thisavrou_log | ( april intro log )

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( 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

Hello.

[Cyclonus gives the observation deck another cursory look as Shepard approaches, determining that there's no one else on deck. Then he looks back toward the space scape.]

You should be careful about being here on your own. There are... Voices.

[He just ignores them with the same determination he sometimes avoids hearing actual people with.]

[Things are not getting less weird]

Voices? I haven't heard anything, but I just arrived.

Just here? Or all over the ship?

[Sorry Shepard, everything is weird here.]

Only here. Though if you remain long enough they may follow, for a time.

[She falls silent, momentarily lost for words.

Is a 30-foot-tall purple mech warning her about mysterious ghost voices that follow you if you watch space for too long alone?

She surveys the scene before her, hands on her hips. After a moment, she crosses her arms.

Evidence was pointing strongly towards "yes".

And yet, not the strangest thing I've seen today...]

Pretty ominous. Has it happened to you?

Yes. [It seems for a moment that he might leave it at that, talkative chap that he is, but he manages to pull together a few more sentences. Tailgate should be proud of him.]

It is... Annoying. Some may find it unsettling.

[Hence the warning.]

[She nods again. Duly noted.]

I'll take annoying or unsettling over dangerous any day.

[She shifts her weight, considering her options. Not a talkative mech, but still... Nope, curiosity might have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.]

I'm--[beat]--Shepard, by the way. Do you have a name you go by?

[Cyclonus nods right back. Solid logic, Shepard.

His resting gloomy face frowns a little bit more at the wording of her question.]

Of course. I am Cyclonus.

[Whoops]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything. [She scratches the back of her neck, cursing her own lack of forethought. Not every synthetic was going to react the same, any more than every organic would.]

You've got me at a disadvantage, Cyclonus. I'm a human, but I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with your own classification.

[His only acceptance of her apology is a small inclination if his head, but he's clearly not too bothered by the social faux-pas as he keeps talking with her.]

Humans do seem remarkably ubiquitous among the various universes we've been drawn from. I've yet to meet someone here who doesn't at least know of them.

As for myself, I am Cybertronian.

[Cybertronian. With an "-ian". If this wasn't another race of synthetics, she'd eat her tags. But the idea of humans being "ubiquitous" is enough to stall her flurry of curiosity on the minutia of Cyclonus' home life.]

That's a surprise. So even with these all these different and alternate universes, humans are one of the common denominators?

[Shepard, no... Calling them synthetic is even worse than calling them robots. Way to imply his species is fake.]

Beyond there being a disproportionate amount of humans compared to other species, while there seems to be humans aboard who have never encountered other races, I have yet to speak with someone who wasn't aware of humans before their arrival.

Perhaps the Ingress is simply biased.

[NO IT JUST MEANS THEY AREN'T SQUISHY ARE THEY SQUISHY?? THEY DON'T SEEM SQUISHY AGH

But for real holy bias, Blasto. If there was a couple dozen species in her own galaxy, there was bound to be more in others, according to common theory. How could literally everyone have heard of humans?

A small part of her brain cheers for humans being awesome and the best. Another small part of her brain picks a fight with it for toeing the Cerberus line. Shepard proper ignores both of them, and continues doggedly on.]

Even in your universe? Where I'm from, humans are the most recent addition to the galactic community, and definitely not the majority race. I'd expect more... Asari, or even Turians, to show up here, rather than humans.

[Words mean thing, Shepard. Words imply implications.]

Ah, no. Humans have little presence in my universe. They haven't achieved interstellar travel on their own power from what I'm aware of. But our species encountered them on their planet.

[AKA got them messed up in their 4 million year war.]

I mostly knew of them through samples if their media until arriving here.

[He tilts his head.] I've never heard of Asari.

[paragonclicks words furiously]

Pre-spaceflight Humans met Cybertronians? How'd that go?

Asari are another race in our galaxy. I'm surprised you'd discover Earth before meeting the Asari, actually. [And there's a pause as Shepard mulls a new thought.] Unless our universes are so different that they never existed in yours?

[Maybe the Protheans ate them all instead of uplifting them.]

They're not extinct. [So... Better than expected?] I wasn't there at the time. Other Cybertronians aboard are likely better equipped to answer that question.

I would suspect they don't exist in my universe, as my race doesn't seem to exist in yours.

[Seriously. Pretty much any species that's joined the galactic community probably knows about Cybertronians. They're kind of infamous...]

[She nods, her expression wry. Humans did have a way of staying alive.]

Interesting. I wonder if there's any crossover besides humans.

How many other Cybertronians are aboard? Anything in particular I should know about them? Or even your race in general?

Perhaps, but I've seen no other species that I'm familiar with here.

There are five others. [He's not aware of the latest Cybertronian arrivals yet.] I do not believe any would intentionally harm you, but some of them are... foolish, and you are rather soft and small.

[That's what Shepard is asking about, right? If she needs to worry about them?

After a brief pause he adds:]

We are not robots. [Because people seem to keep assuming that.]

[Six other Cybertronians? From the way he mentions them, it sounds like they're all equally huge, too. Comparably speaking, she supposes she really is soft and small.]

So Cybertronians aren't robots. [That's one mystery cleared, at the least. She considers her next question before asking it.] In our universe, humans are classified as organic beings. What are Cybertronians classified as?

[Even the little guys are taller than you, Shepard. And just wait until you find out that several of them are even larger than Cyclonus!]

We are mechanoids. There are several mechanical races in my universe, though organic life is admittedly more prolific and varied.

Mechanoids. [She rolls the word around in her head, and considers it. A word for sentient mechanical races, born from a universe with several. She briefly wonders what the Geth would have referred to themselves, had the word "synthetic" not already been the organic go-to by-word.] I like it. It's got a good ring to it.

[A thought occurs to her, almost ridiculous, but she can't help but ask:] They accommodating you guys for cabin size?

[There are definitely other words for mechanoids in his universe and few of them are flattering.]

They've made an attempt. There's only so much that can be done to alter a ship without major reconstruction.

True enough. Good to hear they've tried, though.

[She lets a silence fall, staring out at the galactic starscape, the cosmos rushing by. It seems unbelievable to think it isn't her galactic starscape. Then:]

This might be a weird question, but... do you breath? Could you go on a spacewalk without any extra gear?

Hm. [It's more than a nod! He must be feeling social.]

I do not breathe. I would need magnetic clamps if I wishes to walk in space, but otherwise they are unnecessary as I am spaceworthy.

Huh. Good to know.

Guess you wouldn't need to eat, either. [What about oil and gas? Or is that too stereotypical? She holds those questions, at least, in her own head.]

[Cyclonus pauses for a moment, wondering if he really wants to answer all these questions about his species' biology. But he does suppose curiosity is better than hostility...]

We need fuel. In some forms it can be eaten, but more commonly it's a liquid.

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