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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[Droids are always a bit prickly; Luke's spent his life among R2 units, protocol droids, and the occasional medical droid. He's never met a fashion droid, and assumes Mettaton's attitude-- name, not designation, emphasis on entertainment-- are quirks of his programing.]

You'd rather be an entertainer? Is that what you were programmed for, back where you're from?

[Luke has not spent time around this kind of bot. And although he's trying to be patient, Mettaton is getting annoyed.

On the one hand, for all anyone knows, he's a robot and nothing more! But on the other...he's so much more than that, and even though he can't explain as much, he's annoyed that someone would push the limitations of a mindless droid onto him.

So, he loses just a fraction of his temper, whirling on Luke. It would only be as menacing as having a seven-foot automatron looming over you, because Mettaton looks somewhat pouty, not angry.]

My dream has always been to be an entertainer! No one programmed that thought into me, because I chose it! So I would appreciate if you stopped treating me like a mindless computer!

[Maybe that's unfair of him. He is a robot on the outside, and it is what gives him the means to exist as he's always wanted. He just didn't expect it would cost him his individuality.]

[Luke has spent his life around droids, pulling them apart, putting them back together, selling, buying, building, scrapping and managing them. He just doesn't think of them as people in any meaningful sense. Sure, he likes them! He's incredibly fond of R2 and 3PO, indulges their whims and keeps them in the best condition he can manage. If anything, he thinks of them as pets.]

[Regardless of how he feels, he's not one to press a ideological point, especially with a droid. He holds his hands-- hand, because his right arm ends a little before the wrist-- up in a defensive 'no harm meant' gesture.]

Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean anything by it. I've never met a droid like you before.

[And that's not a lie, even if it's not at the root of the matter. Luke didn't know fashion droids were so willful, and doesn't think anything of what this might mean for Mettaton as an individual.]

[Mettaton isn't prone to such outbursts, and so as Luke apologizes, he draws a deep, metallic breath and exhales it.]

...No, dear. I'm sorry I lost my temper. It's unlike me to be so rude. I will tell you one thing, though. You'll never meet another robot like me. I can guarantee it.

[His smile is a little less ostentatious. After all, pride didn't mean he couldn't apologize, and he wasn't going to devalue it by being immediately upbeat.]

Well, since I've wasted some of our valuable time together with poor temper, how about we make up for it with genial conversation and the aforementioned exploration we meant to do?

[Luke can't help but grin once more. Mettaton is a lot of fun, he can't argue that. He takes note not to treat them so much (so obviously?) like a droid, and the rest, he assumes, should be easy.]

That sounds like a good idea, Mettaton. Why don't you tell me about the kind of droid you are, so I don't make that mistake again?

[Because he is genuinely curious, nerd that he is.]

Of course, I can tell you about my humble origins!

[Hahaha, mostly, anyway. Luke is getting the abridged version. Still, it'll pass time no matter what version he shares!

Mettaton begins to walk again, his eye briefly scanning the surroundings so he doesn't get lost. His pace is slow enough that Luke can walk side to side with him, if he so wished.]

As I said, I am an entertainment bot and I was built by the Royal Scientist, Dr. Alphys!! Of course, she only managed to perfect this form for me under my suggestions. My initial form was rudimentary at best...and is still necessary for power conservation.

[He can't hate his box form. He grew popular looking that way! Buuut, it was naught but a step between his preferred form, he had to admit.]

Mm, anyway! I was very big in the Underground, since I was the only star on television! I think I'l miss it, since it seems my popularity hasn't followed me here.

Oh? Did your maker move your internal processors over, or- [Whoops.] -Oh, sorry, that's probably another insensitive question, huh?

[Quick change the subject-] I'm sure you can entertain here. Give it a little time.

[Although it is a little bit invasive, Mettaton tolerates it and even elects to answer.]

That question wasn't so bad! You may finish it if you like~

[Mettaton may not have a concise answer, since his friend Alphys built him and he wasn't all that interested in the particulars, but...at least he's not offended.]

As for entertaining, I do intend to pursue it very soon. I'll just need to settle in and...I suppose I'll have to sort out what being a cybernetic technician even means. I'm afraid designing how a body looks doesn't quite fall within the same parameters as crafting it or any of its parts.

Oh, I can help you with that, if you like. [Luke grins, eyes wide. Droids are great, okay.] I've worked on plenty of droids back home. If you tell me what you need, I can draw up schematics for you.

Can you~? Ohh, I would appreciate that very much! I'll be sure to consult with you closely, Luke dear!

[Wow, this human isn't so bad after all! He's made Mettaton quite happy with his voluntary help.]

What sort of...droids did you work on?

Oh, mostly astromechs lately. R2 units are almost a specialty. [He says it with evident fondness.] I can work with protocol droids, too. Medical and labor in a pinch. I've never worked on an entertainment model before; we didn't see them much where I'm from.

Well, I'd say you have a leg up on me in this case, because I haven't worked on any type of robotic unit! What's it like, working on droids like that? Are they all different?

[Good thing he himself is a robot. He can take notes through input!]

A little bit. I mostly had to make sure they were all capable of doing the same thing. [His eyes glaze over a little bit.] Repairing moisture vaparators. [Ugh.]

Oh. That sounds tedious!!

[Even when sympathizing, Mettaton sounds enthusiastic.]

Also, What is a moisture vaparator?

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