( april intro log )

[hownkai]

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!

I N T R O L O G

slammed & counted "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. ( ooc; For questions, go here. All players, please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

Comments

[redshitlord]

It's either weird or creepy, honestly. And trust me, we live in a scrapyard.

[He pokes more buttons while it whistles and beeps.]

[Only to suddenly pop up with a live scan of Riptide's hand.]

... whoa.

[knaval]

Ooh!

[it's more a squeak than anything. of shock.]

Well, that works. Alright, you first.

[redshitlord]

Sure...?

[And he, very, very skeptically, puts a hand under the scanner. It's human-sized after all. And even as noodle-like and small as he is? He's not going to fit all of him under there.]

[knaval]

[riptide bends down, squinting at the read out.]

...Well, your hand is in good condition. That solves that mystery.

[redshitlord]

Whoo, lucky me.

I knew that already, too, so. Score one for captain obvious machine.

[knaval]

...


I dare you to put your head under it.

[redshitlord]

...

[He pauses for a moment, before he does just that. Sticking his head under it, because no way is he going to ignore a dare.]

[knaval]

[riptide, not really expecting anything bad to happen, just looks out for the scan results.]

Wow. It says your head spikes are super weird and unnecessary.

[RIPTIDE YOUR OWN HEADFIN IS BIGGER THAN YOUR ACTUAL HEAD]

[redshitlord]

Yeah well, someone wrote something under here, and it says "Riptide sucks exhaust port".

[And like the mature adult he is not, he sticks his tongue out at the bigger bot from where he is in the scanner.]

[knaval]

Shut up! [he pushes at sideswipe.] Let me try, ass.

[redshitlord]

[He's laughing like a stupid teenager at that, and rolls out from under the scanner, still grinning.]

Okay, okay, go for it.

[knaval]

[riptide doesn't hesitate to stick his head under it.]

Okay, I'm bombarding my brain with scanner radiation. What does it say?

[redshitlord]

Uh, sorry. Still says you suck exhaust ports.

[Really, it doesn't say anything is wrong with Riptide. Which is reassuring enough to where Sideswipe relaxes into screwing around.]

[knaval]

Well, that's just rude.

[he notices sideswipe relaxing. he'd been looking out for it.]

But, also. What did I say, huh? I'm fine.

[redshitlord]

Hate the message not the messenger, dude.

[Complete with fingerguns. As he... slowly sobers a bit.]

Oh. Yeah.

That's good.

[knaval]

See what I said?

[he reaches out to gently nudge sideswipe's shoulder.]

It was probably just the lighting or something.

[redshitlord]

I dunno, dude, it looked... really real.

[That nudge just gets him to lean against the bigger bot for a minute.]

... I've never even seen that much energon on someone. That wasn't like, Grimlock sneezing into a cube or something.

[knaval]

[riptide takes a minute to process this.]

How old are you, Sideswipe?

[said gently. he just wants to know how careful to be ;_;]

[redshitlord]

I'm an adult if that's what you're worried about.

[Translation: teenager.]

[Also since they're vaguely in the medical bay, the number is probably floating around somewhere. And it isn't very high. Probably just a couple thousand. If that.]

[knaval]

Not really, no. I just wondered if you were in the same boat as Tailgate.

[like riptide is any more mature.]

[redshitlord]

Are we? He never really mentioned like... how old he was.

[None of them are mature that's why they're the idiot squad.]

[knaval]

I don't know exactly how old he is, but he was asleep for the entire war. He missed it, which is why he's so naive.

I dunno, I thought the same had happened to you. I guess you're just... [a pause.] Uh. I know this is rude but are you cold constructed or forged? I'm CC so... I guess... that's something.

[redshitlord]

... Dude, I've said it before. The war's been over for... ever. As long as I've been around.

[So, no, he's not like Tailgate is what he means.]

[The question just sort of makes him blink. And then shrug.]

I have literally no idea? Yes? No? What is that?

[knaval]

Okay. Good.

[he's not an mto then. that's good.]

Oh? Uh. Nothing, never mind.

[redshitlord]

You sure, dude?

You seem kinda... not great all of the sudden?