( 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

c:

[cookshisgoose]

[It had only been three months since her birthday. It was May when she left home, and March when she arrived. She still wasn't sure if that meant she skipped ahead ten months, went back two, or something entirely different, but either way, it hadn't been her intention of even celebrating her birthday. And yet, Steve surprised her all the same, sweeping her off her feet as he did so remarkably well.

When she returned to her room that evening, dressed to the nines, she felt as giddy as a schoolgirl. Even after a month with him in her life again, spending time with Steve was such a gift. Her head was in the clouds, her guard so rarely let down, which was why she didn't notice the male in the hallway as she returned to Moro deck. She bumped into him just barely, but it was enough so that she stopped and turned to apologize for her carelessness.]

I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention--

[heliakal]

It's fine, no -- uh, no harm done. [ He smiled, meaning it as a polite reassurance more than anything else. His hands were still stuffed in his pockets, shoulders drawn inward a little in a way that made him look smaller than he was. He'd barely noticed the bump; he hadn't thought anything of it at all.

He couldn't blame her for a little distraction, anyway; she looked amazing. She was probably dressed for a date. His head would be in the clouds under similar circumstances, too. He nodded, meaning to leave it at that. ] You look great, by the way.

[cookshisgoose]

You-- [She knows that face. She despises that face.

Ever since Peggy met Napoleon-- sorry, Nathaniel, she dreaded the day she ran into him again. Fortunately, she had managed to avoid him, but now, of all the days, here he was.

If it had been any face but that face that said those words, she would have accepted them and moved on, but no. Because it was him, or she thought it was him, her reaction is drastically different. Instead, she does what she wanted to do the very first time she had met him.

She punches him square in the jaw.]

[heliakal]

[ Clark, being someone other than Napoleon Solo, didn't generally expect to be greeted with a punch in the face.

He stumbles back, trying to get out of the way just a little too late before her fist connects solidly with his face. Something definitely cracks, he can feel the sickening crunch of bone.

If he'd been human, he'd be on the floor, but as things stand the only thing on him that's broken is the pair of glasses he's wearing. Clark doesn't even notice them fall off his face. He's staring at the woman whose hand is now very obviously broken.

Reproachfully, he says: ] Ma'am I -- think we should get you to Medbay.

[ Her hand is the first priority, then they can discuss the rest of it. He really hopes she doesn't panic, but considering that she opened by punching him in the face, he doubts that she's the type. ]

[cookshisgoose]

[The string of curses that follow are not for the faint of heart.

Peggy's been injured before. Plenty of times, really. Broken bones come with the territory, but in the cases before, it's usually been expected-- from a tough fight, from an enemy much bigger and stronger than her--

But this? She punched him. And her hand shattered. And it didn't even make a dent on him.]

Your face--- how-- [She's in pain, but she's flabbergasted and confused as to the how and the why. Even Steve, as tough as he was, didn't do damage like with a single punch. At least, not when you punched him. Which means this man was more than met the eye. She had a million questions, but her hand was throbbing, so she held it close to her chest, wincing as she nodded.]

Very well. But I expect a full explanation once we get there. [She spoke through gritted teeth, but her point should stand: He better start talking.]

[heliakal]

[ Clark gestures for her to take the lead. It only feels right escorting her to medbay; he should have reacted more quickly, should have expected it. He does feel badly that her hand is broken.

Mildly: ] I don't think I'm the one who owes an explanation. If the comment about your outfit was out of line, I apologize, but if that punch was meant for Nathaniel - I'm not him.

[cookshisgoose]

[And she leads, glad he doesn't try to help her or touch her in any way.

But his statement leads to a brief pause in her stride. She's not sure if she's misunderstanding him, or if he's really trying to make up a new excuse. If her head wasn't so clouded by pain, she would have noticed his mannerisms aren't the same as the man she dislikes so greatly, so she's still thinking she's speaking to the same person.]

Nathaniel? Who's he, your evil twin? [SHE'S BEING COMPLETELY SARCASTIC she doesn't realize that's exactly what he is. Too bad she never got the man's name when they met prior.]

[heliakal]

[ He keeps his hands entirely to himself, tucked into his pockets. The resemblance is, of course, impossible to deny and he can hardly blame her for reacting to it. But Clark and Napoleon are two very different people. Even physically, Clark isn't nearly as clean-cut. The short, loose curls that frame his face aren't slicked back neatly. The way he slouches, and the way his uniform hangs as a result, all makes him look shorter and softer in comparison.

He takes all of this in stride, calm and patient. ]

Considering where we are and how we got here, is that where you're going to draw the line? Nathaniel... has a particular effect on people. [ One that Clark is far less than thrilled about, from his tone. ] Can I ask what he said to you?

[cookshisgoose]

[Normally, none of that would have been a surprise. She would have noticed the differences quickly enough. But now that he's saying this, and she's forcing herself to consider the possibility, she stops in her tracks.]

Oh God. You really aren't him, are you? [Now that she's looking, she can see those subtle differences. The most striking of all is how Clark carries himself. Napoleon was a pig-headed ass. This man didn't carry himself with nearly the same strides of confidence.]

I'm so sorry, if I had even the slightest idea-- [Sure, she's been there a month, but most of it still overwhelms her at times. All the technology, space, Steve-- it was a lot. It had been hard enough to wrap her mind around alternate worlds and future timelines, she never even thought that people from different worlds might look so much alike.

But she won't make excuses, it was her own fault for not paying better attention before she acted. And she feels like she owes Clark an explanation for why she reacted like she did. Though now that she says it, it feels almost silly.]

He flirted with me. [in her defense she was very obviously not interested and he kept on.]

[heliakal]

It's okay, really. [ Clark rubs his jaw, reflexive, though he doesn't feel any pain. ] It sounds like he was as charming as usual. Do you want any help handling things?

[ It's not that he thinks she needs it, considering the force of that punch, but maybe two people talking to Napoleon will be more effective than either one. ]

[cookshisgoose]

No, it's alright. I can handle him. [And she'll try to refrain from punching him on first sight. Whether or not it happens is another story.]

I don't suppose his jaw is a bit more-- breakable? [just asking. just in case.

She's relieved that as they round the corner, the Medbay is finally in sight. Sure, talking was helping to distract her from the pain, but she can't move her hand without being in agony.]

At this hour, I can only hope someone is available to assist us. [She had training as a nurse, she could splint it if she absolutely had to. But she didn't know where anything in the Medbay was located, and she definitely didn't have access to the pain medications she knew she was going to need.]

[heliakal]

As far as I know, it is. [ He probably ought to ask her to take the high road, but he's not strictly opposed to her method of handling things.

He's silently impressed by her ability to carry on a candid conversation while her hand must be hurting pretty badly. As they round the corner into medbay, his hearing picks up some activity inside. He's pretty sure he knows who it is, too. ]

I think you're in luck - Bruce?

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce's been keeping pretty busy with the repairs, and after going down to Del Pascia for some useful parts to bring to the medbay, he's been working on some of the cryo units that have been malfunctioning as of late. So it's not so unusual to find him around the medbay, even at this hour, and when someone calls him by name, he looks up just as he's coming from the cryostasis units, recognizing the pair right away. ]

Clark. [ His eyes jump quickly from him to Peggy, then to her hand, setting down some piece of equipment in his hand before he makes his way over to them. ] What happened?

[cookshisgoose]

Good. [She knows the look Clark is giving her all too well. She gives him a small smirk through the wincing.]

This is nothing. I've had much worse. [She's had more broken bones than she can count. And really, nothing beats the gunshot wound to her shoulder.

When she hears Bruce's voice, she's flooded with relief. While she's not sure that he's actually a medical doctor, his help his better than none.]

Dr. Banner, thank heavens. I-- [Her eyes flicker to Clark, and she quickly decides now is not the time for the truth. She isn't sure if it's supposed to be a secret, he didn't say, but she's going to follow his lead.]

I had an accident. [...Well, it's not completely wrong.]