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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-03-01 02:53 pm

( 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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whatdidisay: (pic#9526981)

he ran into my knife. i figure it's finally safe to tag into this, as i monopolize your time.

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-06 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
( ah, freedom from his mother and miles.

ivan grins widely when he sees elizabeth, and instead of going straight to digging through cupboards, leans casually against the cupboards, watching her. fondly, he might add.
)

Hey Elizabeth, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? ( he jokes, pushing himself up from his lean to at least make his way over to her -- rope him in, elizabeth, put him to work. ) Find anything?
tearmeanewone: (022)

SHHHHHH NEVER STOP MONOPOLIZING

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-06 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[She hears someone coming up behind her, but when Ivan speaks Elizabeth's head whips right around in excitement. Ivan's here.]

I think that's my line-- what's a handsome man like you doing in a dusty, mildewed place like this? [She asks, holding up a handful of bandages sporting some kind of gray mold.] Not much in this cabinet, though maybe it's just been contaminated. What about you? Any luck finding something to repair the snacked-on supports?
whatdidisay: (pic#9528862)

well if you say so!!

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-06 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
( ivan cringes at the bandages -- alright, maybe she's got a point. neither of them belong here. )

Avoiding this round's new arrivals. ( not a lie! mark came with his mother, and ivan wants to see miles' clone even less than he wants to see his mother. his familial obligation to deal with mark only extends to not punching him in the face when he sees him.

he shakes his head at her second question.
) Not unless we've got welders on board and no one told us. I haven't been to the parts in disrepair, though, so there's still a chance.
tearmeanewone: (008)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-07 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, I should talk with Edward and Alphonse. They're not welders, but I imagine they can do us one better. [She says with a cheerful smile.]

[A readout appears behind her shoulder, and just... keeps... scrolling.]


Why are you avoiding the new arrivals?
whatdidisay: (pic#9526939)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-07 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I take great offense to being asked to share space with someone who kidnapped me. So, uh, Miles' clone is here. ( he did mention it was complicated, didn't he? at the mention of al and ed, ivan brightens further. ) The kid with the metal arm and the ability to make statues? Yeah, that'd probably do it.

( and then she sees her list, and just-- sort of stares, his face going from vaguely interested to concerned and then to really concerned once it hits a certain point. )

Uh, Elizabeth?

( ivan's own list is smaller and less deeply upsetting when it finally appears by his head.

Name: Ivan Xav Vorpatril, Lieutenant Lord; Иван Ξав Ворпатрил
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 196 lb
Current Injuries: None
Prior Incidents:
• Near-suffocation (dirt)
• Multiple counts of unconsciousness
• Oral ingestion of an anti-aphrodisiac (temporary)
• Concurrent; lacerated hands, irritated throat, unusually high adrenaline, unusually high stress levels
• Broken arm
)
tearmeanewone: (018)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-09 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth frowns at the curious window that's appeared next to Ivan's head. Most are things she knows and can tell from looking at him, but unusually high stress levels seems... personal. Something she shouldn't know just from looking at him.]

[Then it hits her, what he's looking at just to the left of her eyes. Elizabeth turns and looks, scanning parts of the long, scrolling list, and only a quick look tells her that it's not good. She stands up and tries to step in front of it, but it just travels with her step. Then she tries to hold her hands in front of it and it just projects over her hands. She sighs, her shoulders sagging, back to Ivan.]


...please don't look. It's over, there's-- there's nothing anyone can do about all of this.

[Somehow she feels guilty for not mentioning all of this, even though she's come clean about her tears, the saddest part of her history, and a whole host of feelings she's revealed to him as they happen. She knows how allergic Ivan is to trouble, this is probably extremely upsetting to him.]

[Couldn't it just... say something like 'likes puppies and the color blue'? Something nice?]
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-09 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( his gaze snaps back to elizabeth, although he can't get rid of the image of death by hemorrhage followed by blanks space and then injuries that he knows she'd gotten here. he thinks back to their conversation in the wake of her promotion, about how going home wasn't something she could do. how the moira was home for her, how he'd offered to take her back to barrayar if she didn't have a home to go back to.

because she was what? supposed to be dead?
)

Elizabeth-- ( he doesn't even know what to say about that, not to mention all the stuff he couldn't make out. ) Like hell.

( surely there's something, he just doesn't know what. )
tearmeanewone: (129)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-10 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She turns and looks at Ivan, startled by his response. The pushback is unexpected, Elizabeth had thought Ivan would just nod, look away, and move on. But apparently not, given how he's reacted to her request that he just look away. He's not angry, is he? Or afraid? Surely a few gunshot wounds, some torture, couldn't make him distance himself when she'd told him about what she considers to be worse things.]

...what do you mean, 'like hell'?
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-10 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
There has to be something--

( to do, that is.

maybe the simplest things are the best, right? it seems to be effective with her, and ivan takes a step forward to wrap his arms around her in a tight hug.
)

I know it's in the past, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. I can't do anything about it, but-- but it's wrong, Elizabeth.

( and that makes him feel helpless. normally he doesn't mind, but this? the wrongness of it and nothing to champion for to deal with it? doesn't leave him feeling good at all. )
tearmeanewone: (050)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-10 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, he's... he's not angry that it happened, he's upset because there's nothing he can do about it now. Blinking in his arms for a few moments, she finally raises her hands around his back and rubs slow circles into it.]

I know. I know it was. It wasn't fair, and I didn't deserve it. I was scared when it was happening, I was alone for most of it, but if I keep retreading all of my pain it's going to turn me into someone I don't want to be. Bitter and cynical, hellbent on inflicting that on whoever I think deserves it.

That's not who I want to be, not-- [She buries her forehead into Ivan's chest, as though hiding from punishment or disappointment.] Not again.
Edited 2016-04-10 04:47 (UTC)
whatdidisay: PRETEND THEY ALL HAVE BLACK HAIR GODDAMN IT (Default)

[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-10 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( again. so it'd already happened to her? ivan frowns -- the elizabeth he knows doesn't seem to be any of that, but if he's knowing her post a significant amount of head trauma then, well. who knows what could have changed? he presses his cheek )

You said you didn't have anywhere to go back to. Not because anything happened to your home, but-- ( it's a question, but at the same time it isn't -- just a simple statement as ivan tries to figure this whole thing out. ) Because you're dead.

( that's horrifying, and his grip around elizabeth tightens, slides his fingers into her hair to reassure both her and, well, him, that she's alive and breathing in his arms. )
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-11 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Before this moment, Elizabeth has never had to face the fact that Atlas probably killed her and the Ingress brought her back to life. Until now, she could have pretended that the Ingress had rescued her at the last moment, but being hit twice with a wrench...]

[She tightens her fingers into the back of his uniform.]
...I probably died, yes. This man, Atlas, he started a civil war in Rapture and knew he could win it if I gave him some information. I knew once he had it... he'd have no reason to keep me alive. He was unstable, power-hungry, he thought he couldn't be touched and he could kill people whenever he wanted. He... exercised that belief on me, once I told him what he wanted to know.

That aside, there truly isn't anything for me back in my timeline. Booker is raising his daughter, my life was nothing but moving from one timeline to another without any companion or friend... but now I am afraid that if I go back, I'll just be dead. That's why I feel no urge to go home like so many people do. I'm afraid.
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-11 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
You mentioned him before. Atlas, I mean. And wanting something from you.

( that moment she must have thought he was him, and ivan had no clue what to do. now? now he has a little bit more of an idea what that involved, and his grip around elizabeth tightens. )

Then don't go back. I meant it when I said you could come back with us, Miles and Gregor and I. You wouldn't have to stay on Barrayar, it's an entire universe of different planets. ( does the ingress even work like that? ivan doesn't know, doesn't think about that when he offers. ) I think all three of us would like you to stay, though. Gregor'll make it easy.

( he'd better. )
Edited 2016-04-11 06:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-11 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth frowns. When had she mentioned Atlas? She'd been trying not to mention anything about that psychopath, bad memories and everything that came with it ('I like a little sass in a lass'-- ugh, what a hideous human being), but Ivan squeezes the thought out of her for the moment. God it feels good to feel this level of caring.]

I won't, there's nothing that could make me go back. I want to go with you, all of you, when the Moira arrives at its destination. You're all my friends, and if I have the option to stay with people I care about... well the choice is obvious, isn't it? [She smiles faintly.] I'd hope you'd all make it easy for me though-- not just Gregor.

[She has to ask, though--] ...how did you know about Atlas?
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-11 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well Miles has to go back to running around the Nexus with his mercenary fleet, avoiding having a real job. And Gregor's-- ( he frowns, not certain how to describe how gregor would be more useful to elizabeth in that moment than ivan or miles while keeping security. ) Neither of us are Gregor, though. That makes a world of difference back home. But I'll be around, don't worry.

( close enough. )

Uh. Do you remember the night of our first date?
Edited 2016-04-11 07:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-11 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
...Well if you're around... [She seems reassured by it, laying her head on Ivan's chest again. Maybe it would scare him, but to her it would be like Booker guiding her through uncertain terrain again. Ivan holding her hand as she started the next chapter of her life on a world she'd never been to before and had only heard stories about. She'd need help.]

[Elizabeth stiffens in Ivan's arms. There's only one reason he'd ask that question.]
...did I say something about him that night? [Maybe she hadn't passed out in his arms like she remembers. Maybe she blacked out.]
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-11 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Until the Service decides I need culturing somewhere else after Earth. Doubt it, though, and you can always come with. ( there is something else, however. ) You should ask Gregor what his day job is. He's not-- he's not happy with me right now, but I want you to know. ( and if gregor doesn't tell her? well, ivan's not so sure what he's going to do about that. )

( did she say something about that night? well... )

You thought I was him, I think. Just for a bit.
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-12 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Well that's... kind of ominous, but Elizabeth nods anyway and files it away for whenever she sees Gregor again. Surely it couldn't top Miles being the undercover leader of a band of mercenaries for delicate political reasons...?]

[...It probably does top that and that's why Ivan won't say anything about it.]

[This family.]

[More importantly-- Atlas. And Ivan. And apparently Elizabeth mistaking Ivan for Atlas.]


Oh God... [She shrinks back and covers her mouth in humiliation.] I didn't hit you, did I?

[Because right now, at least, Elizabeth thinks she would punch him if he showed up suddenly. Damn the consequences, he-- he deserved it.]

[She's said that before, though, and the realization is uncomfortable.]
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Er, no. You did try and get me to drop you, though.

( it didn't work, however. so it clearly worked out for him. )
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-15 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Well that would have hurt, but at least she hadn't given Ivan a black eye or a bloody nose or... potentially something more painful if she'd managed to stand up and work her knee.]

I'm so embarrassed, I'm so sorry Ivan. I'll never drink that much again, it obviously didn't do me any favors that night.
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
( yes, ivan is very glad she was not capable of using her knee. he likes his dick, thanks, and wants elizabeth to appreciate it too, at some point in the future. )

It's alright, Elizabeth, really. Everyone's got to learn their limits -- you just did yours.
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-17 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Still, I could have hurt you! He was a psychopath, and he and I weren't on good terms by any stretch of the imagination. [Her eyes flick to the list still scrolling near her head and back to Ivan.]

...did I say anything?
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-18 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah I... got that impression.

( he tries very very hard not to look back at the list. )

Nothing coherent. Only things that didn't end well for you, I guess.
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-04-18 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Well that could be just about anything. [She flashes a wry smile before fixing her eyes on some middle distance. Atlas. Frank Fontaine. Too hungry for power, willing to do anything to get it. Even charge down the path of his own destruction without thought.]

I don't want relive this... all of this... [She gestures to the list.] over and over again. My life was terrible before I came here, I won't hide that from you, but I'm here now. I have to focus on that.

[Elizabeth takes Ivan's hand and looks up at him somberly.] I got too caught up in what had been done to me after I sent Booker away. I made mistakes, acted in a way I shouldn't have, lost sight of everything except for what I thought I needed to feel whole again. What I needed... I've found here. [She smiles and squeezes his hand.] Something to do every day, a job that benefits someone else, friends, belonging... someone to kiss and hold... [The warmth flickers out of her face.] I just want to move forward, not backwards anymore.
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[personal profile] whatdidisay 2016-04-18 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Well. ( ivan starts, unsure of how to go about this. maybe as he normally does, since that seems to work so well for her. he gathers her up closer, pressing his cheek against the top of her head before kissing it. ) I think getting out of this place'll help. Gather up what you've found and we can go back to the Moira.

( he figures not looking at it will do a fair amount of good for pushing it back to the back of her mind. )

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