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( april intro log )

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!

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"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.

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[She doesn't mind the woman holding a knife while speaking to her. If anything having a hand by a weapon is the most normal thing she's seen anyone do on this ship. It's strangely comforting and it makes the girl smile just a little.

It doesn't stop her from looking around before speaking, making sure there's an open door nearby that she can run to if that knife comes into play.]

Hi. [She studies the woman's face, trying to place if she's seen her around the ship before. The girl had spent so much time on Ceta the last month, that she feels like she barely knows any of the Moira crew. She doesn't consider that a bad thing.] You look a little lost.

[She's not used to seeing kids who aren't zombies. Or kids who aren't killing other people. So to see a little girl smiling at her knocks her for a loop, and she looks a little confused and awestruck for a few seconds.

She does have enough decency to slip the knife away, keeping it so she can grab it easily if needed but out of sight so she doesn't freak out the little girl. She wants to protect innocent things, not scare them.]

Hey.

[She tries smiling, but it comes across as flat and shaky. So she quickly stops trying.]

I just got here, so I think looking lost is pretty accurate.

[Hopefully.]

[She raises an eyebrow when the woman puts the weapon away, snorting under her breath. Typical of people to think that size mattered when it came to threat level. She'd seen a child younger than herself take down a grown man just a few weeks ago; she knew kids shouldn't be underestimated.]

Freshly stolen. Too bad. This place is makin' a habit of it.

[She sighs, shakes her head.]

The people at the Ingress tell ya their stupid little story about this place? How ya gotta work and they can't get ya home and blah blah blah?

[Cassandra sees that snort and gives out a similar reaction in amusement. This girl's attitude reminds her a little of herself, which is oddly comforting.]

They told me, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy trying to figure out a way home.

[The admission was soft, and she shifts her weight as she speaks, wincing a bit as the knife that's been tucked away pokes into her. So she pulls the knife back out again, before looking back over at the kid.]

So you were stolen too. You've got a weapon on you, right?

[As far as Cassandra's concerned, whoever is in charge here deserves to be stabbed by someone short and young. She's not about to give up her knife, and her body language shows that. But she figures she can help the girl find something, if it's needed. She's still not sure it isn't, even if no one else around seems as paranoid as she is.]

Everybody's tryin' to find a way home.

[But she can't say much about the lack of attention. She'd done the same thing, too busy seeing the similarities in this ship and the last place she'd been kidnapped to. It'd taken her weeks to figure out what the lay of the place was without the proper introduction.]

Worth lookin' into. Even if it's all a bunch of lies.

[She gives the woman a knowing smile.]

Expect me to tell ya? Just like that? Don't know ya well enough to go spillin' where my sharp things are. You might try to take 'em.

[It's a bluff. She has nothing on her and hasn't since arrival. But she's not about to announce that; she'd rather let people think she's got something to be worried about.]

Edited 2016-04-02 07:32 (UTC)

Smart girl.

[Cassandra offers the girl a smile of acceptance, since she recognizes a strong survivor when she meets one. She's not sure if the kid comes from the same place as her, but she's definitely been through some things to make her give smart answers.]

I don't expect you to tell me. Not unless you want me to help you find something to use. I know what it's like to be someplace unarmed.

[She tucks the knife into the bag she's wearing, since she really doesn't feel the need to carry it around while talking. She's seen kids this one's size kill an entire biker gang with their siblings and parents, so she knows how dangerous underestimating children are. This doesn't feel like a situation where she'll need to defend herself, though.]

I'm Cassandra, by the way.

[She smiles just a little under the praise, puffing up. She'd always been easily pleased by compliments, even when her caretaker were free with giving them.]

Even what ya got might not do ya a whole lotta good here. [She's not ready to take strangers up on an offer to help quiet yet. It's something to discuss with Kobra, when he's calmer.] Seen plenty wanderin' around with laser guns. And people with much bigger powers. A knife won't help much against them.

[She's not ready to take help, but this is advice she can freely give. If the woman was to run into that strange skeletal creature like the girl had, a knife wouldn't be enough.]

You might want to find yourself something more study, Cassandra.

[She doesn't offer a name in exchange, though the introduction does earn a little wave.]

Powers?

[She can't help but look worried at the mention of that. Her mind goes straight to Murphy, a zombie hybrid who is showing all kinds of freaky powers. She's doubting that's exactly what the kid means, though, and tries to relax. She finds she's not able to, and ends up shifting a little, clearly restless.]

Laser guns and big powers aren't things I have to worry about where I'm from.

[And since she's in space, of course there's laser guns. And people with crazy powers. And no way back home. ]

What kind of things have you seen here?

Like I saw somebody with wings. And somebody teleport. And somebody floating? Powers. People here got 'em.

[Never mind that two of those had been monsters, the sentiment is still the same.]

No laser guns? At all? [That feels surprisingly more far fetched than anything else she's seen on the boat.] Didn't ya have any guns at all? What, just little knives?

Edited 2016-04-04 03:55 (UTC)

[She laughs a little, nodding in response to that last part. She's not even going to touch the whole powers thing with a ten foot pole, it's close to freaking her out. Weird zombie powers from Murphy are enough for her to take in, she isn't sure she wants to see humans with powers too. It leaves her at the bottom of the food chain once again, and she's not sure she likes that.]

We have guns. There's just not many of them left, and not enough ammo to go around. Things are -

[She pauses, trying to find the right word. There really isn't one.]

Rough. It's a hell of a lot nicer here than it is where I come from.

[It's weird to her too, but she's young. She can adapt easily to the weirdness, assimilate it into her world view without being too shaken.]

Ammo? Like bullets? [Its so old world it throws her. She doesn't think she's ever even seen a bullet in person.]

I wouldn't call it nicer. [Less fear, more food, an actual bed. But there's a cost to it.] You don't know what they plan on doing. These place might look all pretty, but what have ya got to pay for it?

Edited 2016-04-05 04:55 (UTC)

[Taking a few moments to really think that over, she decides that she doesn't want to let the kid onto the harsh realities of surviving where she's from. ]

I'm not gonna pay them anything. [She's quick to decide that, at least, and firm in her insisting. She gets that everything has a cost, but she's not about to let herself be vulnerable because some spaceship decides to pull her in and give her room and board.]

I don't mind working and staying here, but as soon as I find a way out, I'm leaving.

[There's a pause, almost as if she's looking over the girl and determining how useful she'd be in finding a way out.]

You can come with me, if you want.

We're stuck in their place, using their things. Always a cost to that.

[It's said bitterly, jaw tensing. Even leaving she thought would require a payment, in blood if her escape from BLI taught her anything.]

Nice of ya. [And surprising. It's the third time someone's offered to keep her in mind for an escape, but it's no less shocking however many times it happens. She knows t has something to do with her being small, young, and how that preyed on some part of people's better nature. It's a nice thought, that she somehow had a way for survival if she played the right part.

But it's not just her anymore.] But I got mine to worry about. Can't go runnin' off with just anybody.

Well, yours can come too, if they're willing to find a way out.

[She shrugs, because while having a group here would be nice, it's not ever going to replace the group she's left behind back home.]

I've got people too. They're not here, but they could be someday.

[Her voice softens and lowers a little, and she seems almost sad about the fact she's here alone. And that right there explains the reason why she's so eager to find someone like the kid to connect to. They're both short and Cassandra knows that people probably look over a little girl because of her size and underestimate her, same as they do with Cassandra herself. She's been used and abused back home because people think she's not strong, and she doesn't want to see that happen to this girl here. ]

[She considers this, nods slowly.]

I can talk to him, see what he thinks. He'd wanna meet ya. Make sure you're shiny.

[As far as she's concerned, Kobra's word will reign law until they find another Killjoy. If he likes Cassandra, then the girl can have permission to trust her too.]

They could come sooner than ya think. [She says it gently, kindly.] Mine just showed up. Sometimes they're just fashionably late. Takin' their sweet time and makin' ya miss 'em. [And then, uncomfortably:] Might not be the best place for 'em though, getting stuck here. Not if ya got something to go home to.

We don't. We've got each other, and that's about it.

[But that's enough, isn't it? She tells herself that it is, and that eventually Warren or 10k or one of the others will make their way through the Ingress, same as she did. Her desire for that to happen shouldn't be placed on someone else's shoulders though, so she gives the Girl a smile in gratitude for trying to make her feel better.]

How do you make sure someone's shiny, anyway?

[A subject change is better than talking about her group and feeling feelings. An even better distraction is just walking, which is exactly what she turns to do, motioning for the Girl to follow.]

Ain't that all that anyone ever needs, each other? [She smiles, small and tight.] I was meanin' it might be better to get home instead bringing home here.

[Though the girl is starting to rethink that, with her own people starting to show up. She wants her desert again, but not at what it could cost.]

Ya know, if they're shiny they're good. Can like 'em, maybe even trust 'em. Shiny.

[She lets Cassandra get a few steps away before she starts to follow at distance. She's not keen on staying to close within reach to anyone new.]

I'll keep that in mind when I'm looking for a group here.

[She's starting to realize that a way out isn't easy, and that she may have to settle for life in space for a while until she finds a way off this ship and to do her own thing.]

You're right that this place looks nice, and it's safer than where I come from, but it's still the same as a prison. You need people in places like this.

[Home may be the worst place to try and survive, but it's still home. Her group's back there, and so is someone she cares for. She doesn't mind playing nice and doing what she has to do in order to survive here, but she finds it amusing that it's a kid that's opened her eyes to the fact she's going to need to escape as soon as she can.

For now, though. There's nothing wrong with exploring. She glances behind her to take notice of the fact that the girl is lingering behind, but doesn't motion for her to catch up. She knows what it's like to want to trail along behind someone you don't know.]

So, what do I call you, anyway? You never told me your name earlier.

[She gives Cassandra a long once over, nodding to herself. At least this woman seems to have a good head on her shoulders, more common sense than most of the people the girl has met so far. She gives the woman a small smile. Even if aimed at her back, the child figures its the thought that counts.]

It's safer for now. But who knows what's gonna happen?

[For a child that's usually so cheerful, she's pessimistic to the end. Life is always waiting fro the other shoe to drop, after all.

She huffs out a little sigh when Cassandra presses for a name. This conversation hasn't gotten anymore pleasant in the dozen times she's had to have it so far.]

You call me whatever ya wanna. Think up somethin' ya can remember and there ya go. [A pause.] I haven't got one yet.

I'll let you decide something on your own.

[Names are an important part of your identity, after all. So she stops walking and waits for the Girl to catch up, and slowly moves to crouch down so they can be eye level. What she's about to tell her is important to Cassandra, and she doesn't want to feel like she's talking down to a kid.]

I know someone back home. He chose a name for himself, one that meant something to him. Ten Thousand didn't mean anything but a number, but to him it was important. You should pick something that's important to you, whenever you're ready. Alright?

[Smiling, she reaches up to try and place a hand atop the Girl's head in an almost affectionate manner.]

No.

[Names are too important for that. She’s got time, years before her. She doesn’t want to get to choosing yet. Not all of her boys are here and they have to know first. At least they deserve the letter, whenever she makes her decision. If she ever does.

She’s gotten by just fine this long without one.]

I don’t pick the names. People find what they wanna call me or they just don’t call me anything at all.

[She pauses, takes in the words.]

That’s how it is in the Zones. You choose, the name. What you are. [She bites her lip, takes a step back to avoid the touch. Again, it’s not personal. Just the paranoia in her veins.] I can’t yet.

Edited 2016-04-18 04:30 (UTC)

That's what I meant.

[She says it gently, smiling a little.]

Whenever you're ready. It's not a big deal.

[She feels a little bad that the kid took it as one, and even worse that she was making the girl uncomfortable by trying to touch her. So both of those hands of hers go up in the air, to show she means no harm.]

Come on. Forget names and all that shit. Show me around this place.

[She shrugs. There's no way she'll admit she's not sure that there will ever be a time she'll be ready. Being raised out in the sands, she never felt that tug of reinvention that possessed runners to take on their identities.

She smiles wryly at her hands.]

What haven't ya seen yet?

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