( 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

[knaval]

Okay, Sideswipe.

[he's going to test something.]

There's an infirmary wing nearby, orrrr we can go to the ship. Which one would you prefer?

[redshitlord]

Wherever! Whatever's closest!

[And that's all he needs to start tugging on Riptide's arm. Hopefully toward said infirmary wing. Honestly, he doesn't care where they go, so long as his buddy gets looked at.]

[knaval]

[...oh. okay. maybe something is wrong with him? riptide doesn't panic, but stands up. look at that, there's energon streaking down his legs and splattered across his stomach, too.]

Infirmary it is, then. Calm down, alright? I'm pretty sure I'm not dying or whatever.

[redshitlord]

[Well, all that energon everywhere just makes him more nervous, and as soon as Riptide's on his feet, he's grabbing the bigger bot's hand. Tugging on him.]

Just -- please! Come on!

[knaval]

Alright, alright. [riptide allows himself to be pulled along, his own hand dwarfing sideswipe's.] Jeez, I still can't see anything. Are you sure it's me that needs to be going?

[redshitlord]

[Who cares about size? Riptide is coming. That's all that matters right now.]

Yes! I'm not the one who's covered in energon!

[knaval]

[sexy.]

That... I still can't see. Still nothing coming up on diagnostic. How about we both get a scan? You go first.

[he says, as he waves his free hand in front of his face, just double checking. nope, nothing wrong with his optics.]

[redshitlord]

No, no, you first. Please. Just... do this okay?

[He'll do it too if it means getting his buddy checked out. But Riptide here is the one who looks like he's covered in blood.]

[knaval]

You are super weirding me out.

[he says flatly, still following.]

Do you know where you're going?

[redshitlord]

Yeah, well, this whole thing is weirding me out!

[As he pads along, looking for... anything medical-looking.]

Nope!

[knaval]

Wow. It's almost like you've never been on a creepy abandoned prison before.

[which, to be fair, neither has riptide.]

It's left.

[redshitlord]

What, have you?

[Don't say those things, Riptide, he's just going to look up to you with big, adoring optics.]

[As he turns left.]

[knaval]

...I mean, it didn't turn out to be abandoned, so that one's up in the air.

[no don't admire riptide he's a disaster

he slows down, even if sideswipe is still pulling him. not like sideswipe was being much of a moving force anyway.]

Alright, it's up here. You can stop panicking now.

[they're out the area. all the blood winks out of existence like it was never there.]

[redshitlord]

Still though, dude...

[Nope, it's too late for that. Still admiring.]

[When he stops, though, he turns around, just in time to see the image of the energon... vanish. Like it was never even there.]

I--

It's gone??

[knaval]

Uh huh. Gone because it was never there to begin with? I knew you were just scared!

[no that's not true he is a little worried about sideswipe.]

I mean, we're almost there. Might as well look for some equipment the medibay might need. And get your head scanned...

[redshitlord]

No! Dude! No, it was there! It was all over you! Like someone ripped something off you or something!

[And he's still worried about his Large Friend.]

Y-yeah... okay. Just... get checked out okay?

[knaval]

Yeah, yeah. [it's not hard to tell when they start getting into medibay territory; there's rusted and broken medical equipment out in the halls before they'd even make it through the doors. not to mention the medical symbols everywhere.] Jeez, I was here a few hours ago and it's smaller than I thought it was...

[riptide stops, squints. his holographic data slowly fades in next to his shoulder. he takes no notice.]

...It occurs to me this is all human sized.

[redshitlord]

Did you pay attention?

[Which he is totally not doing, because he is busy looking at that data. And suddenly forgetting, for a moment, the reason they're in here at all.]

Dude... that's your name?

That's... so awesome.

[knaval]

Absolutely not. What do you take me for?

[he PFFTS then stops, squints. sighs. waves his hand through the holographic data.]

Not this again...

[redshitlord]

Someone awesome.

[He says it with 100% seriousness, too. But fidgets around until he can see the data again.]

But seriously! Is that your name?

[knaval]

...Okay?

[THAT'S WEIRD why would anyone find him awkward he's lame.]

Look-- it is, just. Ignore it? Pretend you didn't see it, alright. I don't really want it to be a thing.

[redshitlord]

Really?

Why not? I mean, no one gets cool names like that back home.

[LET HIM THINK YOU'RE COOL, RIPTIDE.]

[knaval]

[NOOOOOOOOOO]

It's-- related to something I don't really want to discuss with you? Or anyone? Jeez. Are we scanning or not? I mean-- where's your data, huh? Let me ask invasive questions about your life!

[it's not a sore spot YOU'RE A SORE SPOT.]

[redshitlord]

Okay, okay, chill. You just had to say that.

[His data is ... probably significantly less dramatic than Riptide's. With an age that puts him at what's basically robot teenager-hood, minimal injury aside from things your usual active, athletic, street racing idiot would run into. Barring something that says something along the lines of "GRENADE DAMAGE: healed".]

[It's woefully unimpressive.]

You can just ask, dude.

[knaval]

Alright. What's up with the grenade damage? You don't look like someone who would get one of those thrown at you.

[or... even be in a situation for one. damn, maybe he really did annoy the wrong person?]