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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[ The mechanism is hardly familiar to her though she knows a childish prank when she sees it and fixes him with a disapproving look. 'Proud people' indeed.

She repeats, ] Lady Alys Vorpatril. And you're Sans?

And I'm Sans. [He repeats back, apparently unfazed by the look. If anything, he appears to be enjoying it.] Settling in well?

As well as can be expected. [ Which is the truth. She watches him a moment and decides she may as well ask, given how informal their conversation has already begun. ]

Is this a common look on your planet?

What, the uniform? [Willful misinterpretation is Sans' favorite kind. He gestures to his threads indulgently.] Nah, that's something I picked up around here. If you're talking about the hoodie, I live in a place where it's always snowy. I don't strictly need to bundle up, but y'know. When in Rome, do as those with skin do.

How 'bout you? [He gestures to her look.] Always that fancy?

[ The misinterpretation doesn't go unnoticed, but she has an odd feeling this 'Sans' doesn't care. She'll take that as a "yes this is normal where I'm from." ]

Preferably, though the ship hasn't seen fit to supply me with anything else beyond the uniforms.

And they're not going to. Best you're gonna get is a boutique, if we ever land on a non-deserted planet again. Speaking of. Yours got a name?

[He grins, knocking on the doorframe.]

Your planet I mean.

I'm from Barrayar. [ Whether or not that name will mean anything to him depends entirely on if the boys have met him first. Either way, her focus is more on the first thing he said. ]

Are there really no alternatives for clothing here?

[As it happens...]

Wait, really? No joke? [Grin widening by degrees, Sans looks suddenly that much more interested in this conversation.] We'll get back to the clothing and how you're stuck with the jumpsuit in a second, you're really from Barrayar?

[ She is entirely sure she does not like that look on a skeleton and takes up a more guarded posture. ]

Yes, I am. I'm assuming you've met some of the others from there? [ Whether that's good or bad is yet to be seen. ]

Uh, a few, yeah. [How exactly do you describe them? A few words come to mind, but this woman is clearly very proper and even he's got some manners. Some.] One tall, dark, n' handsome... one not really any of those things. You probably don't know 'em.

[What are the odds, right? From what Sans could tell, human civilizations were a lot more densely populated than the kingdom he lived in.]

[ The second description is easier to place, the first could fit either her son or foster-nephew. She hazards a guess that he means her son. ] Ivan and Miles? Are you a friend of theirs?

[ She is sincerely hoping not. Sans isn't on the list of trusted acquaintances given to her by Gregor. ]

[In fairness, Sans likely isn't on any list with the word 'Trusted' at the top of it.]

Eh, friends is selling it a little hard, but I rattle my bones their way on occasion. They're good kids.

You've already met 'em, huh?

You could say that. One's my son and the other is my nephew.

[ As much as she can know them when they're only two in her timeline, but close enough. ]

[That's enough to startle a laugh out of Sans. No way.]

Holy crap. Which one's which?

[ It's sad that by the laughter she's not sure which one is more funny. She's met both of the men as adults. To her credit she keeps her tone level and calm in face of the laughter, ]

Ivan is my son.

Wow. [Sand nearly goes to shake her hand again before abstaining. That bridge is in cinders by now. Instead, he props his hands on his hips, as if both baffled and delighted all at once.] Well, that wasn't my guess.

Your son's a real treasure, ma'am.

[ Wise choice, though she looks slightly confused. ] You thought Miles was my son?

[ Her son being a 'treasure' is something she can come back to later, if needed. ]

Well, he's a pretty upstanding guy. [That was one of his subtler jokes, hopefully Alys wouldn't take it as a dig.] And you seem like a pretty upstanding lady, so.

[ She raises a brow at that, but declines to comment on the 'joke.' ]

I was hoping to hear he kept his manners here. [ Because while she hasn't spent much time around her adult-aged son, she can't imagine her not raising him to behave himself. ]

He keeps a lot of things up, I'm sure one of 'em is bound to be manners.

[He cocks his skull to the side, an idea blooming. After hearing Ivan talk about exactly how much marriage means to him, the opportunity is hard to pass up.]

You've met the fiancee right?

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[ There's no trust between them after the whoopee cushion, but he has her attention at least. ]

Fiancee? He's failed to mention one.

Yeah? He's probably just shy, you know Ivan. [Sans shrugs, not entirely sure he's making the sale but pleased all the same.] Wooed 'em over candlelight one night in the bar. Lemme tell ya, the guy sure knows how to woo.

[He winks, hands shoved deep into his pockets with a quick side step towards the door.]

You should ask 'em about it.

[ Shy? That's one word she wouldn't use to describe the little she's seen of her son. ]

I'll be sure to inquire next chance I get. [ Though she's more curious about how her son is apparently "woo"ing people and if there's more than one she needs to keep an eye out for. ] It was nice meeting you, Sans.

Right back atcha, Miss Alys.

[He takes the time to fire off one last quick salute before disappearing around the door. Indeed, if Alys bothers to look down the hall after him, she'll find 'disappeared' is the only word for it.]

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