thisavrou_log | ( april event log )

Who: Everyone
When: April 14th and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The prison isn't all that contained after all.
Warnings: For the (sort of) undead, possible violence, and nudity. Please label your content!

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"Big things have small beginnings."

Things have been going relatively well for the crew of the Moira thus far despite their current circumstances. With D-E-L’s help, many supplies have already been gathered, and those with the necessary components have begun making much needed repairs. Yet, things aren’t as peaceful on Del Pascia as they might have seemed.

The resident facility AI has slowly started growing more and more unresponsive to questions, often answering in rather irritated tones and short, snippy answers. Still, no system glitches appear across the prison except for one minor detail: random doors and hallways suddenly lock and close for no reason and don’t open again for varying amounts of time—ranging from minutes to hours. Does this have anything to do with the unsettling feeling some crew members have experienced since stepping foot onto Del Pascia? Or is there a simple explanation that can be easily chalked up to as an accident?

☄ DECONTAMINATION #2 ( 04.14 - 04.17 )

On the Moira, crew come and go without much hassle. They take a transporter to planets and moons and back again without any fuss... Until today. All crew that try to reboard the Moira coming back from Del Pascia will be denied access, a warning flashing on their MID - Decontamination Required for Entry. It’s a protocol that hasn’t been enacted before, and the MID offers no explanation as to why it is now. The transporter will seal and then be permitted to dock in the Cargo Bay, where the procedure will begin. All crew on the transporter have to dispose of their clothing by placing it inside hazardous waste bags located in a compartment near the front of the craft. After all clothing is stored, a gas-like substance will fill the transporter, breathable yet tasteless, and once it dissipates, crew will be free to go.

Other crew members will be waiting in the cargo bay with clothing and blankets, per the captain’s instruction, but no clear explanation will be given for this sudden new protocol aside from “potential health risks”.

☄ D.ON'T E.VER L.EAVE ( 04.18 - 04.23 )

After the decontamination procedures for the Moira go off, the captains issue a ship-wide alert to let the crew know that the ship is picking up on something inside each person that boarded the space station. It is speculated that the crew came in contact with an unknown biological contaminant either during the station’s decontamination procedure or sometime after. At this point, they aren’t aware of what will happen to those that are carrying the contaminant, and the captains ask for anybody with experience to head to the Medbay to begin testing. Crew don’t appear to be in any danger, so they are allowed to continue gathering materials and supplies on board the space station at their discretion. (Every time they come and go, they will be made to go through the procedure described above).

Any crew remaining on Del Pascia will find that D-E-L is more vocal than ever before. It is answering questions, as well as trying to convince crew members to abandon the Moira and take up permanent residence aboard the space station.

☄ FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY ( 04.24 - 04.28 )

Like most unfortunate things, it seems everything happens all at once.The noises you heard, a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents, become louder. You can’t place where they are coming from at first. You turn, you follow, but the search yields no results. And then, without any warning, it’s crystal clear as “they” begin to creep and move from within the shadows and ruined sections of Del Pascia: the prisoners and workers said to have been relocated by D-E-L. Their voice is one, regardless of how many gather, and they tell you, “You can be happy here” and “I can make you better” shortly after.

Worse than the way they speak in unison is the way they look. Mutated and deformed, their prison uniforms are in tatters and covered in various levels of the same blood that the crew has experienced during their time on Del Pascia while visiting the prison blocks. They don’t attack to kill; they only try to detain, to drag crew members further into the station and are methodical and precise in how they do this as if they’re being controlled by something greater and much smarter than them.

To those that fight, D-E-L’s voice will call out, telling the Moiran not to struggle, to stay here and be safe, be better. The AI explains that life there on Del Pascia is easy, peaceful, and nobody will cause you pain. Suffering is a thing of the past and loneliness is something you’ll never know again. The prisoners follow the command of the AI, its voice falling from their lips. D-E-L claims they feel no pain, no hunger. They are united in one purpose and are therefore free of all strife. Wouldn’t it be nice to be free like that?

As always, fearing for the safety of the crew (and despite the disrepair of the Moira from events prior), the captains ask for all those capable to assist with extracting those aboard Del Pascia as quickly as possible before D-E-L tries to lock them inside. Running, after all, is better than dying, and it’s certainly something everyone aboard the Moira has gotten quite good at.

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[Andrew thought if he kept himself busy he could fight back all the anger he's been feeling lately - just keep his mind off of certain things to keep from losing his shit. It sort of helped? It was easy enough for him to "lift" scrap metal and whatever shit they could use and bring back on the ship. But eventually he tired of having to strip down (he's just really self conscious ok) and started wandering about with his camera hovering along side.

And then suddenly a crowbar. It hits the wall not far from him and he flinches, but otherwise is not very phased. He's had those days. He has those days. Frequently.]

...Dude, are you okay?

[That was a stupid question but Andrew is bad at...everything.]

[ oops.

church hadn't meant to startle anyone aside from the ship into shutting the fuck up. andrew just happens to walk by at a really bad time, and once the crowbar clatters to the floor at his feet, he takes a moment to reel his shit in as his shoulders lift, hold for ten seconds, and then drop with a heavy exhale. remember your breathing exercises, leonard. everything is totally, 100% fine. ]

Yeah, I'm. Uh. Great. Just — [ as he bends to retrieve the crowbar and turns to look at andrew. ] You hear it, too, right? The ship? Talking? Uh. That's not just me?

[ actually, on second thought, he really doesn't want to know if it's just him. ]

— Nevermind. Sooo . . .

[ andrew isn't just his roomie but someone that church actually likes, even if the kid is a little quiet and withdrawn. he welcomes the distraction from the scrap gathering and ship-talking, his eyes flitting from andrew's face to the camera at his side. ]

What about you, man? Find anything interesting?

[Andrew was actually going to reply to his question about the ship when Church just brushes it off. The thing about Andrew is as bad as he is at talking to people he learned to just...listen, and watch. Angrily throwing a crowbar against the wall aside it was kind of obvious something was wrong. The problem is he has no idea how to approach it, if he even should. He knows he gets angry when people press him on his bad days.

He rubs the back of his neck as he idly glances around.]

...Oh, uh, I don't really...I mean I have no idea what I'm supposed to be looking for. [Basically if it looks like something that might be vaguely useful he's been grabbing it and taking it back. No one has corrected him yet, so.] I just got kind of tired of the decontamination thing.

Do you need any help?

[ the difference between andrew and church is that church is some varying form of pissed off all the time, though he seems calm now despite his momentary freak out. andrew being here is good, means that church doesn't have to carry on conversing with a fucking ship, also means that he doesn't have to be alone because let's face it, this place is creepy as shit even without the artificial chatterbox.

at andrew's question, he lifts one shoulder in a shrug and turns back to his pile of scrap. ]

Yeah. You know that badass metal space suit I have shoved our in room? I need some odds and ends to keep it tuned up.

[ he kneels to shove his arm elbow-deep in the scrap, rocking back on his heels when he comes away with a small circuit chip and holds it up for andrew to see. ] Shit like this.

[ honestly, this is all work church can more than do by himself, but he doesn't want andrew to leave, either, doesn't want to go back to standing around in this creepy ass, horror flick inspired corridor by himself. sorry, buddy, he's putting you to work! ]

Oh. Where'd you get that thing anyway?

[Andrew settles himself cross legged on a big hunk of metal, almost looking as if he's not going to help. But some scraps and large metal things here and there begin to move out of the way so maybe Church can have an easier time finding little stuff like that chip.]

Did you have back home?

[Honestly this place is so sci-fi it hurts. Not just the ship and floating through space, but even the people not even from here. Like Nihlus, even Church with his super cool space suit. It's really surreal.]

[ oh, nice.

if church is at all freaked out by how effortlessly andrew uses his powers, he doesn't show it. the heavier, sharper scrap lifts from the pile, and church nods once in response, satisfied that he can now dig through the remains without risking tetanus or possibly losing a limb. ]

Nice, dude.

[ he wishes he could do that!!

at andrew's question, he nods again and plops down on his ass to seat himself next to him. the kid has the right idea. no sense fucking up his back or knees when he can sit down and shuffle through shit. the corridor is empty, besides; they're not in anyone's way. ]

UNSC-issued armor, yeah. I asked for it a while back. Everyone on my squad back home had a suit just like it.

...Thanks.

[Compliments!

He'll mainly focus on moving the bigger stuff out of the way and sometimes pulling little things that look useful out of the pile and off to the side in case it's something Church can use.]

Squad? So you're like, a soldier or something?

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