thisavrou_log | ( 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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☄ Moira's Cafe: It's so easy not to try
[Miller takes up a seat beside of her. The infirmary has just finished him up. Nice getting around with the crutch again. Nicer than he wants to admit. His dog is in tow. She sits near the bottom of the stool, happier to be with him than without him. She's gotten a little clingy. He doesn't mind- he tends to be lonelier than he ever admits.]

So uh.

Just thought I'd let you know. I made peace with your roommate. We're at least speaking again.

[He made a lot of peace.]

I'm still a little angry but... It's the only way I can save us.

[ She looks up when he sits down, tensing briefly before a small smile appears as it registers who's sitting in front of her. It grows warmer as she listens to him. ]

That's good, right? It's a start, at least. [ She sets down the papers she's holding to lean forward, resting her weight on her elbows. ]

Yeah. A little bit of one.

[He orders a mate tea, hands folded in front of himself, and he sighs heavily.]

...Also I might need to spend an hour or so in the room alone with him at some point if I could get your help with that.

[He sounds intensely apologetic when he asks about that.]

Edited 2016-04-09 07:20 (UTC)

[ The request catches her a little off guard. She blinks, eyebrows arching a little. ]

Well... [ She says that slowly, choosing her words carefully. ] I've had roommates that had a system of letting each other know when we had... Overnight visitors. Would this be something like that or should I be worried if I come to the door and hear unusual noises.

[The pause here takes inordinately long to respond, because he is sort of still questioning his sanity in going for it.]

That first one.

[ She at least manages not to laugh outright, but the corner of her mouth does quirk up. ]

I suppose there are a lot of ways to make peace. [ And she has to ask, she has to: ] Did you get condoms from Jim.

No. However Jim walked in, refused to leave because he was making fun of us, and Ishmael got up and tranquilized him.

[It's an effort to remember this name to call Snake.]

So that is mostly how that went.

[ all right, a little harder to not laugh at that. She has to bite her lip to stop herself. The whole story sounds entirely ridiculous. ]

I don't know if I should feel badly for you or Jim.

[ she drums her fingers lightly on the table and lets herself smile.]

I'll help you, of course. Did you have a time in mind?

Uh... No. I guess whenever would be convenient.

Sort of an awkward thing to ask for, considering. [Just a couple of months ago he hated him beyond reason. He guesses it's true. There are no eternal enemies.]

I don't know if there is such a thing as "whenever convenient" for something like this. [ She waves off his embarrassment. No use hiding how hilarious she finds this now. ] It's a weirdly mundane thing to ask for, considering.

Make him put one of those bloody furbies outside the door before you start and we'll be fine. I'll let the others know.

Oh god. Those things. They're creepy. To say the least.

[He taps his fingers on the table in front of him.]

Well. Figured I should mention it, anyway. [He seems a little uncertain. Not really shy. Just not sure he's making the right decision with his head.]

Incredibly so.

[ Now if she could just convince Ishmael to get them out of the room. But that's for another time. Right now, she considers Miller and the situation for a long moment. ]

Are you all right with this?

It's complicated.

However this ends we still end up apart. So I guess I should shut the hell up and enjoy it while I have it. I do enjoy it.

[He feels a little bad rambling at her, but he's more than willing to have her ramble at him.] I just dread ending up alone again. And Ocelot is right. There's no room to keep loving a legend. [Obviously Snake's gotten to like being just that.]

[ She'd dismiss him feeling bad for rambling, if she knew. The problem was a little beyond her abilities, but still, as was a problem with all Crofts, she'd rather know than not. That and she's worried. ]

As long as you're enjoying it. We can figure the rest out as we go. [ Her father had seemed like a legend, but somehow the comparison doesn't seem entierly appropriate. For many reasons. ] Shall I give him the shovel talk? It didn't seem to work very well on James, but...

[ Offers open. ]

Nah. [He shakes his head.] It'll be fine. [It's not that serious anyway, he knows. It's just conflicting.]

Jim told me that you helped take care of him after his drunken escapade. Thanks. He's a good kid. Sometimes a little dumb, but a good kid.

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