thisavrou_log | ( april intro log )

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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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Oh, that'll be a real great time.

[Niko meets sarcasm with disgustingly exaggerated sarcasm. He taps his foot as he waits for said transporter. And unfortunately, it means that Deacon gets to sit in for this tiny rant he's throwing.]

I should probably make this a quick trip. I do not like that we come here, of all places. Maybe is closest, but come on.

[Hey, sarcasm pal! He doesn't know you very well, but he likes your verbal style.]

I really hope our AI host doesn't decide that we should get cozy and stay a while, a long while. I imagine prison would suck.

Edited (adding words) 2016-04-05 04:21 (UTC)

Oh yeah. Prison is not a good time. Any one I've been in hasn't exactly been great.

[Luckily he's never been in for more than short stints.]

I am going to get in there and get the fuck back out. I don't trust it.

Maybe you be give this prison a star review compared to the others you've seen. Like, "quarter star: the owners went overboard on the oppressive atmosphere, and the lack of even bad food is a bummer."

[Deacon is trying to distract himself from the fact that he's going to be flying again soon. He hates heights, hates these reminders that he's on a spaceship and there's no solid ground anywhere.]

If someone says any prison has over 1 star, then they have their brain in the wrong place.

[Niko isn't a man fond of being held captive under any conditions.]

You look nervous man.

Nervous? Nah, I love sitting in a tin can with black, airless death on all sides. It's fun. Keeps life interesting.

[The sarcasm is back.

Being shot at is okay, just another day in the Commonwealth, but flying machines and tall buildings brings out the nervous Nellie in him.]

[Niko's eyes dart to and fro.]

...I can drive these things. Or things like them.

To be honest, I don't think we'll die today. Probably. Not from something on the transport anyway.

[He's completely serious.]

[Deacon's eyebrows go up.]

Can you drive a car, too? [Driving a car is as exotic to him as driving a space transport. Being able to drive a car sounds amazing and like a crazy thing Old World folks used to do and not think about it as amazing at all, zipping around in, like, wheel-rockets every day.]

I'll take the word of an expert. Transport: probably safe today. Prison base: still might be home to an alien creature that eats intestines and lays eggs in people's stomachs.

It used to be my job.

[The man seems so impressed at the notion that Niko actually sounds a little proud of the fact he can.]

My cousin also owned a cab company. [Cabs weren't all that impressive to most people, but to someone else they might be.]

I've always wondered what it was like, even just riding in one.

Shit, your cousin must have owned a ton of cars. [Deacon reacts almost like hearing that his cousin owned a fleet of jets.]

Was he rich?

My cousin? He wishes he was. [But Niko sounds fond anyway. Then he thinks about it, about the last deal the CDC gave him. And he just sort of stares off to the side.]

Actually I think he is now. So either he is retired, or he has a very amazing cab business. Probably with limosines even.

I was able to give him a lot of money. I hope he doesn't waste it.

I don't think I've ever seen a limousine.

That was good of you, to give your cousin money. You two close?

He is the closest thing to a brother that I had after my real one died.

Us Slavs? We make pretty tight knit families.

But I have given money to people that I barely know before. I am not that shitty of a guy.

Most people I know are pretty damn possessive of their money and resources. That makes you a uniquely nice guy.

Where are you from?

[That's an accent that Deacon has never heard before. He's going to try it out later, because he never knows when an accent might be useful.

Also hearing another person's story will distract him from the fact that he's right now stepping into a flying thing and there's going to be no ground under him.]

The Balkans. Eastern Europe.

Why is that?

[That was a short story, unfortunately.]

[Okay, that is not nearly enough of a good voice sample to get a decent bead on his accent. Talk more, pal.]

Never met anyone from Eastern Europe. The Atlantic's a bitch to cross.

[He takes a seat in one of the passenger chairs and diligently buckles his safety belt, not that having a little strap around his waist will do a damn bit of good if they fall out of the sky or crash into an asteroid or something. Still, he'll pretend it will. Maybe he can tell himself it's a special hi-tech scifi safety belt that will make, like, a bubble of impenetrable safeness around him in the event of an accident.

Yeah, not damn likely.]

What's it like? The Balkans? They were communist, right? [That's about all he knows about the Balkans. According to one Pre-War history book he read, they were part of the "freedom-hating Bolshevik bloc of evil." He wonders what it's like there now, in his time.]

Yeah. [He says sort of dismissively.] But it was kind of fucked. The war was so bad, it didn't matter what kind of government it was. You get the wrong type of people taking advantage of a war torn land, you lose everything.

I was in the merchant navy for a while. That's how I came from Europe to America.

The war? Do you mean, like...the War? [Niko doesn't look like what Deacon thinks of as a wasteland native, but he doesn't know what life in the Balkans might be like, and he doesn't know how long Niko has been on this ship, either. He hasn't heard of anyone back home being organized enough to have a navy, but it's not impossible.]

Sorry, it's hard finding information about that part of the world. Everything's all United States of America and People's Republic of China. With the occasional Soviet garnish. Historians can be soooo self-centered. And for recent news, hell, I haven't heard anything new from Europe for eight years.

A war. My war. For us? My people? It is the war.

I don't know what the war would be for you. But ours was the civil war that destroyed my country.

Well, I can tell you how that part of the world is in my time. But I also tell you, for all its problems? America is no better a place. There is same shit with a big smile put on it for pretend.

Sorry. Where I'm from, when people talk about the war, they usually mean the nuclear one. There's not a lot of history taught these days so for a lot of people, it's the only war they know. There's just, like, Before and After, and Before is kinda fuzzy.

It's sad, that history has been forgotten like that. I think it's important to remember all the wars, remember the shit they caused every single time, so that maybe one day humanity might take a hint and stop.

What's America like for you? Oo, do you have working desk fans?

[Niko's stare is about as comical as one can get.]

...Some people do. A lot of people do.

I don't.

I don't have a desk.

Most cars have fans? [He offers that little tidbit weakly.]

That's even better. Fans on fast wheels.

The name's Deacon, by the way. I've see you around, but I don't think we've met.

[He would have remembered that accent, and tried memorizing it sooner.

He holds out his hand for a handshake.]

I don't think we have. Niko. Niko Bellic. [He took Deacon's hand roughly and shook it.]

Good to meet you.

[At least until he heard Deacon trying to emulate his accent for any long period of time.]

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I thought for sure that I replied to this. Also you put your journal name in the subject.

Huh. That's weird. I wonder if my phone did that. I didn't do that.

It is the oddest mystery

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