thisavrou_log | ( 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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[Napoleon's distaste at her behaviour is evident although it does get mollified when she drops her hand. Getting dropped in strange places was still no excuse to be rude to strangers.

He lets a moment or two go while he decides whether or not he wants to be helpful.]

Very far.

[He's not even going to ask about the leg. People could take care of their injuries themselves, there was no point in him being nosy.]

[The dizziness remains, and she tries to look past that so she can get through this conversation without feeling like she's been drugged or something. She's sure whatever happened will wear off quickly, but doesn't like feeling as vulnerable as she currently does.]

Far, got it. That's usually the answer.

[She repeats his answer, her voice coming out a dry croak. She licks at her lips, which are looking a little rough. It's not the first time she's wished for an entire gallon of water to drink. She licks at her chapped lips and studies him, trying to decide if he means her harm.]

Are you the one in charge here?

[She has all the signs of someone new although she seems to be worse off than the average new arrival. It's still not enough to make offer any substantial help. Napoleon needs to see value in doing so or as a way to maintain a cover, but since he isn't playing Clark Kent any more he doesn't see any reason to.]

I'm not.

[However even though he doesn't want to deal with it, it's still in his best interests to make sure she doesn't collapse on him or worse, throw up.]

Why don't you sit down for a moment? You look dead on your feet.

[He raises his hand slowly, telegraphing his movements before he puts them on her shoulder to try and lead her to one side.]

[Funny he's saying that - she's pretty sure she was about to die before being pulled into this place. The last thing she remembers is Murphy biting her cheek, then the intense sensation of being torn and thrown into this place. Her hand goes to her cheek, where she touches at the outline of the scar caused by being bitten. Her mouth forms a tight line, but she nods in response to what he's saying. She doesn't trust him, so she gently dodges his touch, but does allow him to lead her to a place to sit.]

This is just a lot to take in, that's all.

[She wishes it was a lie, because admitting it is as good as admitting weakness. ]

How long have you been here?

Three months.

[He lets that hang while he watches her expectantly. There's a lot of ways someone might react to the relatively short length of time and it even might count as long to some.]

[For her, three months is one of those odd bursts of time that's too short to be considered horrible but too long to be considered comfortable. It does give her a little hope, at least.]

You've managed to survive here that long. That means I can do it too.

[It's not a cut against him but rather an understanding. Even if she's feeling like she's been pulled through the wringer, her body is quickly adjusting and she'll be able to survive just fine. The thought is enough to make her look confident and gain composure. She's even able to make eye contact without looking like she's paranoid he might do something to her.]

Do people show up here often?

[There's still a chance people from her group might show up, and she wants to be here to greet them if it happens.]

[She visibly looks better at his words. A survivor then. She'd have gotten up even if he hadn't interfered.]

About every month or so. However it doesn't sound like anyone's been here long enough to establish a pattern.

[Napoleon's wary about establishing rules with such a short sample time. He didn't get to where he was by making hasty assumptions.]

[She nods, thinking over what information he's given her. She finds realizing that someone she knows may show up here gives her hope, which makes her feel even stronger.]

And has anyone you know managed to show up yet in the time you've been here?

[She asks the question as she moves to stand up properly, taking the time to actually look around for the first time since arrival. Everything looks so cold and metal, which is a stark contrast to the warmth of the humidity she's feeling. Her bare feet tap against the flooring, toes curling as she gets a better feel for her surroundings.</small]

[As she stands up he smiles in an encouraging manner.]

One. But I met the man for the first time only a little bit earlier than my arrival here.

[Peril was complicated. Napoleon had received orders to kill him if he interfered and he knew Illya had likely gotten the same. He doesn't know if either of them went through with it and he doesn't want to find out here if it's bad.]

Are you hoping for your friends?

I'm hoping for someone in my group to show up, yeah.

[It may have been selfish but she wants the sense of familiarity in a place where she doesn't know. She starts to walk off, like maybe she's going to just leave the conversation there. But she stops a reasonable distance away and turns to look back at him.]

Do you know why were we brought here?

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