( 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

ingress

[deal]

[Cassandra's in the middle of arriving and adjusting herself, but that doesn't stop her from taking notice of a really weird trend in most of the other new arrivals she's met or seen. Her eyebrows knit close together as she observes his feet, and then looks down at her bare ones.]

Are they starting a shoe collection or something?

[It's said out loud, almost as if she's trying to start a conversation, but really she's just saying it for her own benefit. To make her come close to smiling, because if she doesn't try joking she's going to panic and she really can't afford to do that around so many other people.]

[cassidyneal]

[Neal looks down at her bare feet in return and manages a half smile, rubbing his hand over the top of his head.]

It's kind of a weird thing to take, yeah? Wandering around barefoot somewhere I don't remember asking to go doesn't seem like the best thing. And yet.

[It's exactly what he's going to have to do.]

So you're new, too then? At least we're all probably pretty identifiable right now. [Which is either a good thing or...not great, being singled out like that as new.]

[deal]

Yeah. Lucky us.

[She clearly doesn't think it's a good thing they're all so easily identified as being new. Being new someplace was a weakness, and in her experience, people loved taking advantage of weaknesses. Still, having this many people running around barefoot is almost hilarious. It's enough to make her smile and chuckle, anyway.]

There's got to be replacements somewhere around here. We just have to try looking.

[cassidyneal]

Well. If you don’t mind a search partner, maybe it’s better to go together?

[This has nothing at all to do with the fact that he’s in a strange new place with no one he knows. Nope. Not at all.]

Shoeless misery loves company, right? [He smirks a little.] Names Neal, by the way.

[deal]

I'm Cassandra.

[She glances up at him with a smile, nodding because she figures looking around for shoes together sounds like a good plan. If nothing else, at least there's two of them to push back against any people with shoes if they come across any. Not that she's going to condone stealing someone's shoes but...well, the floor's cold.]

How good are you at fighting, Neal? Are you good with punching, or are you more of a hold the people in charge here down while I do the punching kind of guy?

[It's phrased like a tease, nothing more than a joke. But seriously, she's trying to figure out who she can potentially rely on if this place is dangerous.]

[cassidyneal]

Nice to meet you.

[And then he's rubbing a hand over his chin as he contemplates her question.]

I'm pretty good hand to hand. Even have some sort training and bow skills. [Not enough to compare himself to David and Robin Hood, but decent enough.]

Anyone tries anything, I think we'll be okay unless they have weapons. [Or magic.] You a fighter?

[deal]

Only if I have to be.

[She glances down at her bag, where her knife better be. Just to make sure it is she takes a second to peek inside, and looks relieved when she takes notice that it's there.]

I'm guessing that since we've been taken by someone, I'm gonna have to be.

[Since he says he's good at hand to hand, she figures they'll be okay. He's strong and she's small and agile, they'll make a great team. Like Rocky and Bullwinkle. ]

[cassidyneal]

Hey, as someone who knows what it's like to be the victim of 'cursed to a different land but not necessarily by someone who wants to hurt you' it may not be hostile here.

[Or it totally could be and they're all screwed. He'll adjust accordingly.]

[deal]

How many places have you been cursed to?

[There's a sense of disbelief in her voice, like maybe he's exaggerating. He has to be.]

Or maybe I should be asking how many people you've pissed off to make them want to curse you to a different land.

[cassidyneal]

Just the one time. [Because falling through portals doesn't count here, right?]

I didn't piss off anyone, I was just in the right place, wrong time. Someone else's curse.

[One of the portals though, that was his pissed off, deranged ex-fiance but they can get into that later. Much, much later.]

What about you? Is there magic in your world?

[deal]

No.

[She doesn't even bother trying to act like it is, because she realizes that sounding skeptical about magic is going to make what she sounds next come across as if she's trying to show him up.]

There's no magic where I'm from. Just zombies.

[cassidyneal]

[Well, that's enough to get him to slow his pace a little as he looks over at her.]

I honestly that I'd heard of everything being real. Zombies is new. Zombies...sucks.

[Which is probably putting it lightly - though he hopes not rudely - and there's a twinge of disbelief in his voice. Being from a world of fairy tales doesn't mean it's easy to believe everything he hears.]

[deal]

[Saying that they suck is an understatement, and she narrows her eyes as she looks up and over at him. She isn't sure how to respond at first, and takes to walking on ahead, hands balled up into tight fists. It's not what he's said, it's the feelings that talking about it brings up.]

Sucks is putting it lightly.

[She finally speaks, glancing over her shoulder at him.]

I lost everything. [She pauses, shrugging.] But at least I had shoes. Which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for this place.

[cassidyneal]

'Sucks' is a word you use when you're not from a place that could ever understand what you've gone through. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound...well. Exactly the way it sounded.

[Well, he's an idiot, so.]

We'll get our shoes back. Or least something to wear. Then maybe a drink because I don't know about you, but I've had a hell of a day.

[deal]

You didn't sound like anything. It's fine.

[Which sounds weird to say, but it really hadn't been what he said that bothered her. So she tries smiling, and instead focusing on the promise of drinks. ]

Fine enough that I'll take you up on the drink, anyway. I'll even let you lead the way.

[cassidyneal]

Well, fair warning. I don't know where the hell I'm going anymore than you do, so.

[Blind leading the blind, but at least they're together? How bad could it be?]

[deal]

That's too bad. I've already made you the leader.

[Definitely the blind leading the blind. But at least she enjoys talking to him, so even when they end up lost it won't be that bad.]

[cassidyneal]

At least I'm pretty sure we can rule out being dead for the reason we're suddenly showing up some place new. Unless you can die twice.

[Wait, can he? He's moved on but maybe there's more moving on that happens. Maybe the world knows nothing about what happens when you die and it's just a series of moving on to more weird shit.]

[deal]

[Funny he should mention dying. She stops walking and looks up at him with both eyebrows arched.]

I was really sick, before coming here. My group had left me behind.

[So she could die quietly and out of the way of the group, so a part of her is pretty convinced this is all the afterlife.]

[cassidyneal]

[It seems logical to assume she was bitten by a zombie, right? He's going to assume, but not ask out loud because it seems rude.]

Full disclaimer: I've been dead a while. And the afterlife, this isn't. Unless I somehow got pulled back into some space version of purgatory.

[He tries to stifle the little bit of panic he has at that. You didn't leave Hades' part of the Underworld and then go back to some other version of it, right? He's choosing to believe he's right.]

[deal]

[All she can do is stop and stare at him for a few moments, trying to figure out if he's joking or not. In the end, she decides he isn't.]

If I knew what space purgatory was like, I'd tell you if we were in it.

[Her head tips off to the side as she smirks, clearly enjoying messing with him.]

But I don't. And the fact still remains we both died. Which means we probably should make the most out of being here. Whatever...that actually means.

[cassidyneal]

Don't get me wrong, definitely be glad to breathe again, but there are some people I'd rather be seeing if I get a second chance at this. No offense, you're great.

[He gives her a little smile at that, not purposefully trying to offend her, so he adds:]

I have a kid, he's...well, he'd be thirteen, now.

[You can't be offended at a guy wishing he was with his son, right? Hopefully.]

[deal]

Thirteen, huh?

[She dryly retorts, quirking an eyebrow.]

And here I was about to hit on you.

[Clearly, she's not offended by what he's said at all, and even flashes him a grin.]

Way to kill the mood.

[cassidyneal]

Killing the mood is something I'm pretty damn good at, turns out.

[He smirks though; he actually likes her dry humor and gives a little shrug.]

You don't hit on guys with thirteen year olds? Pretty harsh. I'm wounded, honestly. Now I'm curious about what you're like when you flirt.

[deal]

[She's initially surprised when she doesn't fluster him, since she had originally pegged him as the easy to fluster type. Looks like she guessed wrong on that.]

Find me that drink, and you might get to find out.

[She wisely avoids mentioning anything else about his kid, because in her experience, talking about family you don't get to see only leads to sadness.]