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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Well, that doesn't seem like a vote of confidence there. "A trick of the light, perhaps," he offers. A weak sort of explanation, and one that he can't really get behind to begin with, but he's really not sure what else would cause someone to think his hands are covered in blood. "Or, hell, the place is weird enough to start getting to people."

He looks closer at his skin, the red flowing vibrantly but there... there's something obscuring the blackbody radiation coming off his person. There's something else.... something unnatural.

He steps forward, his arm extends out to him in silent requisition of his hand. The thermal signature is off. "May I?"

This doesn't make a lot of sense to Liquid, and when he sees the hand extending he narrows his eyes. It doesn't exactly look like he's looking for a handshake, and Liquid's skeptical. "What for?" he asks, but he sighs and sticks his hand out. "Whatever it is you've got planned, be quick about it." At least he asked first.

He takes the hand and his eyes close as his quantum mind ventures into the digital code. The stone on his temple lightly glows as his mind dives into the coding embedded into the image coating his skin. He follows the rush of data to its conclusion only then finding the root of the distortion. When he finally open his eyes only a few seconds have passed.

"Thank you." He releases his hand. "I have found the source of the problem."

Liquid feels all kinds of awkward just standing there with this stranger holding his hand like this. Something... appears to be happening at least, since something's lighting up on the guy. Maybe he's psychic like Mantis? It's not massively weird, other than the having to grab his hand part, but it's over pretty instantly anyway.

"Have you? And what is it?"

"Coding." He answers. "I'm afraid it's embedded on top of your skin to mimic blood."

"So it's... what, a hologram or something?" That's nothing big, he supposes. "Bit odd I can't see it myself, but, well, better than everyone having weird hallucinations, right?"

"It is..." he looks at him "odd." He admits.

"The local AI may have something to do with it." And why it fooled his senses. Unless he looked closer as he had done, Vision would not have noticed it.

"Makes sense. Probably some sort of complicated issue meant to... I don't know, broadcast things to everyone." A guess. Good enough. "So I'll look dangerous for a bit, I suppose. Can't complain too horribly."

Calmly. "You look injured."

Sorry to burst your bubble.

Edited 2016-04-04 03:41 (UTC)

"...Really?" Well, he did think he was injured at first, after all. But still. That's pretty lame, all things considered. "Well, you should see the other guy, then."

"......"

His brows crease, taking a moment to understand his meaning.

"Are you here alone?"

Liquid takes a moment before he laughs. "It was a joke. Yes, I've been working alone for now. Thought it'd be better to come down by myself and do my own poking around before doing it in a group. Not that I plan to do much of that either."

He's only a month old. He's still learning... things.

"Why not?"

Liquid raises an eyebrow. "Why not? Haven't exactly put one together. Besides, this isn't necessarily group work. You can make a few trips if need be."

It would be more efficient with groups, but he has a point. They're not required to complete the work. Still, he has to ask:

"Seeking no help and preferring no help are two different things. May I ask, which one you fall under?"

Edited 2016-04-05 03:26 (UTC)

Liquid shrugs. "The first, I suppose. I am used to working with others, but at the moment, it's not necessarily something I need. You understand?"

"Yes. I believe I do."

Laughing, Liquid peers at a nearby pile of junk. "Alright, glad we're on the same page then."

"I will leave you to your..." he looks at the pile. "Sorting." A pause. "Unless you'd like some help," he offers.

Liquid gestures towards the pile. "I don't really need help, exactly, but feel free to join in if you'd like. There's plenty of rubbish for everyone, from the looks of it."

He'll step forward to help for a bit, though he makes a point of searching for technical equipment more so than anything else. After he's done he'll pick up his own pile of rubbish and haul it back to the ship.

Liquid's still gathering stuff when his temporary scavenging companion picks his stuff up. He nods at him, then goes back to getting a pile together.

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