( april event log )

[hownkai]

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!

E V E N T

revive the risk "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.

Comments

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[whoami]

[ By now Sam has learned how to trick decontamination into thinking he was naked by giving it his Moira uniform to be destroyed. The handy thing about this was that he was always armed. Sam had found out just how effective a disk can be (like a lightsaber, it cauterizes as it cuts) and though it shouldn't technically exist in this world, that laser disk was the only thing keeping reaching hands from grabbing Sam.

Until Luke shows up, and a group of the mutant-things fall down? Sam reached over his shoulder to put his deactivated disk into the dock between his shoulderblades and booked it after Luke. ]

What did you just do?

[t65]

It's uh- complicated-! [Oh, great, more mutants coming down a corridor. Luke reaches out, sending the crowd stumbling back once more.] This way! [And he's off again.]

[whoami]

[ Sam is suitably impressed with this invisible push, and continues running for the moment. ] Can you do that on command?!

[t65]

Um- [Luke is distracted enough by the strangeness of this question to almost trip. Much Jedi wow.] Yes?!

[whoami]

Great!

[ At the next intersection, which didn't take long to find, Sam stopped. He reached over his shoulder and pulled forward the activated disk. In the time that took him some of those mutant-things were catching up, but first Sam threw that disk like a frisbee to take out the camera so that annoying AI would be blind. Said disk then ricocheted back to Sam who started throwing it at the prison door locks. Two had no one behind them, but two had creepy mutants. There was no way to get all four doors closed at once unless... ]

Now would be an awesome time to do that crazy party trick.

[t65]

[Luke is clever, Luke is quick, and when push comes to shove, Luke is massively talented. He listens to the Force, lets it guide him. Sam may look over to see Luke standing still a few feet away, his eyes closed. He reaches out, arms spread wide, with his one hand grasping into the open air.]

[All the doors slam shut in unison.]

[He opens his eyes.] Did it work...?

[whoami]

[ ...so that was creepy. Sam's disk whirs uselessly in his hand for a moment, but it's soon deactivated and replaced. Mostly so Sam could bend over, put his hands on his knees and try to catch his breath. With the AI blinded it was eerily silent reaching and nobody opening the doors (if they even could to begin with) so Luke and Sam got a momentary breather. ]

Yeah. My name is Sam Flynn.

[ Only some of the lights worked down here. Since Sam had left his uniform not too far from transport, that meant he was his own light source though. Life on the Moira meant you learned fast to take things in stride or you didn't last. Sam looked up one hallway, then down the other, both getting eventually lost in shadow.]

Well...which do you want; spooky, dark corridor number one or spooky, dark corridor number two?

[t65]

Luke Skywalker. [Luke smiles and extends his one hand for a shake, and also maybe to help Sam up when he's caught his breath.]

I think both options are bad... flip a credit?

[whoami]

[ Sam straightened and that shake is returned, though the questions will likely come when they aren't in a crisis situation. It would have seemed bad form to say anything about the hand, but that crazy party trick that turned into more? Yeah. There will be questions.

For the moment Sam sighs and points to the right. ]

Uh. This one. Though if we end up running back out of here to the accompaniment of yakety sax I'm saying you picked it.

[t65]

[Luke lifts an eyebrow and takes the first step forward.]

As long as you tell me what 'yackety sax' are.

[whoami]

j[ Sam looks at Luke with a carefully blank expression. ]

It's a dumb song. You know if you tell me that weird party trick was magic I'll roll with it.

[ He's glowing. It's not like he can judge. ]

[t65]

It's not magic. [Luke says with a little roll of his eyes.] It's... it's too complicated to explain while we're running for our lives. [He turns on his heel, suddenly aware of something in the distance.]

They're coming. Three, I think- we have to hurry.

random j there sorry

[whoami]

[ Sam frowned at the sudden topic-shift, but when he heard many voices saying the same thing at the same time (which is really creepy by the way) he didn't question Luke's forewarning, despite not yet seeing much. ]

It would be so much better if you stayed. I can make you so much better if you stay. You'll see.

[ Sam took a corner at a run, trying to find the camera that warped AI must be looking out of. ]

I'm pretty sure the AI will get wise to the doors move if I try to use it again. We gotta get outta this maze.