( 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

C!

[squadgoals]

[From the other side, there's clamor. Footsteps approaching at an expedient pace — then, a knock from the other side, followed by a muffled voice, loud, but calm.]

Keep yourself as safe as you can for ten seconds!

[There's a fizzle of an electric surge, some crackling, and a pause. Door hacking in progress.

True to her word, almost perfectly on the count of 10, the door zips open, as if scalded.

On the other side stands Shepard, heavy pistol in hand, tapping at her omni-tool. When Robin meets her eyes, she nods to the girl, and gestures towards herself.]

Ready to get out of here?

sorry about the lateness!

[devilofohara]

[ Ten seconds? She can do that, no problem.

She sort of expects the door to get knocked down, though, as opposed to hacked open. Which is why Shepard will find Robin huddled over to the side of the door frame when she enters the room.

The rest of the room is a far more gruesome sight. The bodies of the zombies are all slumped on the the ground - twisted and contorted in ways that look like they should have been painful and fatal. Their necks, particularly, look bad as the head appear to have been torn from their shoulders.

Incidentally, that's precisely what happened. A glance at the ceiling will reveal the missing heads - each held up by a pair of human arms that appears to have grown out of the ceiling.

Now that the door is open, the girl wastes no time running to Shepard's side.]

Yes please. [She says, taking only a brief glance back at the same mies in the room.] They kept trying to put themselves back together...

Np! :D

[squadgoals]

[There's a moment as she takes in the room's scene, where her brain doesn't quite compute what her eyes are seeing. Bodies on the floor, heads on the ceiling, held firmly in pairs of disembodied arms. She glances at Robin as she speaks, a creeping understanding entering her mind.]

Are those... your hands? [It doesn't seem possible, or even make sense, but what on the Moira did?]

[devilofohara]

Yes. I ate a Devil Fruit.

[She answers hastily, as though that's the answer to any question Shepard could have, regarding her bizarre power. ]

Can't we talk about this later? I don't want to be here anymore.

[She's had a pretty rough week, to be honest. Being trapped in a room full of zombies had just been the icing on the cake.

Plus, now the heads are moving their jaws, trying to wriggle around in a way that really makes her want to drop them.]

[squadgoals]

[Although it made no sense to her, the child said it in such a assured fashion, Shepard assumes it's only a matter of course in the girl's own word. She responds with a sharp nod, and keeping an eye on those wigglers, thumbs back over her shoulder.]

I cleared a pathway through to here. Not sure if it'll still be clear on the way back, but... [she trails off, and shrugs.] I'm guessing we can handle whatever comes our way.

Just let me shut the door on these guys, and we can be on our way. I tend to prefer my missions with as few surprise attacks as possible. [She flashes Robin a quick smile, and in the work of a quick moment, re-seals the doors with a new set of permissions. That should buy us some time, at least.]

All finished. Now let's get the heck out of here.

[And they're off, headed back the way Shepard came!]

[devilofohara]

[Robin nods back, and as soon as the door is resealed, the hands on the ceiling inside vanish, letting the zombie heads fall to the floor. ]

Lead the way.

[ She agrees that, together, they should be able to manage anything they run into. Robin, at least, is capable of subduing any of the undead that try to get a hold of her. That, combined with this woman's ability to open locked doors, gives them a pretty solid chance. ]

...I'm Robin, by the way.

[squadgoals]

[The thumps of the heads hitting the floor is almost humorous. Overall, the situation is an almost-familiar combination of the incredible and grotesque, and the tension of it has her stifling a smile. She nods towards Robin.]

Commander Shepard. [Beat; the situation is so home-like, she almost forgot.] Uh, just "Shepard" is fine, though.

[She re-orients her omni-tool, and gestures, not unkindly, to her companion.]

Let's go.

[They proceed quietly and efficiently, and sure enough, the way back is relatively clear — relatively too clear, she finds herself correcting. So when, halfway to the transporters, there's a nigh-inaudible sound of scraping and shuffling around a blind corner, Shepard's pistol is already out and initialized. She turns to Robin, and inclines her head towards the sound.]

Hear it?

[devilofohara]

Shepard, right.

[She says with a nod, wasting no time following the woman. She'll have to ask about that 'Commander' thing later, but right now isn't the time to be judging her savior.

When they get to the corner, she stops as Shepard does. In response to Shepard's question, she nods once more and closes her eyes for a moment - spawning a few new sets of eyes on the ceiling and the walls of the hallway that the sounds are coming from. ]

...yeah, I see it too. There are six of them.

[She opens her eyes once more - closing the ones in the hallway to keep them better hidden, but not letting them disappear just yet. When she continues, she speaks softly.]

I don't think shooting them is going to work - I twisted the other ones until they came apart, and they just put themselves back together.

I... think I can hold them still, so we can pass, though. But you can't shoot while I'm doing it, or I'll get hurt too.

[squadgoals]

[There's a lot she wants to ask Robin, in what she perceives to pertain to her skill, but for the time being, it's best to keep it to just the basics they need to survive — and get them both out. Knowing the numbers they face is already a huge boon, and she shakes herself away from wasting time asking questions like "how'd you know?" — for now.]

Okay, here's what I'm thinking: [As she speaks, her entire body begins to glow with a light, almost warm, blue aura of energy.] I'll jump out there first, use a shockwave attack to throw them back, and once they're scattered back from us, you come out and grab them. No shooting required.

Sound good?

[devilofohara]

[All of which is completely understandable, of course, and as soon as they get a moment, Robin will gladly explain her abilities to the commander.

Right now, though, they've got a problem to deal with. Six problems, to be precise. Robin doesn't question Shepard's ability to create shockwaves - if the woman says she can do it, then there's no reason to believe she can't.]

Sounds good.

[She nods again, and crosses her arms. The eyes on the walls and ceiling open up once more, getting a good view into the hallway - and clearly visible to anyone who may or may not rush jump out into the corridor in the next minute or so.]

They're coming closer. I'm ready when you are.

[squadgoals]

Going in three. Two.

[On the beat she'd say "one", she's off, dashing out — and as the monstrous figures reach to grab her, she pushes forward a wave of blue energy that pops off, one after another, to the very back of the room.

The inmates go flying, looking like ragdolls thrown in a heavy breeze. She opens her mouth to tell Robin — but there's no need. Her "eyes" are already there, hands at the ready. All things considered, she might be the best partner I could have for this.]

[devilofohara]

[Robin nods as Shepard jumps out into the corridor and throws the undead inmates away like they weigh almost nothing. She's impressed by this show of power, glad to have Shepard on her side for this, but she doesn't waste any time saying as much.

Instead, as the inmates are thrown against the walls and floor, she sprouts dozens of arms from the surfaces around them, grabbing on tightly to the creatures' limbs, refusing to let them pull themselves free.]

Got them. [She says as she follows Shepard out into the hall. The look on her face is one of disgust, as if she's fighting the urge to gag.]

...let's keep going. They feel really gross to touch, and they're... wriggling.

[squadgoals]

[Gross. She nods wordlessly at Robin, and chops the air in the direction they're headed.]

Straight ahead. We're almost home-free.

[They're making good time — not quite running, but jogging fast. No point in dumping their stamina before the goal.]

We've got a right turn coming up in fifty meters. Once we make it, drop them. They won't be able to make up the distance to pursue us from there.

[devilofohara]

[Robin nods back, and does her best to keep up. Her legs might not be as long as Shepard's, but she's got more than enough experience running away from things in her lifetime. She won't fall behind.

They reach the corner together without issue - which is good, because Robin's powers have a limit at which they can operate, and they're cutting it pretty close. She lets the inmates go, subconsciously wiping her hand off on her uniform after she does so, as if she's mentally trying to get the feeling of them off of her.]

...how much further?

[squadgoals]

[With a quick glance at the map on her omni-tool, she can answer at a glance without too much calculation.]500 meters. Time-wise? If we keep up a jog, I'd say no more than two or three minutes, max.

[If nothing else jumps us. She mentally shakes it off giving Robin an appraising look.]

You want to slow down a bit, or you doing okay?

[devilofohara]

I'm okay for now.

[She isn't out of breath yet, at least. Fortunately the act of restraining the undead didn't put too much of a strain on her - one of the beautiful things about having so many limbs is that the strain is shared between all of them. Which means that it's a lot less strenuous on them individually - and a lot less tiring for Robin.]

I can make it.

[squadgoals]

Good to hear.

[They keep jogging, and despite the sounds from the facility itself, the hall is relatively clear. Goal almost in sight, Shepard nods to the final door ahead.]

Behind there. I should be able to brute-force hack it open in a couple of seconds. [beat;] Provided we're uninterrupted. Can you keep an eye or two out?