ship unobstructed. It's at this time, when Leia is watching the area that he calmly phases through and enters the room.]

[imahologram]

[There's no one and nothing except the murky shadows of an abandoned space station. Leia's shoulders sag, and she shakes her head to clear it. The emptiness is starting to get to her.

When she catches sight of the figure sliding through the wall, she's all nerve again. Before she can process the sight, her blaster is in her hands, trained on the approaching shape.]

Who are you?

[It's question and order all at once.]

[visionarie]

[It's been a long time since he's last come across another person, so the sudden question has him pausing him mid-air. Hovering two feet from the ground, the synthezoid turns his head toward the Princess noting the blaster trained on him.]

I am sorry. I did not mean to startle you.

[imahologram]

[He doesn't answer the question, but he also doesn't appear to be armed. On the other hand, he can float through walls like a ghost from a child's story.

Leia lets the blaster fall slightly, but she doesn't holster it.]

What are you doing here?

[visionarie]

"Exploring," he answers as his eyes shift to the blaster, noting the angle of the barrel. "I do not mean you any harm."

[imahologram]

You just float through walls for the fun of it.

[Frankly, he might. It wouldn't be the strangest thing she'd heard since her arrival. Leia's reluctant to put the blaster back, but she does finally let it drop to her side.]

Do you have a name?

[visionarie]

Vision.

[He watches as he she puts the blaster away, and nods in a silent "thank you".]

I arrived a month ago. [A look.] May I ask, who you are?

[imahologram]

[A silent sigh as she holsters it. If he tries anything, she's not exactly helpless in hand-to-hand. Still, putting it away doesn't exactly suit her at the moment.]

Leia Organa. I arrived a month ago, too.

[Normally there's a nice to meet you that goes along with introductions, but she's still a little too jumpy to lie that blatantly for no real reason. It'd be nice to meet you if you'd tried a door.]

Where do you come from?

B

[redshitlord]

Hm?

[Honestly, he thought he was here by himself. In this part of the station, anyway. And part of him had done it on purpose -- because where there were fewer people wandering, there were better chances for finding a music player someone hadn't already claimed.]

[He recognizes the voice, though, and pads around the corner, ready to give her some ridiculous answer.]

[And just stops dead, his expression going from smug to horrified.]

Y-- Scrap! Are you -- you're leaking!

[imahologram]

Scrap?

[Leia does look up--sharply, a little bemused--at the voice. (Is that a comment on her height? Every human must look tiny when you're as big as Sideswipe.) Dropping the oddly shaped bit of metal with a clang, she turns to face him.]

What do you mean, leaking?

[redshitlord]

Sorry -- yes, language, I know, whatever!

[Sorry, Leia, that's your first Cybertronian swear. Maybe not first, but oh well.]

[He gestures to, well, all of her.]

That red stuff! The stuff you guys lose when you're damaged! You've got it on you!

[imahologram]

[Well, that explains scrap--good to know. (How expletive-laden was this mission's description to his audio receptors?) She shrugs off the apology, and when his explanation clicks into place, shakes her head.]

It's not real, look.

[She holds out her hands--spotless to her--and swipes one against the other. Though she might not be able to see it, her earlier confrontations made clear that the blood wouldn't be affected by her touch.]

Just a hologram.

[redshitlord]

It -- what?

[He hunkers down even more to watch, nervous and unable to completely keep still. Is she serious? If it's not real then...?]

[And it doesn't move. Doesn't change.]

That -- why would they do that to you!

[imahologram]

I wish I knew.

[She gives Sideswipe a little smile--one she thinks he could probably use at the moment. He deserves some more reassurance of her continued health, considering how worried he seems.]

It's nothing to worry about, though. [Belatedly, she glances over him.] How are you doing down here?

[redshitlord]

... whew. Okay. Great! You were looking really worried there for a second!

[This is Sideswipe trying to save face. And probably failing miserably. But oh well. He tried.]

[And he shrugs, still crouching near her.]

Fine, I mean. I don't have a fluid hologram on me, and nothing's tried eating me yet.

[imahologram]

It's a good thing you reassured me.

[This is Leia letting him, albeit with a smile. She doesn't have a good sense of how droids age, especially outside her galaxy, but Sideswipe gives the impression of a rather young personality. There's room for a little leeway for him--here, at least.]

It's a bad day when an abandoned prison is better than a star cruiser. Those scraplets didn't take too many chunks out of you, did they?