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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Sans would have it no other way.

"Sounds like it's your forte after all, heh." Sans tosses the tray over his shoulder, letting it clatter unceremoniously behind him. "What brings you here, pal?"

Kaworu doesn't even bat an eye at Sans' needless display of indifference, or the noise it makes. He just keeps smiling, slipping his hands comfortably into his pockets again.

"Curiosity. After all, prisons exist as a result of the flaw in the human heart."

Of course, he was here earlier with Frisk already, but that's not really relevant--he was here accompanying Frisk's interests, not serving his own. Admittedly, accompanying Frisk did serve his own interests, in a way... but only indirectly. Mostly he just helped.

"But what about you? You seem to be looking for something."

Oh boy. This one liked poetry. Sans grins a hair wider.

"Yep. A hot meal. Or at least a half-frozen one I can reheat." Sans grins, kicking at one of the junk piles, as if a can of soup might roll out. "I find curiosity is a little more productive when it's got a goal, y'see."

No. He's just a literalist. A really expressive one.

His brows crease in confusion, peaking in the middle--though his smile does not falter.

He doesn't understand.

"...do they not feed you enough on the Moira?"

...for free?

"Well obviously not, pal, I mean look at me." Sans gestures to himself, with all the feigned indigence of a man well and truly wronged. "I'm all bones over here."

............

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He...

...you are bones....

.... he thought... that what you were supposed to be?

He. Wait.

No.

What?

...????????

Kaworu just smiles blankly back.

"What?"

Did... did he break him?

Sans knew his jokes were bad, but this was a whole nother level. He's caught between pride and vague alarm.

"Don't worry about it."

Forgive him, Sans, but there's a very high chance that no one at SEELE has ever told a joke in their collective lives--Kaworu's exposure to wordplay has been basically restricted to religious metaphor and existentially dense metaphysical bullshitting.

In other words, he has no idea you just told a joke.

He's thinking really hard about what you said now. Really hard. Probably too hard.

Conclusion: maybe it's the opposite?

"...then do you not need to eat?"

Sans cocks his head to the side, trying to figure out exactly what sort of thought process is going through this kid's head. Probably somewhere between you don't have organs and are you alive.

"I probably need about as much to eat as you do, kid."

That....

....was the least helpful answer possible. Kaworu is, if anything, now more confused. Does Sans know about his S2 engine? Does Sans know he's not Lilim--or in the same class of life as Lilim at all?

He--

Wait.

"You're doing this on purpose." It's not a statement. It's an accusation.

Edited (I'm so tired lol) 2016-05-07 03:02 (UTC)

And an astute accusation at that, apparently.

"Ya caught me." He grins, shrugging and tossing his arms out to demonstrate how many fucks he has to give. Kaworu is a nice guy, but weird and his interactions with Frisk have been... well, on Sans' radar. As far as he's concerned, messing with the guy a little is well within his rights. "I've been known to do all sortsa things on purpose. And accident. Very unpredictable."

Sans... honestly, he's giving Kaworu's 'niceness' too much credit.

He might also be giving Kaworu's social skills too much credit, because Kaworu simply blinks, smiles, and says "I see," in a tone that's strangely knowing. A tone that suggests he sees something, all right. Something other than what Sans was intending.

What Kaworu sees is someone who is deliberately creating a constantly-shifting goalpost to prevent others from achieving a close understanding of him.

And what Sans sees is a guy who really doesn't know how to carry on a conversation.

"Uh... congrats on your eyes, I guess. You see-m very proud of 'em."

Edited 2016-05-11 04:33 (UTC)

Guess Sans can skip his optometrist's appointment this year--because he's right.

Kaworu doesn't know how to carry on a conversation--not well, anyway. It's part of the reason he smiles so much, in fact. It comes easily to him anyway; after all, he suffers none of the insecurities or personal anxieties of the humans around him. But more importantly, he'd been reliably informed that... well, humans liked it when you smiled. A smiling face was a friendly, accepting face, and people were just more receptive if you presented yourself with a smile. So he did.

But with that in mind, maybe it's no surprise that Sans' comment... well, it misses its mark a little.

"...I'm not the only person with red eyes here."

"Heh. No, no you're not."

If Sans' own eyes lights stutter and falter for a moment, it's brief enough to perhaps be a trick of the light.

"This has been real fun, kid. I mean that." He shrugs, stepping backwards slightly. "But I'm a bit of a busy guy, so I'm gonna have to cut this date short."

....

........?

Kaworu isn't sure what just happened there, but he gets the feeling something did.

M...aybe.

"Ah, sorry to keep you then." One last smile before he goes--but if nothing else, at least he moves on without debate.

Well... almost.

"Perhaps we will meet again sometime."

'Perhaps.' It's a word meant more for people who occupy a continent, or a planet--not the enclosed spaces of a floating ship. They will all but certainly meet again.

In the meantime, he will hope Sans finds what he was actually looking for.

And he does -- a can of beans!

Scooping it up from the floor, Sans disappears behind a larger pile of refuse. If Kaworu thought to look around it, he'd find that disappearance was very literal.

( april intro log )

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I'm....... so sorry.

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Firefox is DETERMINED that I am spelling 'optometrist' wrong

you give so much good introspection and i can't for sans 'cuz he's a mystery man i'm sorry ahhhhhh

dajsdgsagh the introspection is just there to make up for what comes out of his mouth hahahaha

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