( 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

b this is so late......

[knaval]

[riptide likes the cafeteria because it's big, spacious, and doesn't make him regret leaving the ship.]

You know, [he says, clearly to peter.] this is a little unfair. I was so excited for that race then the ship gets closer to this place I can barely even stand up straight in. Sucks.

shhhh noooo

[takeitslow]

[He tilts his head back, grinning up at the robot.]

There's always next time, man. Just a little patience. [Like he has any of that himself.] In the mean time, you can practice in the cargo bay. I'm sure you'll need it.

[knaval]

Oh, ha ha. I take two steps in the cargo bay and I'm on the other side! It's awful. I'm suffering, Peter.

[he kicks at a stray table.]

I really hope the next planet is... I dunno. Open? I don't want to say aquatic because I feel like that's falling into the Hydrobot stereotype but at the same time I turn into a boat.

[takeitslow]

You’re exaggerating. Can’t be just two steps.

[Otherwise he’s not sure how all the robots would fit down there.]

If it’s water, you’re not getting a race out of me. I don’t fancy drowning anytime soon. Let’s just hope for someplace with some actual atmosphere, yeah?

[knaval]

Okay, more like. I dunno I didn't count. More than that.

[so smart these two.]

Oohh... right, you guys do that. Breathing thing. Ah, well. Find anything cool?

[takeitslow]

Got to at least be, like, ten? How many are you anyway? Your kind? Gotta at least be as many steps as there are of you.

[Logic.]

Ugh. Yeah? Most people around here breath. You don't breath? [Is it rude to ask if he has lungs?] Me and another guy found a ping-pong table earlier.

[knaval]

Like ten? Okay honestly, Magnus and Megatron fit in there and they're like the biggest, soo... lots of steps. Many numbers...

[math!]

Naw. I don't got any of them lung things. What's a ping pong table?

[takeitslow]

[Ew. Numbers.] See. We can agree it's pretty big down there. Just not suitable for any laps.

[Which Peter can understand. He thought being confined to just the ship for stretches of time was bad, but at least he had more than a single room.]

How do breath? Is that rude to ask? [If he has to ask that, he probably knows the answer.] A table for playing ping-pong. It's a game where you hit a ball back and forth.

[knaval]

I don't breathe. You think I gotta put on some weird clunky suit to go out into space? Think again, buddy.

[riptide frowns and taps his chin.]

I don't understand how that would be fun.

[takeitslow]

Someday I really want to figure out how your biology works. Or maybe I should have just paid more attention in science class.

[Or maybe shop class.]

It's a sport. Sports are fun. I mean, you can't say it's not any fun if you've never played dude.

[knaval]

I don't think they'd teach about us in your science classes.

[no offence but humans suck]

What type of sport? I've never heard of it. Is it even a real thing?

[takeitslow]

Maybe they should here. There's, like, a lot of you guys. And I doubt all the kids are humanish. You know, with the insides.

[And if he cared more, he'd take that to Alice. Talk to her about teaching on the different species on board, maybe the basics of what makes everyone tick in case of an emergency. If he cared.]

There wouldn't be a table for it, if it wasn't real. It's a real sport. They have international championships and everything! Ping-pong got the US into China, man!

[knaval]

...Well, I mean, I'm not so sure everyone would like how we work spread around. People tend to get creative and Cybetronians are very good at making enemies...

[especially when they learn about the weak points.]

I still have no idea what that is. It sounds like a drink.

[takeitslow]

Have you already started making enemies?

[He has a hard time believe Riptide specifically could get on too many people's bad sides.]

You don't drink sports. You play them. You know what? You should come watch me play some time. Can you get into the lounge?

[knaval]

Ehh... maybe one? Kinda? But he hates everyone so I don't know what to classify that as.

[sometimes... sometimes people just hate pure angels.]

I could use my holoform. Maybe I'd be able to play it with you properly, then!

[takeitslow]

Who?

[Nosy teenagers.]

Holoform? I feel like I've heard something about that before, but never asked what it was.

[knaval]

Tarn. Giant purple guy. If you haven't seen or heard of him yet, you will. He's really... infamous in our world for being a total psycho. Total ass, too. Just do your speedy thing if you see him, alright?

[peter is probably the only person he believes could outrun tarn.]

It's a hard light projection we can generate to interact with smaller species. I haven't used mine much yet because of the energon shortage but we have more now, so I could.

[takeitslow]

Awesome. More homicidal types. What's with this place and bringing in dicks?

[He's warmed by that faith in him. Maybe. Sort of.]

So like, you can see through it? The only projections I know of are at movie theaters, so I'm not sure I get it.

[knaval]

I dunno, but it needs to stop asap.

[riptide's seen you move, peter.]

Nah, it's solid. I can basically make a little human form that can interact with smaller species and stuff. Or not, if that would be too creepy.

[takeitslow]

Take up a complaint with the captains.

Why would that be creepy? [Is he supposed to be creeped out? Oh well, not like he follows the rules anyway.] It sounds cool. I want to see it. Can you make it do stuff or is it not solid?

[knaval]

I'll have to, at this rate.

[anyways, riptide stops what he's doing. he has enough energy in his system to show off.

he forms his holoform behind peter, having it tap him on the shoulder.]

[takeitslow]

Feel free to add my name to the petition.

[And oh. Wow. Peter grins, whirling around and throwing an arm around the form's shoulders in a friendly gesture.]

Dude, you've done some pretty cool things since I've met you. But this kind of takes the cake. It's like you just made a person.

[knaval]

It's supposed to be a representation of my personality as a human but I think that's just some fancy science crap Brainstorm made up. Pretty sure these things are just randomized.

[while the form might feel a little weird, riptide is good enough at making it mimic human mannerisms and movement that it's not.. TOO uncanny valley.]

[takeitslow]

Naw. I'd think you're personality would be a little flashier in human form. Like blue hair or something. A better t-shirt. You know, cooler.

[It's kind of weird watching him but it's not the strangest thing he's seen on board. Moving skeletons still take top prize on that.]

[knaval]

Right! I want blue hair. You have silver hair why do I have...

[the holoform looks up and around, not realising that a) his hair is too short to see and b) riptide can see it from where he's projecting the holoform]

...whatever colour this hair is! Not blue!