( 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

iii.

[bloodbinds]

[ Ava's scrounging around as well, looking for both materials and information to bring back to the ship. She's not finding much in the way of nutrition or sustenance for her job but finding medical equipment, even something as simple as tubing, is worth it.

Turning back, she sees Wanda there, and she pulls the bag she has over her shoulder so she can go to join her. A familiar face is enough to keep the creepiness from sinking into her spine. Something feels off about this place. ]

Wanda.

[ And that's when she sees the information behind her, pausing. Some of it flickers uncontrollably, impossible to decipher, and she frowns. ]

...What's that?

[seeingscarlet]

[Medical facilities always make Wanda uneasy since the experiments. It's not hard at all to picture Strucker or List in here and she shudders to think what else might have happened here in the name of science. Some of these tools look like they could just as easily double as torture devices, if that wasn't their purpose from the beginning.]

What's–

[But she already has a sinking feeling in her stomach when she turns to look. Not again. Wanda tries to get the thing to go away like it's Stark Tech, tapping at it and trying to compress it, but no matter what she does, the screen reads:]

Name: Wanda Maximoff
Age: 20
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Current Concerns: Short-term insomnia; ę̛́͟r̷̢̕͢͟r̶̕o͜r̶͜͞͡
Previous Concerns: Malnutrition; sundry minor to medium superficial injuries; burn, second degree (right hand); subjected to neuro-electric manipulation; èr̶̡̨̕r̶̴̢͢o͜͏̸͢͠r̨̛͢͡͞
Note: Enhanced brainwave activity detected


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̶̯̘͎̤̠̭ͤ̃ͫ̓ͪ̀ă͔̬̎̓͘͠ͅb̴̹͉̳͎̯͇͇̑̑̑͂̚̚õ̰͔̲̣͟͡͠r̼̱͉̭͛̆̏ͭͬ̀t̝͚̼̿͑ ̸̼̠͓̹̳̟̖͂ͨs͔̯̫͚̖͉̥̆͑͛͊́͜c̨̅ͣ͆͐ͥͨ҉̯̖̩a̡̽̄͑̉͏̤̲n̮͉͇̩͔ͫͨ͒̈͗ͅ ͉̻͛̎ͦ̽̓̓̍ͧ́͜ȍ̶͗̋͢͏͖̯̝̰̖p̡͇͈̪̥̭̗̆͛̾͒ͧė́̾̽ͤ́͝҉̭̮͔̗̝̥r̶̨͕̫͖͂ͦ͌̏͘a̸̴͇͈͉͉̺̅̏ͦ͐̓t̋̓ͣͮ̂͊̕҉̶̙̠̮͇̲͉i̴̎͏̢̦̠̳͉̥̻o̯͚͇̱̤͚͉̔̉̆̔̆̃̌n̨̤̅ͮͯ͡ͅ


It's nothing. [pleasedon'tlooktooclosely]

[bloodbinds]

[ Ava doesn't mean to look, not really, but the glitching numbers flicker back and forth and beckon her as a moth to a flame. What does it all mean? She can't read fast enough to satiate her curiosity when Wanda turns, and Ava flushes, as if she's taken something she should not have. ]

It's okay, it's just... Your medical issues.

[ Malnutrition, second degree burns, neuro-electric manipulation. God, she cringes just thinking about it. Some part of her wants to reach out and touch Wanda's mind on instinct, to comfort her, but she withdraws and doesn't dare attempt it. ]

Are you okay?

[ Now, she means. She's just...worried. It's all complicated, it's all damaging, and she just hopes Wanda is okay right now. If it's all from the past, then nothing can be done. But if it happened here... That's not okay. She doesn't know Wanda well but that's not right.

Behind Ava, her own flickers to life: ]

Name: Ava Morrison
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 112 lbs
Blood Type: A̛̬̮̤̯͑͛͂̾B̦̣͖̠̿+͒ͥ̉ͮ̆ͨ҉̦̤Ó͙-̷̜̩B̝͓̰̤ͩͬ̂̎͐ͅ+̙̜̣̠̠̦͐̐͒ͦ͋͌ͮḀ-̬̺̝̲ͭ͂̅̃ͪ̍ͥ
Notable Injuries: None
WARNING: Do not expose to sunlight.
WARNING: Blood levels low.

[seeingscarlet]

[It's fortunate, at least, that the system condensed so much into "sundry minor to medium superficial injuries." The list is pretty damning as it is without detailing all of that and there are already plenty of things listed Wanda really does not want to explain.

She turns, right hand curled to hide the scars on her palm.]

It's over now. [The jury is still out on how "okay" she's going to get. But maybe she's not the only one.

Wanda glances pointedly over Ava's shoulder - she's trying not to look at it too closely but it's hard to miss the glaring warning messages at the bottom.]

Are you all right?

[bloodbinds]

[ It's over now, but it wasn't, and that only makes Ava's frown deepen. Whatever's happened to Wanda, whether it was cruelty or simply awful circumstance, it doesn't excuse anything. She doesn't deserve that sort of treatment. She wants to reach out, almost does, but Wanda calls attention to the text behind her, as well, and she looks back with wide eyes.

She shakes her head, quickly, dismissively. ]

I'm fine.

[ She'll need to eat soon, will need to sleep. But it'll be fine. ]

Really, I'm okay. Don't worry about me.

[ She turns around to swat at the information, cursing under her breath. ]

Fucking place. It can never be simple, can it?

[seeingscarlet]

Were you hurt?

[Wanda doesn't mean to pry, not really, but anything she can think of that would cause "low blood levels" isn't good and needs urgent attention. What if Ava passes out and no one finds her? It seems to be a real concern on a station like this.]

I can help you get back to the ship...

[bloodbinds]

No.

[ It is said firmly, without anger, though Ava has already taken a step away from Wanda. The idea that she might slip and hurt someone, feed from them, is already terrifying. That it would be here, in closed quarters, with someone she's beginning to trust... No, she can't let it happen. She's done well enough simply using blood bags.

She holds up her hands again. ]

I'm okay, I promise. See, no cuts, nothing. I'm just... It's a physical condition.

[ Which is true enough. ]

[seeingscarlet]

Don't strain yourself.

[Wanda doesn't look entirely convinced - why does Ava seem almost afraid she'll press the issue? She's never heard of a condition like that, but then again perhaps Ava isn't as human as she looks. One wouldn't know Zam and the Asgardians weren't at first glance, either.

Do not expose to sunlight. Also not normal for a human but Wanda keeps her mouth shut on that point for now.]

...I hope it will not try to do anything to us.

[She's been hearing noises throughout the ship but can't sense a single thing that isn't the crew. Robots? Maybe? Del Pascia doesn't seem to be in such bad repair that it can all be explained by falling objects.]

[bloodbinds]

[ There's silence in response to that but Ava looks at Wanda differently now, like she sees something there. In truth, she's appreciative the other woman doesn't press further...but on top of that, she sees the concern, sees her aura, and knows-- Knows that Wanda isn't being suspicious. It's hard for her to uncoil and remain calm when so much is on display. But in this moment, she wants to trust Wanda.

Quietly, she says, ]

I won't.

[ Just stay calm and get through this. Wanda doesn't want to be in this situation any more than Ava does.

To her next comment, she makes a little noise of disdain. ]

Considering what this place is like, I wouldn't be surprised. Still...I don't--

[ Don't know what's here. She wants to say that. Instead, she glances at Wanda and considers a different approach. ]

This place has been weird since we got here. Have you noticed?

[seeingscarlet]

Abandoned places are usually unsettling.

[Wanda's trying to be careful not to say anything too objectionable - she knows D.E.L. is still watching them. She also knows how to play at being compliant and stall for time, though. They just need to hold out long enough to get what they need and get out.]

Do you know what's causing the noises?

[Anything she can't read if she needed to is unsettling, really.]

[bloodbinds]

Sure. But not like this.

[ And she's wandered into more of her fair share of abandoned homes. Wanda's right, it's not so bad right now, but Ava spent half of a night exploring an old mansion with ghosts trying to kill her, and she doesn't want a repeat experience on a giant prison ship.

To her question, she shakes her head. ]

Wish I did. It's like...whoever - or whatever - disappears the minute I start looking for it. Makes me feel like I'm in some stupid horror movie.

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda shifts nervously. This does feel a little like the plot of a really bad horror movie.]

Don't tell me we've found space ghosts.

[That would explain why she can't sense anything, at least, though Wanda's not entirely sure she even believes in ghosts to begin with.]

[bloodbinds]

[ She laughs a little but the sound isn't kind. It's nervous and a little bitter, frankly. ]

I don't know. Maybe. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've seen.

[ Space ghosts. Just what they need. ]

I just know that whenever I'm alone...I feel like someone's following me. And sure, D-E-L has his eyes on his but...it's not that. It's something else.