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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"Not a thing."

Despite that, Sans' grin remains unchanged. While the ins and outs of meeting new people wasn't exactly a science, a few of the same principles apply. Namely, discovering what you don't know is often just as good as getting a direct answer.

"Sounds delicious, though. Wings are great." Sans rubs the back of his spine. "So what, you military?"

"Oh, no," Luke says, attention still caught entirely on the salvage he's extracting. With one panel held in place with his elbow, he holds up a wrench and gets to work. "I worked with the Alliance. I guess that's..." What was the word Leia used... "Para-military?"

"Heh, I was never too big on the army. You should talk to my bro, I bet he'd be head over heels for a guy with the stories you must have." It's not a lie, but with how Sans' tone seems to shift between sincere and teasing with the wind, it's sort of hard to tell.

Watching Luke work is much more satisfying than working himself, of course, and Sans keeps up his personal game of twenty questions.

"So, what were you allied against? Bad coolant systems?"

Luke, of course, assumes the best of all companions. Why would he lie? So Luke mentally notes down that the skeleton alien has a brother. Of course, Luke is distracted enough by his project that higher brain function is taken up mostly by that; he rambles freely.

"The- Galactic Empire. Leia could tell you more about why," because Luke is betting that's the next question. "But they're- they're not good people, believe me."

"Oh yeah? What makes 'em bad?"

Sans doesn't necessarily doubt the kid. If anything, his soul is purer than most around here and much easier to read. Still, as long as he's got a willing and eager well of information, why not fill the reservoir?

"You can tell me, Something about you screams 'little guy' to me, and I tend to root for that side in a fight." Gesturing to his own stature, Sans punctuates that statement with a wink.

"They destroyed an entire planet- they torture people-" Luke wonders, albeit belatedly, if he should list his sister's grievances as an example; it's easy to set him to rambling when his mind is on another task.

Luke looks over in time just to see the wink, and can't help giving out a little laugh. He decides he likes this skeleton-alien, whoever he is. Luke takes a moment, stopping his tinkering to reach out with his left hand for a shake. "I'm Luke Skywalker, by the way."

"Sans the skeleton."

Someone else being the first to offer a hand is something of a novelty to Sans, and he takes it firmly. There's only a hint of disappointment in his eye sockets over forgetting his hand buzzer.

"Sounds like a nasty bunch of people. Reminds me of this ten year old I know." There's no derision intended by the comparison, though perhaps that is not immediately clear. "So did ya win?"

Luke laughs, a bare little scoff, at what he assumes is a joke. A nine-year-old, really? He shakes his head and gets back to work. "We're trying to. We've won every major battle since I joined up."

"Daaang, kid. Engineer, fighter pilot, and hero of the rebellion? You must be a real ace. Careful how much of that you tell my brother, he'll try to join up. In fact, he might insist on it."

Sans leans hard against the refrigeration unit, finger-drumming on the top.

"You got family?"

Teasingly, Luke says, "well, we can use all the help we can get..." But he wouldn't recruit anyone without a stake in this fight, and he's never even heard of a system with beings that look like human skeletons.

"My sister's here. She's the real hero."

"Oh yeah?" That bit of interest sparks Sans' curiosity. Having family aboard is hardly unheard of, but they're definitely in the minority. "What's her name, maybe I know her."

"Princess Leia? She does all the real work in the Alliance." And her hair is insured for 3000 credits. "What about your brother; he's here?"

"Think I've heard of a Leia... didn't know she was a princess, though. That makes you a prince, right? You're just wrackin' up title here, pal." Of course, whatever laconic laziness hanging off him melts away into enthusiasm when the subject turns to his brother.

"Papyrus? Yeah, he's here. If you see a tall, handsome, super cool skeleton walking around, that's him."

"Wh-" Clang, Luke hits his head on an inside panel. "No! No, I'm not a prince." Wincing and smiling, he rubs his head. "She's-" No, he can't just dismiss her connection to the Royal House of Alderaan, that would be unforgivably callow. Instead, he says, "we're not from the same system. It works differently on Alderaan."

Better back to the subject of someone else's family. "You know, I'm not sure I'd know what a handsome skeleton looks like; you'll have to point him out to me."

"Right, right. Not a prince, got it." Wink.

"Well, your highness, I'd be willing to bed that he's pretty recognizable as there are only two skeletons on this ship and the handsome one sure ain't me."

"I'm not!" He yelps. He'd be a terrible prince, he's not diplomatic at all. He's not even sure what that means, exactly, except that Leia is it.

"I wouldn't know; I've never been to a system with your species before. Is 'Skeleton' the proper name?" It seems a bit on the nose, but maybe that's where they got the word from.

There's something about the tone of his protest that hearkens back to little brother's everywhere, and Sans can't help being charmed. He's a connoisseur of little brothers after all, considering Papyrus' status as the best one ever, and there's genuine glee over his face as he snorts.

"Nah, kid, nah." He waves him off, still half laughing. "Technically, we're monsters."

Joke's on you, Sans, Luke is a whole thirty seconds older.

"Monsters?" Maybe that's where the word comes from. "What system do you come from?"

An ancient in his midsts. How his sister manages to keep up with Luke's wizened, worldly ways is a true testament to her character.

"Uh, I dunno, do you count a mountain as a system or is that more of a subclass?" Sans shrugs, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he rocks back on his heels. "I'm from Mt. Ebott. Under it, specifically."

Wizened, worldly and constantly gobsmacked, Luke considers this answer. That would explain why Luke's never heard of these 'monsters'; they're pre-spaceflight.

"Oh! That explains it. It isn't a system I've heard of." Or, likely, one anyone's heard of. That's prone to happen; the galaxy's a big place. "What's it like?"

"Heh, well, I think you'd only hear about it if you knew the old legend. Humans who climb it are said to disappear." Sans seals that cryptic statement with a wink. It's just an old wive's tale, or it used to be. Some prophecies have a way of fulfilling themselves.

"We had a war too once. Humans didn't like our magic too much, decided to wipe us out n' drive the rest of us under that mountain. We can't really leave, so I guess I'd say it's... pretty dark. And cramped. Sorta musty too, if I'm honest. The war was way before my time though, so I couldn't tell ya how it compares to the surface."

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