( 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

disrepaired areas

[romanticsoul]

[ If Anakin felt something of a disturbance in the Force originating from Obi-Wan earlier, here would be at least one possible explanation: The slender figure of Duchess Satine Kryze, dressed in the uniform of the Moira's crew.

She isn't entirely surprised to see Anakin, she was already aware that he was on board, which is why she can greet him with her usual regal composure. ]

General Skywalker.

[ Pause to let him stare or ask questions or whatever else he might feel is an appropriate reaction to meeting a dead person. ]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[And just when he'd thought this whole situation couldn't get any stranger. It only takes a moment to place her voice--it may not be as instantly recognizable to him as it is to some we won't name, but he doesn't like making a point of not remembering people when he meets them, especially when they're "not" important to people important to him--but as he does, it's met with a sudden halted breath, a half inhale stuck in his throat.

He's seen a lot of the impossible. And the idea of someone being here after he knows they've died has been broached a whole of once, maybe this shouldn't be surprising.

Perspective changes a lot of things.

As he turns, his eyes go wide, a surprise he doesn't usually let get the better of him except in very, very select company (and Obi-Wan's girlfriend??? Satine, unfortunately until now, never quite registered as such. But then, being on the Moira's crew has changed a lot of things, relationships included, and perhaps it's time for that to change as well.

But if this is the second time this has happened now, what's to say it couldn't with...

It takes him another moment to properly find his voice, and with it, the surprise dims into something a little more cocksure in all the ways he really isn't in this.]

You know, somehow a prison was about the last place I expected to see you, Duchess.

[Such a polite regard for status.]

[romanticsoul]

[ She raises an eyebrow at him, not particularly impressed with the attitude. ]

It was more less the last place I was in before coming here, actually.

[ She doesn't say "before I died" because that would be a little too cruelly on the nose, but he can probably fill that bit in on his own. ]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[He looks marginally mollified at that; it's a look that Obi-Wan naturally had to get somewhere, and the echo of it is not at all lost on him. (It works better.)]

Right. Sorry.

[If that hadn't been a clue enough, he can only assume she knows; that this isn't as much a trick of time as much as it is something else entirely: it's in her eyes, the way she carries herself, that tone of voice. There's a certain resignation he doesn't recognize (if only in associating Satine's shared personality traits with a woman he does know; they have a certain poise in common).

So that he lets sit. There's no way to quip, no way to make that soft, no way to make it different. He's only seen Obi-Wan gutted like that twice, and he'd made a note years ago to never be the cause of that.

To varying result.]

Does Obi-Wan know?

[He side-steps the bantha in the room entirely.]

[romanticsoul]

That I'm here? Yes.

[ It was a painful reunion to be sure, but there was happiness as well. And yes, the bantha was very much in the room at the time. ]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[Good. He deserves to be happy. He thinks it, but doesn't say it aloud. He suspects Satine would react to such a declaration in much the same way Obi-Wan would. They share so many things in common, from their disparaging glances to self-destructive senses of duty, it's reasonable to assume the same here.

He just nods, a smile creeping up instead. Why dwell on what could have been, what might have, what isn't, when they seemingly have time not to worry about what can be? Ever the opportunist. They both know the truth of what's happened, harping on it does no one any good.]

So, Satine, what do they have a duchess doing on that bucket of bolts, anyway?

[Awkward small talk? HE EXCELS AT AWKWARD SMALL TALK.]

[romanticsoul]

[ Satine is reasonably certain that nothing at all can be here, at least not in the way Anakin is thinking. They may have been transported to another universe, but Obi-Wan is still a Jedi.

Then again, knowing his gift for rationalisation and justification perhaps he would be able to argue that jedi rules don't apply in a completely different universe, but that isn't something she is going to dwell upon or exploit.

She loves Obi-Wan too dearly to use his own weaknesses against him. At least when it comes to personal matter. In politics, she would be far more ruthless. ]

I am an interpersonal relationships officer.

[ Her understanding of things is that she is more or less a peacekeeper, so all things told it's a good call of the captains to assign her that task. ]

[ex_forcechoke292]

An interpersonal relationships officer.

[If there had been any hiding his train of thought this entire conversation, it's gone out the window now. Any approach toward subtlety is gone. Maybe Satine might be kind enough to not use this as a bargaining chip in regards to their esteemed mutual friend, but weaknesses are a thing that he and Obi-Wan drag each other about at length.

And boy, this is quite the piece of ammunition. (Which, to be fair, is intended in only the best of ways: he cares too much about Obi-Wan to see him devastated all over again). This whole situation practically screams SECOND CHANCE, even if he's the one who has to make that happen for his mentor and Satine both.]

So, what we're doing right now is like work for you?

[It's a terrible attempt at a save, with a smirk like that. One might say he's not even trying.]

[romanticsoul]

[ His comments add him another rather Obi-wanesque look. The "Anakin, please" one. ]

It's starting to look a little like it, yes.

[ Because she can definitely make a few educated quesses about what Anakin is thinking right now, and not commenting on it is pretty hard work. ]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[Unfortunately, now that he knows the look, where it comes from, and the general extent of its use, when beyond callous comments that he doesn't think twice about, it doesn't work so well when they're pointed comments he thinks too much about instead.

Far be it for him to want to change anyone, but he's acutely aware of how unhelpful it is refrain every time.]

And that would include...any one. Presumably.

[romanticsoul]

My task is to maintain peaceful relationships between the crew members so yes, it includes everyone.

[ Her expression seems to add a "what's your point?" to her statement. ]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[Please, they both know exactly what he means. That sly smile says everything. But he won't push. Not now. He's done enough, and they're both well aware. He wouldn't even need a sixth sense to surmise as much.]

Well, in that case, would you mind accompanying me out of here? This junk is useless.

[Relatively, anyway. Smooth save. He'd have better luck ripping apart a transporter and repairing the Moira that way, and at this juncture, with how strange this keeps getting, he'd take that blow to his pride in ripping apart a ship to help another over this any day.

Besides, this environment can't be helping this conversation in the least. If it sets him on edge as-is, he doesn't even want to consider how that feels otherwise. He's already more intimate here than he'd like.]

[romanticsoul]

[ Yes she knows what he means, but it's really none of his business and also he clearly doesn't understand the nuances of the situation at hand so she is quite happy to just leave the subject alone. ]

I doubt I can provide a jedi with much of an escort, but I am willing to try.