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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Rhiow doesn't like to see children dragged into this sort of this, but children are often more resilient when it comes to these sort of things than adults.

It doesn't hurt to be kind to them still, especially one that's so polite.

Rhiow sniffs the offered fingers then rubs her face against them, letting out a comforting purr.

The Girl will likely notice that unlike the tiny bonsai cats, Rhiow sports a modified MID around her neck.]

I was getting tired of being cooped up in the medical room.

[She smiles, enjoying the small moment of having her hands on something tiny and alive. She always wanted a little pet of her own back in the sands, but the scarcity of food made that a pipe dream. Having so many animals present on the ship was like the universe was trying to give her one small kindness.

She's enthralled enough with petting the creature that she doesn't notice the MID. It's harder to miss the talking.]

You-[Her hand stills on the cat's head and she looks around to be sure it's not a prank.] Did you just talk to me?

[Rhiow rubs her head against the girl's hand, encouraging her to keep going. Her experience is that petting her often helped keep her own humans calm, and she'd prefer not to distress this little queen-ehhif barely out of kittenhood.]

As long as the translator is still working, then yes.

Huh.

[She resumes scratching the cat's ears absent-mindedly, eyeing the MID she's using for a collar.]

That's kind of weird. Ain't never met a talkin' cat before. [She's taking it a lot easier than she has other things on the ship. The familiar enough form putting her at ease.] Could all cats talk if I got 'em one of those things? There's bunch in this place on the ship that's got all these trees and green stuff.

Most already can, you just can't understand them.

[The girl's little fingers give good ear scratches, and Rhiow purrs as a constant undertone to her words.]

Trees and green? There's a park here? With cats?

[A park would be lovely, but she'll have to enter carefully if the territory belongs to a pride already.]

Hmmm. Gonna have to tell people to get 'em some translators then. Must be awful with 'em always meowin' at us and not being understood.

[She would find if awful, if it were her.]

Is that what it's called? Park? Yeah, then, we got one of those. A big room here and a bunch of tiny cats live there. I can show ya the way, if ya want.

Some of them might not talk to you anyway.

[Some of the People back home were decidely anti-human, and others just didn't think much of any animal other than their own kind.

Her ears twitch a little.]

It certainly sounds like a park. I'd like to go there. But what do you mean by tiny cats? Kittens?

Why not? I’m not gonna hurt ‘em.

[She’d rather be friends with the cats than most of the ship.]

Ain’t never seen one, so I don’t know. ‘bout either really. They’re like babies. But cat babies. Ya call ‘em kittens? Think there was some Zone runners using that in their names.

Some People just think they're better than humans. But if they're kittens they may not have such strong opinions yet...

[Her ears twitch uncertainly.]

Are there just kittens? Are their dams there as well?

Why would they think they're better?

[The girl could certainly believe most animals were better than humans, but her preference in people began and ended with only a handful of lives.]

Damn? [She'd never heard the word used as a noun before.] They're all small, if that's what ya mean.

Why do some humans think they're better than other people? They're different, and they've decided that their way if being is the best.

[As a wizard, Rhiow does her best to respect all forms of life, even dogs.]

Their mothers. I'm afraid if they're kittens without their mothers, there's a good chance they won't be saying anything, translator or no.

[And doesn't that just hit the nail on the head?] Yeah. [She sighs.] I just thought animals would be better.

I haven't seen any bigger ones around. Some people have been sayin' they come from the trees. So I dunno if they even have moms.

Some are. But cats are a prideful sort. Dogs are less likely to judge.

From the trees? [Cats certainly adore trees, but they don't just spring out of them.] Without a mother they definitely won't have learned Ailurin.

You're not actin' all prideful.

Yeah, trees. That's just what I heard. You'd have to ask someone else for specifics. [She shrugs.] Ail-oo-what?

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