( 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

Arrival

[ersatzeverything]

You're only allowed to wear one layer of clothes here. Something to do with static electricity and sensitive components or something. Yeah. No one else is wearing underwear. Don't think about that too hard. [He finishes the bullshit with a shrug.]

Sorry. You must be kind of cold. [He's just wearing jeans and a flannel shirt right now, and doesn't have his long scavver coat unfortunately, but he'll unbutton the shirt and offer it to Elle.]

Hey, is that a Pip-Boy?

[quixotically]

[That... That concept is so ridiculous that Elle can't help but laugh. But she appreciates the pick-me-up anyway. Dumb jokes are by far the best way to make things feel a little bit more normal.

But, as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, Elle blinks a few times, taken aback as she realizes what he's doing.] Oh -- No, it's okay, you don't... you don't have to, I've got something I can change into -- I mean, thank you, I do appreciate it, but... It's -- It's okay, really.

[Having just arrived, Elle doesn't think twice about the fact that he recognizes the Pip-Boy. Even though she can see some... pretty strange people in the crowd, it's not like that's anything new to her, not something that would jump out at her as "there are people from different worlds here!"

So, she's responding as she always does when someone asks about it, lifting her corresponding arm to let him get a better look and nodding.] Yeah. It was a gift. [She's not a Vault Dweller.]

[ersatzeverything]

[He stops half-way through unbuttoning and rebuttons instead.]

Suit yourself.

[He peers at the Pip-Boy in fascination. He hasn't seen one in ages.]

Niiiice. Old World tech at its finest. You must have really impressed someone to get that as a present.

[Or she's lying and she killed someone for it and looted it from the person's corpse. He's not dismissing that possibility just yet.]

[quixotically]

No, not really, [Elle says, looking both sheepish and awkward.] I... well. Maybe he felt sorry for me. He wanted me to use it to keep myself safe.

[She doesn't want to out-and-out admit that the man who gave it to her was the doctor who saved her life after she'd been shot in the head. That isn't the kind of thing to be brought up with someone she literally just met. Well... With her hat missing, too, it isn't like the scar on her forehead isn't obvious, anyway. And, now that she thinks about it, almost all of her scars are visible right now, including the ones from Big Mt. ... She probably shouldn't let him get a good look at her back. That's another conversation she shouldn't have right now.

Actually, she should probably go ahead and change into... something. She shrugs her pack off and sets it on the floor so she can start digging out a change of clothes. Eh... The King's outfit should do well enough, that'd be easy. Shirt first.]

[ersatzeverything]

Nice style. You can't go wrong with the classics, good old white shirt and jeans.

[Deacon is taking note of those scars. Some injuries, some surgical, she doesn't look like a city-dweller, and doesn't strike him as a caravanner or farmer, either. Scavenger, maybe? Drifter? Merc? Someone who's gotten into enough trouble to be used to it.]

Since you're new, I'll give you a rundown on some of the basics. Uh, we're in space, on a spaceship. There's a dragon and a unicorn on board. Oo, plus aliens, I can't forget the aliens. We can't get home, but hey at least the food is good and there's no radiation or deathclaws and nobody shoots at anyone else, although Aurelia keeps threatening to.

There's not many people from the wasteland here. Just you and me and the kid [He means the Girl, whom he's convinced is from his universe.] and another guy with a nice set of shades, but not as nice as mine.

[quixotically]

[Elle quirks a smile as she shimmies into the jeans.] If I'm honest, I'm borrowing the style. [Jeans buttoned, aaand... now she can take out the jacket. She holds it up so the letters embroidered on the crown is easy to read, and then shrugs it on.

In the process, she listens to his explanation. Dragons and unicorns and aliens. She isn't sure if it's entirely believable. Well. No, the aliens make sense. And it's not like she hasn't seen plenty of impossible things before... She wonders if the unicorn gives rides. (She also makes a note of the name Aurelia. Keep an eye out for that one.)

But it's the last thing he says that catches her attention the most.] Shades? Does he have a beret, too? Red, with a NCR badge?

[ersatzeverything]

[Definitely watch out for Aurelia. That woman radiates bad vibes.]

No beret, just a depressed mohawk, you know, the floppy kind, not the energetic kind. He has a scar kind of like yours. [He points to his head to indicate which scar of many he's talking about.]

[quixotically]

[Damn. Elle is visibly put out at that, but only for a moment.] Well... If you do see someone like that, would you send him my way? [A beat.] I'm Elle -- Elle Days. [And she'll even offer a hand out for a shake.]

So... If these people aren't from the wasteland -- Where are they from? [She looks around them. Aliens and everything aside, she doesn't think most of these people look like they're from Pre-War, so... That particular flavor of weird can't be what he meant. But... What else does that leave, exactly?]

[ersatzeverything]

Deacon.

[He shakes her hand after a quick glance to make sure there's no weapon in her other hand.]

They're from all over. A bunch of them are Old World, like, old Old World. Twentieth century, barely twenty-first, that kind of thing. But there's people from different timelines here, too, so it's hard to tell if they're from our history or not. They're all really hoping not. I've noticed that people get pretty freaked when you tell them that the world as they know it is going to end in nuclear apocalypse in, what for them, is the next fifty to a hundred years.

Some of them are from other planets, other universes. There're big ass robots here that are millions of years old, and aliens, and dudes with swords and pointed ears... It's an eclectic mix, that's for sure.

[quixotically]

[... Elle doesn't know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't any of that.]

Jesus christ, [she says eloquently. She turns around to stare at the Ingress, eyes a little wider than they were a moment ago.] How... How the fuck does that thing work?

[It occurs to her, after she says that, that she needs to start asking why. Because, if the people being brought here are this varied, in every way possible... Seriously, why? What the hell? Is there something that all of them have in common that she isn't thinking about? There has to be some kind of reason.

... but, maybe the answer to "how" will answer the "why," even if just a little. She can think a lot of ways that would be true.]

[ersatzeverything]

It locks onto our biofermetic ion emissions and then opens a hole in the physic-spacial-tempero-plane using its luxotrophic capacitors and pulls people through. I say "pull" but it's really more like it magnetophors our component atoms and makes us instantly appear here. But it kind of feels like pulling.

[Yeah, he's just making up words. He doesn't have the faintest clue how it works. He knows it's ~Science~ but that's it.]

[quixotically]

[[Int 4/7] Uhhhhhhhh. What???

Do you see this, Deacon? This is the face of someone who didn't follow you one bullshit science word in. Elle wears a look of hopeless confusion for a long moment before she finally gives up trying to untangle what any of that means.

She blinks slowly a couple of times... and decides that, yeah, no, she was wrong. The "how" doesn't answer the "why" at all. So she may as well... try asking that, now, too. Who the hell is this guy?]

So... er. Do we know -- why... it's doing this? With the magno... whatevers?

[ersatzeverything]

[Another successful lie. It always gives him a little happy glow inside when someone buys his bullshit.]

Because it thinks we're pretty and it's starting a collection?

No, sorry, haven't a clue.

But I am pretty and totally collectible, so I might not be wrong.

[quixotically]

[That gets a little bit of a laugh out of her.]

Yeah, I... guess so. But... [She turns around and looks behind her at the Ingress again.] What, is it... Is it -- sentient? Or is it just a... machine?

[ersatzeverything]

As far as I know it's just a machine. I haven't yet heard anyone suggest otherwise. [But it's an interesting notion and one he hadn't considered before.]