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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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[ Fushimi stares at Yata, completely unimpressed, then shifts awkwardly. He didn't want to run into Yata! He didn't want to deal with this today! Today has been weird enough and Fushimi feels even more high strung than usual; trying to deal with Yata in the midst of that feels like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea.

You know, like most of Fushimi's life, at this point. ]

Be more aware of your surroundings, Misaki. [ He's trying to sound lofty and condescending, but his voice is too tight to really manage that. He's banking on the fact that if he gets under Yata's skin enough, Yata won't notice anything weird. Because things are definitely weird. And Fushimi doesn't like that, so he's stepping a little closer to Yata, because -- even if Fushimi is still trying to keep up the lie, Yata is safe. ]

[ Fushimi's plan works like a charm. Being reprimanded has Yata's temper spiraling up to impossible heights, the embarrassment of being lectured by Fushimi, of all people, making him want to burn the whole prison down to just escape. ]

You be more aware! Why are you sneaking up on people anyway?!

[ Yata, at least, doesn't notice anything weird because he also shuffles a little closer to Fushimi, reflexively turning to glance around the hall solely to disguise the way he shuffles closer. ]

What are you doing all the way in here, anyway?

I wasn't sneaking. [ The objection isn't nearly as caustic as it could be -- it's fair, he supposes, since he's currently meant to be a spy, since he's supposed to be sneaking around. He wants to point out that Yata should just be more observant, that he should be used to Fushimi sneaking after all these years, but it feels too serious, a conversational weight Fushimi has no intention of bearing right now.

Fushimi doesn't move closer to Yata again, but he doesn't move further away, either. If pressed, he'd just say it's because Yata's afraid of ghosts, of course. Not Fushimi. ]

I was exploring, the same as you.

I'm not exploring.

[ Yata's protest comes quickly, so much so that Fushimi wouldn't be incorrect in assuming that Yata spoke without thinking (again). He's definitely exploring, but 'exploring' sounds too dumb and childish so he's not about to just admit to it. ]

I was looking for stuff to salvage. Like we're supposed to.

[ There, that sounds like way less of a kid thing to do. Surely there's no fault Fushimi can find in that answer. ]

... this place is dangerous, though. The whole station seems like it's gonna fall apart if you breathe on it wrong.

[ Exploring is childish? Who wanted to build a secret base where they could hide away from all the adults, huh? Fushimi could bring that up, but he's trying desperately not to think about how he and Yata used to be friends; how they were supposed to be repairing things, now. ]

We're both exploring. But -- [ Fushimi looks around, just a hint of unease in his body language, and he tongue clicks. ] I don't know if there's really that much worthwhile to scavenge. Especially with everyone else working.

They don't need us. [ They could totally go back now, right? Fushimi would like to go back now and drink coffee in Allison's cafe and not be terrified of some weird space horror. ]

[ It's incredibly childish! And Yata is not a child, he's an adult with an extremely important job both here and back home and definitely didn't initially light up in delight at the prospect of exploring an abandoned space station.

Fushimi makes a good point, even if Yata is gonna keep glaring at him about it. He's not about to admit that he's both scared and extraneous being out here, but he can assent to one thing without risking any damage to his pride: ]

It's not like there's anything useful in this part of the ship anyway.

[ He takes a step forward, shouldering past Fushimi and slouching back in the direction he first came from. ]

There's gonna be more useful stuff in the areas that aren't falling to pieces.

Do those areas exist? [ Fushimi is skeptical. But he's following after Yata, falling into step behind him in a way that's familiar enough that he doesn't want to think about it. He's fiddling with one of his throwing knives, grateful that most of them made the trip onto the ship with him and that nothing has been confiscated thus far -- he doesn't know if stabbing anything would do any good, compared to using his powers, but it still makes him feel better. ]

The entire place is abandoned.

[ And then, a hint of a suggestion -- he tries to make it flippant and easy, like he's not looking for a way out. ]

We could leave.

Uh, yeah.

[ He shoots Fushimi an agitated but resigned look, like he's not even remotely surprised Fushimi considered actually getting familiar with the station to be beneath him. ]

There's all sorts of areas that are in better shape. I helped Peter move a ping pong table out of one.

[ So at least something useful came out of this ship, right? The suggestion that they leave is a pretty tempting one, however, and Yata can't quite bring himself to dismiss it outright. ]

... Maybe. You really think there's nothing left to find?

[ Fushimi considers what he wants to say. He wants to leave; he wants to be so far gone that he doesn't even have to worry about this place --

that's a lie, he wants to be back in his Scepter 4 uniform, drinking his coffee and not having to worry about whether or not he's lying to Misaki properly, or if they're going to die in a weird freak space circumstance, or, like, about mutants.

His life has gotten more complicated just when he thought it'd get easier. ]

Who's Peter? [ He's not jealous of Yata making friends, he's NOT--

-- he's totally jealous. anyway, it's a more familiar feeling, so he'll latch onto it, instead of actually answering Yata's question. He doesn't know what there is to find, but he doesn't know if he wants to find whatever he gets the feeling is hiding. ]

He's a Strain, except in his world they call 'em mutants.

[ Near as Yata can tell, however, the end result is the same: weird powers. ]

He can run really fast, too fast to even follow. He and I are both guards for the captains.

[ Different captains, but still. Either way, while Yata isn't quite gushing about Peter it's clear that he thinks pretty well of him. He's definitely firmly in the 'friend' category, if nothing else. ]

[ STOP GUSHING ABOUT THE OTHER BOYS YOU'RE SEEING, MISAKI, GOD ]

What a dumb power for a Strain to have. [ Sure, it'd be hard to catch him, but he's still pretty sure that on the scale of powers, that ranks somewhere around "being a horse that can transform magically into a Pegasus" and way below "being a psychic baby that can levitate everything".

Anna's definitely still at the top, though. ]

... does anyone ever attack the captains.

Going super fast is cool!

[ Yata shoots Fushimi a withering look for his disparaging comment, because in his mind Peter's powers are super neat and anything Fushimi has to say about them to the contrary is wrong and stupid.

... He does raise a good point, however, and Yata shrugs. ]

Dunno. The one I'm guarding never even leaves the ship.

That's not surprising.

[ and then, because even if they're sort of enemies again -- as far as Yata is concerned -- Fushimi ventures a little further; voices a few of his own concerns that he's been mulling over. They're not partners anymore, and it's hard to share the information, but Yata is all Fushimi has, here. ]

There's a lot the captains aren't telling us. I thought you might have picked something up.

[ Fushimi might be cautious about venturing further, but Yata has no such reservations. It doesn't even occur to him to hold back in his response. ]

It's not like they talk to me anymore than the rest of us. Definitely not about anything important.

Then that's useless. [ Fushimi isn't surprised, hadn't let himself hope for anything more convenient, but it still would have been nice. He's not above being pleasantly surprised.

Like how there's a coffee shop on board. That was a pleasant surprise. ]

They wouldn't be careless, would they. [ that would clearly be too easy. ]

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