( april intro log )

[hownkai]

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!

I N T R O L O G

slammed & counted "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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. All players, please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

Comments

[t65]

[He leans into her touch, mostly out of tiredness.] Well, they seem to have kidnapped me from a time when I'm... a bit out of the loop.

[imahologram]

We'll get you caught up.

[She doesn't want to jostle his arm, but he looks so exhausted that she can't help but pull him into an embrace.

This is my brother. I have a brother.

When she speaks, it's into his tattered fatigues.]

I've missed you.

[t65]

[Luke leans on her a little, and begins to stand.] Then it's good I'm here. I hate being late. [It's a bit strained.] Maybe if I'm with you, they'll let me leave?

[Help him, Leia. Use your Princess Voice.]

[imahologram]

The medbay? Of course they will.

[She can argue her way out of this room with glares alone. Getting off the ship will be a little trickier. If things were that easy, she and Han would have been out of here weeks ago. Maybe the girl, too.]

Come on--do you know where your bunk is?

[t65]

Um, sixteen. Moro. Does that mean anything to you...? [Luke doesn't like to lean on his friends, emotionally or physically, but he's a little too tired and a little too weary to try anything else.]

[imahologram]

I'll take you there. [She's a little disappointed that he's not on Mero deck with her, but Moro seems all right, from what she's seen.] It's a long walk.

[Last chance to agree to stay in the medbay before she pulls out her Princess Everything, Luke.]

[t65]

I'll be fine. [If he minded the Princess Stuff, he would be a very different person. One less happy, and with fewer friends. He walks with her.] What have you been up to in- in a month?

[imahologram]

A lot. [She doesn't say more until they've run the gauntlet of medbay personnel trying to keep Luke where he is. Leia glares and snaps where necessary--she'll take it from here--until they're in a corridor, heading towards the stairs.] I can't even believe how much, when I stop and think about it.

[She might have been a little more abrasive than was necessary when she first caught sight of him, but as the initial surprise of seeing him fades, something a little more like gentleness replaces it. Whatever Luke says, he needs rest.] I have news for you, but it's...well, it might be a lot to take in. Do you want to hear it now or later?

[t65]

Now. [Said without any hesitation. Now, always now, Luke is neither the patient type, nor the type to put bad news off until a more convenient time. And with how things have been going lately, he assumes it's bad news. Something about Han, most likely.]

[imahologram]

All right. [She says it a little dubiously--but if he wants to hear it now, now is when he'll hear it. But don't say I didn't warn you. She guides them over to the edge of the corridor, thankfully not a busy one, and looks up at him.

Now that it's hers to say, the words are heavy in her throat. She can feel it now, the way she could feel him across the ship. He's a piece of her, one she only knew when she didn't have it any longer.]

Luke. [A little smile, the gentlest she has.] I'm your sister.

[t65]

What? Leia, that's- [Impossible. But somehow, he feels it as true, in a gut-deep way he can't argue with. He knows that feeling, it's the feeling that lead him to Cloud City, that flowed through him on Dagobah. It's true, everything within him somehow knows. Maybe he always knew.]

You're my sister.

[imahologram]

[She can see the knowledge overtake him, the very moment his protestation turns into understanding. So he feels it, too, that same pull that she does. To think, she's had family at her side for all these grieving years, and all without realizing its significance.]

Your twin.

[t65]

Of course. [His expression breaks out into one of utter fondness. He has a sister, a twin sister, and it's his best friend.] How did you find out?

[imahologram]

There are people here--they're from before our time. [This is the harder thing to explain. She presses her lips together for a moment. It won't be too much for him--Luke's strong, and while he might need rest, she knows from experience that he'll be all right--but it's still a lot to take in. She was given time to adjust to the situation. He's getting it all in a conversation.] Obi-Wan Kenobi. And our father.

[t65]

[Luke nods, trying to process it all, before she mentions their father. He steps back suddenly, nearly stumbling in surprised haste. More worried than excited, he sputters,] Our father? Here? Wh-where? Have you seen him?

[imahologram]

[Leia's arm tightens around him, her other hand coming up to help steady him. The reaction seems strange, but she's not entirely sure why. Luke sounds...upset, almost.]

I'll introduce you after you've gotten some rest. [Maybe a detail or two will steady him.] He has the same eyes as you. Nearly the same face.

[t65]

You- you've met him? [There is a very clear look of concern on his face. But then, Luke's no fool; Leia seems entirely fine with the idea of meeting his-- their father. He grimaces.] Leia, what was... he like?

[imahologram]

Like a Jedi, I guess. He really does look like you--but taller. [Leia shrugs, doing nothing to hide the concern in her voice as she adds:] You look worried.

[t65]

Like- like a Jedi. [He knows, in that moment, that he can't say it. He hadn't been planning on lying-- he never is-- but in this moment, he doesn't have the heart to tell the truth.]

[That doesn't mean he's any good at lying, though.] It's- it's a lot to take in. Let's get out of here, Leia. [He feels like he needs to sit down.]

[imahologram]

...All right.

[Luke might be the worse liar between the two of them, but he has injury on his side. It's easy enough for Leia to assume that what looks like concern is pain, or maybe exhaustion, and to let it go. Whatever else is true, he'll be better off resting right now.]

[t65]

[They trudge in weary silence to Luke's rooms, and it's wearier than Luke would like. He usually likes to be better company than this, especially for his newfound sister, but he's falling asleep on his feet. When they get to his rooms, the strange pastel decor barely registers beyond a blank stare and a,] ...Huh. Does- does everything look like this?

[imahologram]

[Leia hasn't spent any meaningful amount of time on the other residential decks. The vast majority of the people she knows from home live on Mero deck so far. When they reach the brightly coloured room, she laughs.]

Absolutely not. [A glance over at him finds him genuinely sleepy-looking, so she keeps him going over the threshold and to a bed.] Han and I have--

[The words stick for a second--Han and I--as she realizes that Luke hasn't heard about any of that. She shakes her head ruefully and gently presses him down to sit at the edge of the bed. It swings at a touch, and she's suddenly grateful for the enormous eggs in her bunk.]

I'll show you after you've gotten some sleep. If you can get some sleep on one of these things.

[t65]

[Luke inspects the beds, and finds the one that looks least used to sit down on the edge of. He curls his feet-- bare and dirty-- up under him.] I'll manage somehow.

[And, with the cheekiest grin he can manage while he's this tired, waves his left hand. The bed stops swaying.] You'll be doing that too, s- [He yawns.] Soon.

[imahologram]

[Leia watches the bed grow motionless under his influence. What a thing to use his Jedi powers on--she grins, sitting gingerly at the edge of his bed.]

Obi-Wan offered to teach me. [That it's something she can learn still seems miraculous to her.] I'm sure he'll be willing to take on two apprentices.

[If she's going to learn, so will Luke. This is something she wants to do together, or not at all.]

[t65]

[The bed sways, and Luke stills it once more. That's the Skywalker heritage: being an inveterate showoff.] Have you met him? He's so young here, it's so strange...

[Kinda groggy, here. Leia, your new brother is falling asleep.]