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( 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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[Space is nothing new to Rey. Sure, she had only been off-planet for the first time in working memory a few weeks ago, but since then, it had been hyperspace and open space everywhere she turned. The number of planets she'd visited was more than she'd ever dreamed of seeing. And even though the planets themselves will always be amazing to her, space travel itself is not.

In fact, this particular form of transportation has her more than mildly annoyed. She's already visited the medical wing, her quarters, the Aft--that only left roaming the hallways, for the time being trying to find her way around without the aid of a map. Because no self-respecting scavenger ever needed a map.

Except now she's turned herself all around, and isn't certain where to find... anything.

Frustration mounts, which is unfortunate for the first person she meets after what seems like hours (but has really only been about fifteen minutes). Her tone bites, but there's no real malice behind it. Just a palpable irritation that happens to be aimed in his general direction.]

What?

Uh— [ okay. peter's expression flickers — surprise to curiosity and then to mingled doubt — for a moment, punctuated by the passing thought that perhaps she's not the person to ask. he knows there's a map on the MID, but there's nothing quite like learning the layout of a place organically. for as much as he wants to trust in where they are and who's brought them here—

he doesn't. learning the ship without the aid of technology will help if — anything happens. (it will. it always does.) ] Do you know where the [ a beat, an exhale of breath and a bout of internal debate that flashes across his features. where does he want? he wants home. he wants his house, aunt may, her terrible meat loaf, arguments about doing laundry, quiet trips to the florist and even quieter trips to see gwen— ] —the observation deck is? I— [ he half points in the direction she'd approached from. ] Medbay's somewhere that way. [ "I've just arrived" is the explanation that's got lost somewhere between the two comments. nevertheless, there's a twitch of a smile: it's genuine, but tinged with a mixture of self-awareness and nervousness.

(dude, he just wants to be back in new york.) ] I got a bit turned around trying to find— it's a big ship, you know?

Edited 2016-04-03 09:52 (UTC)

[Rey isn't particularly wild about the idea of trusting anyone, but there's only so much suspicion one can hold when they've literally no other options. So she knows that her frustration is misplaced, and she tries to reign herself in. She can't go losing her head when she's only just arrived. How would they ever give her better access to the transports if she did?

So she takes a deep breath, listening to his stilted questions. She tries to hide her impatience. After all, they're in the same boat--both literally and figuratively.]

Yeah, it's this way.

[And she makes a gesture for him to follow. It's easier than just telling him, after all. Besides that, she's already familiar with the observation deck and is confident that she can lead him there. It's about all she's confident of right now. After a few moments of silence, in which she doesn't really wait to see if he's following her, she adds:]

And I've seen bigger.

[ he follows: his immediate assumption is that she's been on the ship for a while, certainly longer than him, and asking her about it is on the tip of his tongue, until— ]

I've seen bigger. [ the comment's out of his mouth before he's really had time to think about it, and after a breath of a pause and a moment of realisation, he amends with: ] —On TV. [ the closest he's been to a real life space ship is the toy models of NASA shuttles he'd owned and played with as a kid. he doesn't add on that the only space ships he's seen on TV are of the fictional variety — he's not sure, given their circumstances, the difference is that important. he has a degree of familiarity, right?

a side-long glance, then, genuine curiosity, and: ] Have you been on bigger?

Edited 2016-04-04 08:24 (UTC)

[Wandering fairly aimlessly is something Rey has perfected during her time as a scavenger. Sometimes, the best loot was right in front of you when you weren't even looking. As for how long she's been on the ship... well, probably exactly as long as he had. She just isn't acting like it, because that wouldn't solve anything.

Rey glances at him, her interest piqued--until he says the word "TV." Then, her brow furrows, and she questions:]

TV? Is that like a holo?

[The elevator to the observation deck is just ahead, and when they reach it, she presses the button to call the lift. Her hands find her hips, a comfortable resting place while they wait.]

Yes. It was the size of a small planet.

[ his eyebrows knit together briefly — it isn't so much what she says (holo) than that she says it: it's one thing to find yourself on a ship, away from earth and away from home, it's yet another to have the reminder of that pop up in small, unexpected ways (though he supposes he should expect—). in some respects, the larger things, the grander things — space itself, the moira — they're easier to come to terms with than the smaller, more insidious little culture shocks.

his lips twist — a moment of consideration — and he nods. ] Yeah, you could say that. Moving images? [ his attention shifts briefly towards the elevator and then back to her, a mixture of curiosity and awe crossing his features. ] Yeah? [ it sounds impressive, but it's just a matter of scale. (size doesn't matter crosses his mind.) he presses his lips together and redirects his attention to the elevator, a soft ding announcing its arrival. he casts her a glance. ] You know what they say, right?

Edited (I JUST REALISED HOW MUCH I REPEAT MYSELF i am sorry) 2016-04-05 09:44 (UTC)

[Moving images is one way to put it, but she nods because technically, it's accurate. Rey hadn't seen many holos in her life since most of her time spent on Jakku had been scavenging, but she was acquainted enough with them. From what she had seen while with the Resistance, they were mostly used as outlets for propaganda.

Once the lift slides open, Rey steps inside, brows furrowing at his insinuation. Mostly because it's one she doesn't entirely understand.]

No. What do they say? And who are they?

[ peter remains silent as she steps into the lift and he follows, pursed and twisted lips the only visible sign of consideration. ] There isn't a they. [ he admits, attention shifting momentarily from rey to the panel by the elevator door just so he can see how many floors the ship spans. when he looks back to her, he continues: ] It's just a saying, a way to refer to a commonly used phrase without actually saying it, but I guess we'd have to be from the same place for that to work.

[ his lips quirk into a small smile. ] We were talking about size. Nor— Back home, someone might say that and it just means that [ an audible exhale and a loose shrug. ] it doesn't matter how big or how small something is, it's what it can do.

[ that'll do for an explanation... ]

[Rey's lips pinch together at that. Not many people on Jakku had an open sense of humor, and she certainly wasn't one of them. And he's right, the cultural gap was going to be troublesome if she had to keep interacting with people from galaxies that weren't her own. She sighs to herself, punching the correct button for the observation deck.]

Seems as if there's a better way to say it.

[Which would literally be saying it. Ambiguity isn't something she really likes. All the same, Rey offers a sort of smile.]

But... I know what you mean. I know a little droid that's done some things even a human wouldn't.

There is, but it's kind of a joke — you don't say it, and that's funny. [ sort of, painfully funny if you want to pretend you're ten years old. a beat, a flicker of a sheepish smile and an admission: ] It's not very funny.

[ but then there's her a second comment, and he's silent for a moment: it's not that he doesn't believe in the best of people, he does — tries to, but they've managed to do an awful lot to mess a lot of things up. a lot of easy, wrong choices. wouldn't doesn't mean a lot, in the grand scheme of things. he watches the screen in the elevator tick by the floors they're passing (not that many, he notes), and when it hits the floor that matches the button rey had pressed, finally: ] I don't know if we're the measuring rod everything else should be compared to.

Edited 2016-04-07 10:19 (UTC)

[The fact that he's admitting his own joke isn't very funny... is kind of endearing. Rey loses some of the tension in her shoulders, and her smile eases.] If I were from your planet, it might be funny. [There. That's something someone who knows how to be polite might say.

The silence doesn't bother her so much as the way he's staring so intently at the screen showing the elevator's progression. Rey is used to people just lapsing into silence after starting a conversation with her, but she doesn't think she's said anything terribly offensive. Her brooding expression is about to return when he finally speaks, and suddenly she understands. At least, enough.

She frowns as the door opens.]

Probably not. But that droid was programmed by a living, breathing person, and I think that's important. That someone gave it the courage they might not've had.

Edited 2016-04-08 14:16 (UTC)

[ a huff of a laugh and he shakes his head. ] No, it's pretty terrible — even on my planet. Earth.

[ as she's not from earth, he doubts she'll be familiar, but a name is a name. a point of reference, if nothing else.

her frown prompts a twinge of curiosity, sated somewhat by her reply and he hums a noise of acknowledgement. it's fair enough: she knows — "droids" better than he does, after all, but he can't help but wonder how much autonomy they have of their own, how much is programming versus how much is learnt — and if it's just programming, how can it be called be courage? how is it a choice if it doesn't have fear, or even the power to deviate from what it determines to be the best course of action? ] —Do they feel? [ beat; a wave, almost dismissive. ] Droids.

I've heard of Earth. Never been, and never met anyone from there. [Which wasn't unusual, considering how far into the Western Reaches Jakku is. Most of the people who stopped by were from nearby systems, either looking for some easy jobs or hiding out for a while.

The question is one she's pondered many times. Rey has seen droids "scream" when their circuits were fried or they were attacked, a sound she had associated with them feeling pain. But honestly, there's no real way to tell. Many droids, such as BB-8, had the newest generation of AI. While that meant its decision-making skills were nearly human, did that mean it could feel? Rey likes the droid, and it had made choices that endangered itself, even when ordered not to. That certainly spoke towards some kind of autonomy in her book.]

I don't know, really. But I've seen them do some things that make me believe they do.

[ he can't believe that he's the first and only person to be on the ship from earth, not given the message he'd read on the MID, not given the way it specifically mentions earth, and he studies her again. new, like him, or insular. probably, he thinks, the former. nevertheless, it's not something he comments on (hardly important, after all), and instead settles on: ]

A.I isn't that advanced on Earth. You can get programmes that will answer you, ask you questions, but the it's all reasonably limited — defined guidelines, actions based on probability. You might be able to say that they can take risks, but it wouldn't be a result of free will.

[She frowns at that, stepping into the observation deck. The windows around them are tall and wide, giving them an unobstructed view into the vastness of space. There are stars everywhere, but she doesn't recognize any of them, which is her biggest problem right now. She can't exactly make an escape if she doesn't even know where she is and what direction she should go.]

That seems very limited.

[ peter steps away from her and towards the windows, his attention shifting from one star to the next. none of them are familiar to him, but he doesn't expect them to be: they're apparently far from earth, and if he was able to see the big dipper from wherever they're supposed to be, he'd be a touch disappointed.

it is daunting, though, and a stark reminder of how little of space they — earth — has truly yet realised and discovered. ]

Limited? [ half a question, half the slow realisation of someone who's thoughts are focussed entirely elsewhere. ] I guess, but that's where we're at. Technology will improve, it always does, but for now... [ he trails off, a mild shrug punctuating his remark and idly, he wonders how many of the stars they can see are already dead. he looks back to her, half a smile pulling at his lips. ] People on Earth are stuck being brave, stupid, or afraid.

[Rey tries not to think about dead stars and the planets they leave behind. Not all of them have native inhabitants, but those that did had to be abandoned. It was depressing, but it was also just a part of living anywhere dependent on a star.

Brave, stupid, or afraid. It's so accurate, it makes her smile a little bit.]

Those are pretty much the only three options, I'll give you that.

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