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

Tyler had just been looking through some rubble of random objects and broken tables and chairs, trying to find something that could still be of some use. When he hears Sans speaking to the ship, he can't help but speak to himself, although loud enough that Sans can still hear. "Best case scenario, since it's a cafeteria, it's food. But then, this is also a prison, so it could just easily be blood." He then pulled a a tabletop to gets a better look at the inside of the pile. "Nothing with two o's and a d that starts with g either way."

Laughter comes up unbidden at the Tyler's little twist of wordplay, causing Sans to shrug and toss the dusty tray over his shoulder. It clatters satisfyingly into another pile of junk.

"I can think of a few other o-o-d words that might apply, but they sure aren't sanitary." He grins, flipping up his h-o-o-d, in a decidedly g-o-o-d m-o-o-d. "What brings you here, looking for a snack too?"

"Ah, no, not looking for food here." He really wouldn't trust anything he found to be really edible, resistance to illness or not. "Just looking for anything useful. Might as well be thorough, right?"

He spends another moment looking through the rubble he was on before giving up and backing away from it to turn to Sans. "How about you? Just looking for a snack?"

"Always, my friend, always."

In a moment, Tyler will find Sans on the other side of him, already crouched down by a fresh pile of junk.

"Believe it or not, scavenging is something we monsters are actually pretty good at." He holds up a very, very old bar of what looks like dehydrated raw protein. Sans unwraps it and takes a large bite. When he speaks again, it's around a mouthful of half-masticated dubiously-edible food.

"Ta-da!"

"Huh..."

He has to admit, that's pretty impressive. He's not sure he'd eat the bar even if he had that ability, but still... It's impressive nonetheless. "Is that all practice or just something you can naturally do?"

"Practice. Or maybe modern monsters evolved to be great at picking through it, I don't have the answer to that one. Alls I know is that I don't mind the smell and it's a great place to take a date." Sans hops down from the junk pile, taking another bite.

"Consider that a hot tip from me to you, kid. Chicks love garbage."

He burst into a small controlled laughter at that tip. He can't even argue or file that away as a cultural difference that wouldn't really work for him, because he knows from experience that it's not wrong just a little too broad. "I actually already knew that, but I appreciate the tip nonetheless."

"Glad to be of service, kiddo." Sans bows his head quickly, a parody of gentlemanly manners.

"Anything else you need advice on? I'm an expert on many things; skin care, shaving, optometry..."

He chuckles at the bow, which builds up to a full blown laugh when he gets to the suggestions. "Wouldn't those be very different for you and me? Skin care and shaving at least, since you know, you're a little more bone dry than I am."

"Hey, do you know a guy on the ship with as clean shaven and blemish free a face as yours truly?" He's enjoying this more than he probably should. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it kid, the no skin method is vastly underrated."

So is Tyler, to be honest. It's refreshing, really. He chuckles at Sans's response before shrugging. "Ah, but sadly, mine would probably grow back before I could even get a quarter of it back. We heal fast, us werewolves."

"Ahhh, that's right. I almost forgot about that." He shrugs, caught between sheepish and teasing. It's not clear which way the scale shifts. "Sorry about that, kiddo, you just look so... human, most've the time."

He chuckles, waving dismissively. "It's fine. I haven't wolfed out since I've been here, anyway, I don't really blame anyone for forgetting it."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Neither, really. Just a thing."

( april intro log )

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sorry for the delay, busy weekend!

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