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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It's probably for the better that there's an anxious robot nearby to hear Frisk's shouts. Even if he has his own problems to avoid--if by problems, that meant creepy, mutated humanoids--Mettaton wouldn't leave the small human to their own devices.

There's little warning other than the sound of his metal boots clacking against the floors before suddenly, a wave of electrical magic assaults the prisoners. At best, it's just a surprise and a stun. He knows they'll be moving again soon.

But it should be enough for now.

"Frisk!" he calls out sharply and with a tone of seriousness that sounds foreign coming from him. He wants to help them, but they're so small the blend in with the abominations surrounding them. Eventually he picks out the actively struggling figure and moves towards them. Yes! That's the human!!

Mettaton shoves at what creatures have hold of Frisk. Being much larger than the child, he has a better time of dislodging the things.

Frisk yelps when the prisoners suddenly grunt and shout, falling to the floor with a heavy thud. Frisk is already struggling to get free of the partially melted flesh, and for a moment the ozone left behind by Mettaton's bullets smells like static.

But it passes, and Frisk grabs his hands with relief to be hauled out of the mess. "Mettaton! We--we gotta help them, they're hurt! Th' captains got the stuff outta us, they can fix it, right?"

Mettaton tugs the human close to him. It's a familiar movement, one he shouldn't be so comfortable with but he's not really thinking about it. He's thinking about how they could get out of this mess...

..and now Frisk is talking about helping the creatures?! It's like Papyrus all over again!

"Darling, we need to leave at the moment. Those things...they cannot be helped," he says as gently as he can despite his slight annoyance at this selfless behavior. Like come on, the things were trying to kidnap you kid!

His gloved fingers grasp firmly at Frisk's small hand and he begins to back away from the mess of currently injured creatures.

"No!" Frisk resists Mettaton's pull, shaking their head emphatically. "We gotta help! We can't just leave them here!"

Behind them, some of the prisoners are starting to recover, groaning and pushing themselves upright.

"Yes we can!!" Mettaton says sharply. He's already put up with this once. He is not doing it again. Frisk was also lighter than Papyrus, so when the robot pulls on the human, it's much more likely that said human is not going to get away. "They want to take us away and keep us here, is that what you want?? You cannot help them!!"

If Frisk continues to resist, Mettaton will extend his arms and create an effective tie-down of himself. He is not comfortable here, and no determination munchkin is keeping him around those--oh god they're starting to move again.

"Mettaton, we gotta try! I can't just--hey!" Frisk yelps and squirms when Mettaton grabs them and hauls them up, but determination or not they're still only a child. One of the prisoners stumbles back to their feet, reaching for the pair.

"Stay..."

"Not on your life," Mettaton grumbles, though it's not clear whether he's addressing Frisk or the prisoner trying to get them to stay here. With Frisk in tow, he beats a hasty retreat out of danger. A real hasty one for a guy in heels, but hey. By this point he's had tons of practice, what's a sprint matter?

"Darling, do you even know what the meaning of 'tactical retreat' is?" he chided as he ran, side-eying Frisk as if they were the most irresponsible person in the world.

"But--!" Frisk struggles, but it's no use. Mettaton's are sexy, but also very speedy, and the prisoners can't get themselves to their feet fast enough to chase the robot down. Frisk whimpers softly, then buries their face against his shoulder.

Once they were safe, at least for the moment, Mettaton slows his pace and ducks into an empty room--once he's verified that it is in fact empty and has no other entry points.

At that point, he loosens his grip, though he doesn't set Frisk down yet.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry that I was so quick to snatch you away, but...these are not beings that can be reasoned with. I would prefer to know you are safe than to let you try and save people who cannot be fixed."

Okay, so maybe he feels bad for telling them off while he was running.

Frisk doesn't try to squirm out of Mettaton's arms this time. Quite the opposite, they cling on tightly and tremble with tears they can't quite shed.

"Th-they're just like..." Another sniffle, louder this time, and Frisk sounds more desperate than ever. "I-I know I can, I gotta try..."

Jeez, Frisk. Just tug at his heartstrings, why don't you? What is it about small human beings that made them so endearing? It made a bot feel like crud when he had to pull them away from what they wanted.

Of course he maintained his poise and stood by his decision. Even as he holds the child a little closer. Frisk didn't seem to want to be set down yet, who was he to deny the child a bit of comfort?

"I don't know who you think they are like, but I must be firm! Is this what your sweet mother would want of you? To go bounding into trouble with reckless abandon?!"

Frisk makes a quiet, miserable sort of sound, but shakes their head slowly.

"N...no...but..."

"Then we are going back. You know that is the right thing to do," Mettaton insists. "This place, it's probably been this way for a very long time and the AI running it will not be dissuaded."

He doesn't say what he's thinking, but...he will if he has to, because this place is forcing him to be very serious.

You cannot save everyone, Frisk.

( april event log )

b, of course!

FML I'M SO SORRY.................

never be sorry! <3

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