( 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

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[redshitlord]

Hm?

[Honestly, he thought he was here by himself. In this part of the station, anyway. And part of him had done it on purpose -- because where there were fewer people wandering, there were better chances for finding a music player someone hadn't already claimed.]

[He recognizes the voice, though, and pads around the corner, ready to give her some ridiculous answer.]

[And just stops dead, his expression going from smug to horrified.]

Y-- Scrap! Are you -- you're leaking!

[imahologram]

Scrap?

[Leia does look up--sharply, a little bemused--at the voice. (Is that a comment on her height? Every human must look tiny when you're as big as Sideswipe.) Dropping the oddly shaped bit of metal with a clang, she turns to face him.]

What do you mean, leaking?

[redshitlord]

Sorry -- yes, language, I know, whatever!

[Sorry, Leia, that's your first Cybertronian swear. Maybe not first, but oh well.]

[He gestures to, well, all of her.]

That red stuff! The stuff you guys lose when you're damaged! You've got it on you!

[imahologram]

[Well, that explains scrap--good to know. (How expletive-laden was this mission's description to his audio receptors?) She shrugs off the apology, and when his explanation clicks into place, shakes her head.]

It's not real, look.

[She holds out her hands--spotless to her--and swipes one against the other. Though she might not be able to see it, her earlier confrontations made clear that the blood wouldn't be affected by her touch.]

Just a hologram.

[redshitlord]

It -- what?

[He hunkers down even more to watch, nervous and unable to completely keep still. Is she serious? If it's not real then...?]

[And it doesn't move. Doesn't change.]

That -- why would they do that to you!

[imahologram]

I wish I knew.

[She gives Sideswipe a little smile--one she thinks he could probably use at the moment. He deserves some more reassurance of her continued health, considering how worried he seems.]

It's nothing to worry about, though. [Belatedly, she glances over him.] How are you doing down here?

[redshitlord]

... whew. Okay. Great! You were looking really worried there for a second!

[This is Sideswipe trying to save face. And probably failing miserably. But oh well. He tried.]

[And he shrugs, still crouching near her.]

Fine, I mean. I don't have a fluid hologram on me, and nothing's tried eating me yet.

[imahologram]

It's a good thing you reassured me.

[This is Leia letting him, albeit with a smile. She doesn't have a good sense of how droids age, especially outside her galaxy, but Sideswipe gives the impression of a rather young personality. There's room for a little leeway for him--here, at least.]

It's a bad day when an abandoned prison is better than a star cruiser. Those scraplets didn't take too many chunks out of you, did they?

[redshitlord]

Yeah? I mean, yeah! Totally! Any time you need me to do the reassuring, I got it.

[He's totally going to take it and run with it, for now, when everything is creepy and weird. He's already seeming to settle down.]

A real bad day, no kidding. [He twitches a shoulder in a shrug.] Nah. I've had worse.

They didn't eat any of your stuff did they?

[imahologram]

I'll keep that in mind.

[If he's calming down a little, that's what matters.]

None of mine. One of my bunkmates didn't have such an easy time. [Don't be a cyborg, kids.] I think they were too busy trying to get to her to try my blaster.

[redshitlord]

Heh, awesome.

[And yes, he's back to his usual self.]

Ouch, that sucks. Is she okay or...? [A beat.] Blaster?

[imahologram]

She survived. But I don't think she enjoyed it.

[A wry smile. Leia wouldn't be quite so flip if Fiora had been more compromised, but...well, things mostly worked out, as far as she can tell.]

Blaster. [She draws it out of its holster, holding it so Sideswipe can see it, but it isn't pointed anywhere dangerous.] I'd have been cross if they had been interested in it.

[redshitlord]

Yeeaah... that whole thing was like. The total opposite of fun. I've had lectures better than that.

[Says the guy who hates schooling in all its forms.]

[He perks back to attention once she draws her weapon, his optics widening a little.]

Whoa. They let you keep that here? But they took your shoes?

[imahologram]

I think I've given lectures that were more fun.

[Pep talks before battles, at the very least. It looked like a miserable time for everyone made of metal.]

I don't think they had much control over it. [Leia swallows a laugh.] They haven't taken it yet, though--and it comes in handy sometimes.

[redshitlord]

You give lectures? Like the school kind or the "you're under arrest again Sideswipe" kind?

[Guess which he's had more of before.]

Y-yeah, guns kinda seem like they're useful things! Even when they're just stasis ones.

[imahologram]

More like..."you're going to fly this mission, and you're going to do the Alliance proud."

[Anyway, blasters away. She glances up at the droid, amused.]

Just how many times have you been arrested?

[redshitlord]

... whoa. Really? So you're like, some kind of soldier or something?

[Because that is the coolest thing.]

Oh, thaaaaaaaaaaaat... um.



Not many?

[imahologram]

"Or something." Everyone's a soldier in a war, if they've picked a side.

[But sometimes it's hard to think of herself that way--she still feels like a diplomat most of the time, albeit using a different form of diplomacy than mere talk.]

More than once?

[redshitlord]

That's... harsh. I mean, it makes sense, but still.

[Says the kid who's never actually seen a war in his life.]

... yeah. But totally not my fault!

[imahologram]

[She shrugs.] War is harsh. If the worst you can say is that you were a soldier, you're lucky.

...So you were arrested by accident? [Sideswipe.]

[redshitlord]

Soldiers are heroes and stuff where I'm from though, so. I guess they're lucky...

[Said in the tone of someone who doesn't entirely know if he buys that or not.]

Yes.

Totally.

A lot.

[imahologram]

Even heroes are put in difficult situations sometimes. [If anyone's truly lucky, it's Sideswipe. He's lived without the threat of war, and Leia's both glad and envious.] Especially during a war.

[There's a laugh threatening to escape her.] This, I've got to hear.

[redshitlord]

It doesn't seem like it. I mean... they're heroes for a reason, right?

[If robots could blush...]

Uh, well. There's... a lot of red bots in the speed circuit...

[imahologram]

They are. But if the other side won, their actions might not have looked so heroic.

...So they were speeding tickets. [Sorry, Sideswipe, she's laughing a little.]

[redshitlord]

But... one side is wrong. And kinda murdery.

Not all of them.

[LEIA NO DON'T LAUGH you can just see his pride getting wounded.]