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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"Most expensive water you've got!" Sans instructs the bartender, eyelights gleaming with too much drink. He motions for her to hop a few stools closer, the idea of closing the gap himself not occurring to him. Laziness is a way of life, after all.

"Not a fan of the spirits, huh?" He asks, leaning hard against the bar. "Don't worry, I won't tell any of my ghost pals."

A few seconds pass, Fiora looking at him with an unchanging expression. Then, she gets it, and bursts into a fit of giggles, hunching over the bar counter and covering her mouth with her metal hand.

"Hah!" she barks out cheerfully after she's composed herself, straightening back up on her stool. Unlike the earlier turn of her head, her body language is fluid now, as natural as any person's.

"That's clever. Spirits, ghosts..."

Grinning, she picks up her glass of water and hops off her seat - the stool is almost too tall for her to sit at - and she sits again beside the little skeleton.

"Thanks for the water. I'm really spooked by anything else."

The reaction is, frankly, unexpected. Most of the Moira crew is dry as a bone when it comes to their senses of humor, pun most certainly intended. Sarcastic quips are all well and good if a guy wants to be cool and mysterious, but Sans is of the opinion that it's hardly funny. Not like a good knock knock joke, anyway.

Needless to say, the giggles put him at immediate and refreshing ease.

"Don't mention it, kiddo. If you like that one, I'm here all week." Sans takes a beat. "Most weeks, actually. Anyway--" His grin broadens even wider, eyes closing in psuedo-serenity. "Here's one I think you'll like. Knock knock."

Whatever reservations Fiora might have had about conversing with such an odd person have fizzled away. What justification would she, of all people, have to hesitate to talk to the non-human crew members? Whether she likes it or not, she's probably got more in common with them than the regular humans now.

The fact that this one might be trying to pick her up doesn't faze her. He's funny and has her attention. With her metal fingers clacking on her water glass, she twists her body so she's facing the skeleton, one elbow casually resting on the bar counter.

"Oh, I used to love these. Alright, who's there?"

"Used to? These never go out of style, kid. Anyway, boo."

Sans' is a lazy sort of anticipation, but it is anticipation nevertheless. Those few moments before landing a horrible punchline, they're the best parts of any joke. Well, right behind the groan.

'Boo'? Fiora locks her gaze with Sans' for a brief second, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Come on, she's heard this one. Is there gonna be some kinda subversive punchline? She'll bite.

"...Boo who?"

"Aw c'mon, no tears! It's just a joke."

Sans grins wider, jaw cradled between his hands. No subversiveness here, no sir. Sans is a man of very traditional values. When he tells a joke about a man walking into a bar, the man always comes away with a lump on his head.

"I'm here all week."

Despite herself, his answer still makes her snort softly with amusement. Yeah, it's one she's heard before, but... there's just something about the way he said it. There's something oddly charismatic about how he

"Here all week, huh? So you're the humerus type," she says, winking at him. "My brother is the same way. He'll tell me a silly joke when I'm getting too... steely."

It's time to switch to cyborg puns.

"Looks like you're hardwired for this stuff. You should've told me, I would've boned up on my jokes beforehand."

Sans grins, unfazed by her cyborg appearance. Alphys is the one who would go nuts for that kind of thing, and the thought combined with the drink is enough to make him chuckle a little harder than usual.

"You got a brother, huh? Same here."

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"Mm-hmm," she confirms with a little sigh. The topic has quelled her appetite for puns for the moment. Sitting straight again, she takes a big gulp of her 'expensive' water, forcing a pause in the conversation.

"His name's Dunban," she says as she puts her glass down. "I was born when he was twelve. You could say he raised me, although in the past few years it was me taking care of him."

Slouching, she rests her cheek in her hand and looks back to Sans. "But, I'm thankful he's not stuck here, as much as I miss him."

"You're the baby, huh?" Sans grins, already taking more of a shine to her at the reveal.

"I guess I get that... though I'm not gonna lie, I don't know what I'd do without Papyrus here with me." He winks, swirling his own glass. "I'm kinda selfish that way."

"Yeah, the baby," she confirms with a grin, "although Dunban earns a smack when he calls me that." So watch yourself, Sans. That cheeky grin is so brother-like.

"Is Papyrus your brother, then? At least you've each other."

It's his curse. Perpetual older brother to all he surveys.

"Oh yeah no, wouldn't be able to hack it around here without 'im. You'll meet him, you'll see. He's the best guy a skeleton could ask for in a brother. Or anyone."

For someone who doesn't show much enthusiasm in anything, Sans looks downright earnest.

"Well, then it's good you're both here," Fiora says amicably. She knocks back the rest of her water and sets the glass on the table gently, her metal fingers clinking on the glass again like wind chimes. "He sounds lovely from the way you're talking about him. You're sure he's your brother and not your son?"

It's meant as a tease, but... she gets the feeling it might actually be a little bit like that.

"Psh, nah. Just watch the next time you see us both together, dude nags me like crazy. He's a big mom to everyone, you'll see." Not that there isn't a degree of truth to what she says; raising Papyrus was a full time job, when Sans wasn't much more than a kid himself. Still, he's never considered him anything but a brother.

A brother he's really, really proud of, admittedly.

"Want another water? On me."

She didn't really need another water - certainly not an 'expensive' kind, as nice as the gesture had been. Of course, there's the possibility it's meant mostly as a joke, but... she appreciates the company. And the puns.

"What did one coaster say to the other?" And reaching across, she grabs Sans' drink and holds it up at the bar tender, signaling for another.

"This drink's on me."

Grinning. She's proud of that one.

The reach for his drink is enough to make Sans raise a brow bone, but by the time the bartender came and fetched the glass, his confusion is replaced by pure joy.

"Oh. You're good, kid."

( april intro log )

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