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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[Zam keeps his eye on that pistol, alert for any indication that the woman will turn it against him. He’s dodged chancier shots before, but it’s not something he wants to risk if he can help it.]

If I could tell you, I would. The only authority this ship seems to operate under is the captains’. [And the captains are far from law-abiding citizens of any government as far as Zam can tell.]

I’m guessing the next thing you’ll want to know is how you got here, right?

[This answer helps exactly none percent. She stares, eyes narrowing, only half-hearing the question, her head swimming with a panic that she's having trouble quelling. Cerberus. Or some group like Cerberus. How could I let this happen? What did I miss?

Outwardly, the only reflection of the inner turmoil is a colder gaze, and a tighter grip. If looks could kill...]

Who are the captains? What do they want with me?

Thán, Cúrre, and Manasseh. [Zam still doesn’t move from his place, though he does tense as the woman’s impatience only seems to grow, ready to react if neccesary -- probably more in flight than in fight, seeing as he’s disarmed in more than one sense of the word at the moment.]

They want you to serve on the ship. That’s what they want from all of us. [He inclines his head towards the portal behind her.] The Ingress -- the thing that brought you here -- takes people here from dozens of different galaxies. That’s how I got here; it’s how almost all of us got here. That’s how the ship has enough people to keep it flying.

[His gaze flickers back to the pistol.] It wasn’t my decision, so ah-- [A very tentative smile.] Don’t shoot the messenger, alright?

Different galaxies?

[That, at least, caught her off guard. Vigilant, still tense, she sways slightly, catches herself, and takes a steadying breath. One step at a time.]

What do you mean, take?

[She gives a quick glance backwards — then stares back at Zam, expression colored equally by rage and confusion. Things are quickly making less and less sense, and the panic is joined with something akin to despair. Grasping at straws, she tries one last attempt to quantify things in her own terms:]

Are we still in the Milky Way galaxy?

I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. [He may be in a non-combat role currently, but he’s still a hunter at heart, and he picks up on that moment of weakness like it’s a beacon. He’s in no shape to actually use it though and the moment passes quickly enough.]

I mean that it brings people here. Doesn’t matter where you were or what you were doing. [Or what condition you were in when it took you.

The question gets a slight tilt of the head from Zam.] I doubt it. Strange name for a galaxy if you ask me.

[She shakes her head, comprehending, but wishing she didn't. Believing, but in utter disbelief.

After a moment that seems to go on forever (in reality, a few seconds), she plants her feet, rolls her shoulders back, and pointedly deactivates her gun.]

Fine. What now?

[She eyes Zam, expression exhausted still, but burning with renewed ferocity and fight. Giving in doesn't have to mean giving up.]

[Zam relaxes slightly at the sound of the gun powering down.] Now, I bring you to the medbay. [He lifts his hand, showing the MID around his wrist.] Get you outfitted with one of these and find you something to wear other than-- [A general gesture at her melted armor.] --that.

[He turns marginally toward the door, though he keeps an eye on Shepard.] No offense, but seeing as you’re the one with the gun here, I don’t think I want you at my back the entire time. [He gestures for her to come closer with a tilt of his head.] C’mon. I won’t bite.

[Shepard raises an eyebrow at the MID, opens her mouth to ask a question—but at the gesture to her armor, looks down.

Oh. Right. This.

Well, at the very least, it helped to strengthen the "taken" argument. The armor had definitely seen its last days of usefulness expire utterly in that Reaper blast.

She breathes out, one long, tired sound, and approaches the other at a walk. He had a point, she did have a gun—but this was no time for underestimation, missing an arm or no. On the back foot information-wise, she wondered briefly if he could bite.

Stopping just short of parallel with Zam, she nods at the door.]

How about side-by-side?

[Technically, anyone with a mouth and a slow enough victim could bite, but Zam’s not planning on it. Sorry Shepard, you just don’t look very appetizing.

He nods once in response and leads her out of the room and into the hallway. The most striking thing about the Moira’s corridors is the sheer size, the walls wide enough that the path resembles a road more than a hallway, and the ceiling stretching upwards dozens of feet. In general, the ship gives the impression of being made for beings much, much bigger.]

So like I said, [Zam says conversationally, turning to glance at Shepard as they walk,] Looks like you had a rough day. Even before the Ingress zapped you here.

[She makes a sound that could either be construed as a laugh, or just a sharp exhale of air.]

You could say that.

[Cagey and untalkative Shepard normally ain't, but today just isn't her day. Frustrated, and powerless against it, suspicious, and a wash of other emotions she can't, to her deep chagrin, seem to nail down, she focuses instead of being alert.

Although all she's alert to right now is the hallway (huge).

After a moment's walking, a question does manage to bubble up past everything else. Probably because she wouldn't be Shepard if she wasn't asking questions of everyone she encountered.]

You said you arrived the same way?

[Zam’s rather disappointed at the lack of answers -- certainly he’d like to know what would have to happen to someone for their armor to actually fuse like that. But unlike Shepard, he’s actually contractually obligated to answer questions, so he responds to Shepard’s without complaint. A job’s a job, after all.]

Through the Ingress, just like everyone else. Wasn’t having much of a good day myself, either. [Another shrewd look at the woman, wondering what meaning she’d pick up from that admission, and half-hoping it would encourage her to share more.]

[She nods in reply, but doesn't take the hook, and continues to walk in silence. If there's any change in her outlook, she doesn't show it. There's another few seconds of this before she turns to Zam again, her look searching, intense.]

Have you heard of the Reapers?

[Not the chatty type, huh? Zam looks away, put off by the woman’s reserve. His response to her next question is rather clipped.] No. Should I have?

[There's another nod, slower this time, her eyes looking out past something. Then she shakes her head.] I guess not.

[Shepard lapses into silence, and doesn't say much for the rest of the walk to the medbay, her expression a study in unreadable. She follows requests congenially enough, but doesn't outwardly comment.]

( april intro log )

HI! :D /heaps shep on top of wagon

bring out your newbs mOwOm

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