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

"Cops only." He's going to laugh himself the death over that, but not really. In fact, it just seems so completely absurd to him when he had 3 guns visible right on his arms. He gives Sideswipe a look like he has three heads.

"Are you from one of those, uh, colonies?"

Starscream and his fraggin colonies.

"I'm Rodimus. Captain of the Lost Light. Ex-Matrix Bearer?" He withers slightly. "You've never heard of me?"

"Yeah... maybe they're not even really guns? Like. Stasis-weapons?" He spreads his hands, sheepishly. Because he is totally not familiar with those, no way, no how. Nope, never been arrested before. Ever.

"What colonies?" he asks, making a face. "I didn't think we had any."

That should probably answer the question.

"Nnnnooo..." He tries for a smile. "But you sound really cool!"

"Uhh, yeah. Most cops I'm used to are a little more... uh, lethal."

For some reason or another alternate universes doesn't even really register as a possibility to Rodimus. He was told it was impossible anyway, and if anyone knows about science, it's Perceptor.

Time travel though? Yeah that was possible.

"You didn't drop down a hole for like 6 million years right?"

"... Dude. That's illegal."

Sure, cops weren't the greatest bunch of bots in the universe. But that was mostly because they were boring and stodgy and in love with their rule books. Not murderous.

He makes a face at that.

"No way. I'm not that old!"

"What? No it's not. Unless Starscream went completely nutto. I mean, not that he isn't already."

God. Starscream as Emperor. He still can't get over that.

"....Four million then?"

"Wait, what? What's Starscream got to do with anything? Isn't he like... gone?"

Like Sideswipe knows what happened to the rest of the Decepticons after the war. He never paid much attention.

"Gross. That's like, Gramps old."

Right, colonies. Rodimus is pretty convinced Sideswipe is colony born and just immensely sheltered. It makes sense to him so he's running with it.

"Everyone apparently lost all their lugnuts and elected him Emperor of Cybertron or whatever. It just was a terrible idea, which is why I'm glad I'm not there to deal with it."

He bounced from that mess as soon as he was able to. True that he hadn't yet been elected with the Lost Light first launched, but he's glad he didn't stick around after the Dead Universe shenanigans and Megatron's trial.

"Rude! Four million is still spry and young! That's like... barely older than the war." Says the 4.2 million year old. "It's when you get creeps like Galvatron who are like eleventy billion gajillion years old that you get ancient."

"Wh-- No, he's not! He ran off somewhere! Like, ages ago! Like, when Optimus was still alive ages ago."

It wasn't even that long ago, it was just... before his time. And, therefore, ages ago. It makes Bee seem like more of an adult than he probably is, too. Which is just weird to think about -- so he doesn't.

"Dude, the war's been over for like... ever. I never even saw it!" He pauses. "What's a Galavatron?"

Holy slag none of this makes sense. The metal of his 'brows' knit and he reaches a hand up to scratch at the side of his head with a finger.

Then it finally dawns on him.

"No way, are you from the future?"

"... Uh."

Someone, anyone other than Sideswipe is probably 100% more equipped to answer that question than Sideswipe himself. For his part, the kid just sort of stares at Rodimus with a blank expression. Like he's being asked to do calculus.

"No... idea?"

"Hmmmm." Rodimus hums, cupping his chin while he examines Sideswipe. "Well, the war's over."

He shrugs a little. He'll process it later. For now, Sideswipe is cool future guy.

"So, any idea how to scram from here and bounce back through this thing?" He makes a motion with his arms that's supposed to symbolize jumping back through it, but it looks more like picking something up and tossing it.

"Yeah, it has been for like... ever."

He doesn't see why that's such a big deal. Doesn't everyone know that? Why is that such a big revelation?

He shrugs, though, waving at the big glowing blue thing. "Nah, dude. Riptide says it's broken. And if it's anything like a broken space bridge? You... probably don't want to bounce anywhere near it."

"Definitely the future. Hey, do they have any sort of monument to me or anything? Did I find the Knights?"

Rodimus was nervous, his spoiler flicking this way and that.

"Yeah, I get you. Anyone, you know, working on it?"

"Uhhh no? Maybe? I dunno, there's a lot of monuments. Or there were..."

Until he kind of knocked a bunch of them down. And got arrested. Again.

"Maybe. I kinda just got here."

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