( april event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: April 14th and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The prison isn't all that contained after all.
Warnings: For the (sort of) undead, possible violence, and nudity. Please label your content!

E V E N T

revive the risk "Big things have small beginnings." Things have been going relatively well for the crew of the Moira thus far despite their current circumstances. With D-E-L’s help, many supplies have already been gathered, and those with the necessary components have begun making much needed repairs. Yet, things aren’t as peaceful on Del Pascia as they might have seemed. The resident facility AI has slowly started growing more and more unresponsive to questions, often answering in rather irritated tones and short, snippy answers. Still, no system glitches appear across the prison except for one minor detail: random doors and hallways suddenly lock and close for no reason and don’t open again for varying amounts of time—ranging from minutes to hours. Does this have anything to do with the unsettling feeling some crew members have experienced since stepping foot onto Del Pascia? Or is there a simple explanation that can be easily chalked up to as an accident? ☄ DECONTAMINATION #2 ( 04.14 - 04.17 ) On the Moira, crew come and go without much hassle. They take a transporter to planets and moons and back again without any fuss... Until today. All crew that try to reboard the Moira coming back from Del Pascia will be denied access, a warning flashing on their MID - Decontamination Required for Entry. It’s a protocol that hasn’t been enacted before, and the MID offers no explanation as to why it is now. The transporter will seal and then be permitted to dock in the Cargo Bay, where the procedure will begin. All crew on the transporter have to dispose of their clothing by placing it inside hazardous waste bags located in a compartment near the front of the craft. After all clothing is stored, a gas-like substance will fill the transporter, breathable yet tasteless, and once it dissipates, crew will be free to go. Other crew members will be waiting in the cargo bay with clothing and blankets, per the captain’s instruction, but no clear explanation will be given for this sudden new protocol aside from “potential health risks”. ☄ D.ON'T E.VER L.EAVE ( 04.18 - 04.23 ) After the decontamination procedures for the Moira go off, the captains issue a ship-wide alert to let the crew know that the ship is picking up on something inside each person that boarded the space station. It is speculated that the crew came in contact with an unknown biological contaminant either during the station’s decontamination procedure or sometime after. At this point, they aren’t aware of what will happen to those that are carrying the contaminant, and the captains ask for anybody with experience to head to the Medbay to begin testing. Crew don’t appear to be in any danger, so they are allowed to continue gathering materials and supplies on board the space station at their discretion. (Every time they come and go, they will be made to go through the procedure described above). Any crew remaining on Del Pascia will find that D-E-L is more vocal than ever before. It is answering questions, as well as trying to convince crew members to abandon the Moira and take up permanent residence aboard the space station. ☄ FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY ( 04.24 - 04.28 ) Like most unfortunate things, it seems everything happens all at once.The noises you heard, a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents, become louder. You can’t place where they are coming from at first. You turn, you follow, but the search yields no results. And then, without any warning, it’s crystal clear as “they” begin to creep and move from within the shadows and ruined sections of Del Pascia: the prisoners and workers said to have been relocated by D-E-L. Their voice is one, regardless of how many gather, and they tell you, “You can be happy here” and “I can make you better” shortly after. Worse than the way they speak in unison is the way they look. Mutated and deformed, their prison uniforms are in tatters and covered in various levels of the same blood that the crew has experienced during their time on Del Pascia while visiting the prison blocks. They don’t attack to kill; they only try to detain, to drag crew members further into the station and are methodical and precise in how they do this as if they’re being controlled by something greater and much smarter than them. To those that fight, D-E-L’s voice will call out, telling the Moiran not to struggle, to stay here and be safe, be better. The AI explains that life there on Del Pascia is easy, peaceful, and nobody will cause you pain. Suffering is a thing of the past and loneliness is something you’ll never know again. The prisoners follow the command of the AI, its voice falling from their lips. D-E-L claims they feel no pain, no hunger. They are united in one purpose and are therefore free of all strife. Wouldn’t it be nice to be free like that? As always, fearing for the safety of the crew (and despite the disrepair of the Moira from events prior), the captains ask for all those capable to assist with extracting those aboard Del Pascia as quickly as possible before D-E-L tries to lock them inside. Running, after all, is better than dying, and it’s certainly something everyone aboard the Moira has gotten quite good at.

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Maya Hannis | Decontamination with mild nudity | OTA

[whatawaste]

Maya had been on the station for pleasure, not business. The pleasure of escaping the emotions of her fellow crewmates, to be specific. She'd found a quiet, abandoned corner of the prison and sat down for a smoke and some high-quality sulking. All that to say that...she hadn't exactly been wearing her uniform at the time. No, she limited her exposure to the uncomfortable fabric to her on-duty hours only. She'd been wearing her 'work clothes,' a purple bodice, black skirt, and, since the Ingress had seen fit to deprive her of her lingerie, no underwear.

It figured that she'd be caught up in this kriffing 'decontamination' nonsense. Like some great, big cosmic joke. Of course, the idea of having a job where she could keep her clothes on was too good to be true. She should have expected this punchline.

Not like it matter much, anyway. Maya carried ample amounts of shame and self-loathing. But not when it came to her body. She knew she was attractive and healthy. It paid her bills.

"All right," she said, standing up and unzipping her boot without a moment of hesitation. "Enjoy the show."

Whether that was directed to the captains or to the others on her transport was...up for debate.

[ersatzeverything]

"Oh, are we getting an in-flight movie?"

Never mind that the transporter was now docked in the cargo hold and not in flight. He unbuttoned his jacket and stuffed it in the bag provided, keeping his gaze politely to himself.

Venom Snake/Ahab | Nudity and violence | OTA

[cardboard_boss]

Decontamination:

[Snake was actually pleased to be heading back to the Moira after his time down on the planet. The blood. It had shaken him to the core so felt a little at peace to be going home of sorts. Yet, he didn't expect the message to appear on his MID saying he was contaminated.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[Venom rolled his eyes at the information coming up on his MID's screen. It had to be done though, right? Who knows what Del Pascia could have harboured. Snake did as he was told and stripped.

Yep, he was butt naked, carefully going through procedure and placing his clothes in the waste bags. He had no shame but it did feel a little awkward if anyone saw him like this, which they probably would. Shit happens, right?]

Get a good view. Might be the last you get. [He smiled slyly to himself, as he placed both hands over his groin. Just Venom butt to be seen here, nothing else.]



Fear me, Love me, Do as I say:

[Snake had no warning, as the zombie-like prisoners crept slowly towards him. Why were they all saying the same thing? "You can be happy here." It was a lie. It had to be. Venom grabbed his tranquiliser and shot off a few rounds at the zombies. Huh. It didn't seem to work. He could hear the AI seemed to be coaxing these creatures onwards, as if telling them to drag innocents Moirans to their fate. Snake could hear screams. People were being taken it would seem. He had to rescue those who were weaker than him. Being a soldier this didn't phase him as such. He just wanted people safe.

Then, it grabbed him. Or rather the zombie prisoner did, tugging at his leg, almost ripping at the fabric of his clothes.]

Get the hell off! [Snake snarled, as he smashed one of the zombies over the head with the butt of his WU tranq pistol. He didn't want to kill but to stun. He'd done enough killing. Yet, these zombies weren't letting up. Alright, time for a new action....

CQC.

He managed to get one of the prisoners in a CQC hold, sliding his arm up the body until he had his forearm around it's neck. He managed to subdue one before another lunged at his legs, pulling him onto the floor.]

Damn! [Snake managed to kick the deranged prisoner in the face and then knee him in the ribs. Were there more of them coming? He could hear what sounded like people being dragged further into the depths. Shit. He didn't have time for this. He had to get those people out. Snake growled, as he slammed two prisoners down onto the floor in succession, before making his way towards the screams and cries.]

decontamination

[deal]

[She had just been through this back home, so having to strip down here and go through a decontamination process wasn't really an issue. At least this time she wasn't knocking on death's door and didn't feel like she was going to fall over. Still, she was a little on edge at people she didn't know or trust seeing her without any clothes on. In a lot of ways, her clothes were like an armor for her, and without them she was left feeling vulnerable.

Her eyes stayed up above everyone's chests, respectful of keeping her own space. She realized she was near Ahab when he spoke up, and his words caused her to snort and roll her eyes.]

I'd be more worried about getting stabbed if you don't keep your eyes on my face.

(closed to danny & bucky )

[abide]

[ They're in the middle of another sweep of Del Pascia when the noises he and Bucky have followed yield more than what they'd originally anticipated. Steve's assessment is quick: four hostiles, nothing they can't handle. Yet, it's in the moment between covering Bucky's six and slamming his fist into the face of one of them that he realizes there's more to this. So much more. They begin to literally crawl out of the woodwork, overwhelming in number and mutated in ways Steve would rather not think about even while he pushes them back. His shield is covered in their blood, the stickiness of it coating the ground and their clothes, but they continue to come as if there's no real way to incapacitate them.

Somehow, they end up separated during the fight, Steve on the other side of the prison block, and he takes a swing with his shield when five of them swarm him, cornering him into one of the cells. He can feel the sweat running down the back of his neck, the taste of his own blood in his mouth where he'd slid and bit his tongue. If he can distract them, Bucky can get out, and he'd follow eventually. They could make it through this, get back to the Moira and forget this place even existed. A kick to one of the bodies, and it goes toppling out past the bars, leaving Steve a moment to breathe before even more of them come. ]

[wedealwithit]

[Danny's not a skilled fighter. He's been training the last month, but it's nothing that he would claim as a skill. The crew helping him to learn are doing their best, but he's horribly out of shape and has no experience. But what he lacks in ability, he makes up for in heart. He wants to help, to do something, and that's the only thing that takes him towards the noise, rather than away from it.

He can hear them, the mutated prisoners, but he can also hear people fighting them. People that need his help. Danny looks around him for anything that can be used as a weapon, and then runs towards the the prison block.]

Get away from him!

[Swinging his arm wide, the metal in his hand connects with the neck of a prisoner, and he almost panics, it's still moving. Then he sees him, the beautiful man pinned down, and his panic melts away. He grips the bar with both hands and starts blindly swinging. There's no technique, he's just trying to stop them.]

Lara Croft | ota

[rraidergirl]

A. Decon 2: Electric Boogaloo

[ Being naked around a bunch of people who were still functionally strangers was less weird than standing in a room filling with some unknown gas. Decontamination, but then what were they being decontaminated for? She really does hope she gets her boots back at least. She's tense and jittery til she has a blanket around her and even then she's tense. ]

So no one knows anything?

B. A Series if Questionable Life Choices

[She goes back, because. Because. There's not really a rhyme or reason to it, not really one she wants to examine at length. She takes her bow and the gun she got on Emiri, climbing axe a familiar and comfortable weight on her hip. She wants to know. There's no other rhyme or reason behind it, just an insatiable desire to discover.]

B side 2

[ If she thinks too hard about it, it makes her think of Yamatai. There are some pretty stark differences, but all the same. An isolated place where there was a very good chance she might not leave. She doesn't really think much about anything. She fights. She slips into shadows and stays quiet, until that doesn't work and her body aches, from running, from burying the axe into skin and muscles, pulling the bow string back. It's muscle memory. It's like fighting the Stornguard, with less tools at her disposal. She keeps going anyway, until one of the creatures grab as she yanks and there's a sickening, wrenching feeling followed by pain. She falls wrong, footing wrenched out from under her and it knocks the breathe out of her.

She can't move her right arm. That's a problem. She kicks herself free and runs. Hard to hide on a ship where the enemy is nearly omnipotent, but she manages, crawling into a vent that had been busted open, wedging her back against the solid metal and bracing herself. They could get her out, but it was going to take them a while. Carefully, painfully, she sends out a message on the MID.]

I could use a hand.

[warandpeace]

[The message that is returned is from Miller's address. A simple enough one.]

Where are you?

[He's acquired a stun gun and has his crutch which is useful in its own way. The found weapon works better than he'd expect. They don't like it, it at least puts some distance between himself and the creatures. And with four working limbs, he feels a little less helpless against these things.]

[He hates admitting when other people are right that he did need them. He was stubborn, wanted to be able to handle himself despite his losses. Supposed that he just didn't want a replacement to work as well as the original.]

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Deacon | mild nudity, violence, nekkid eyes | OTA

[ersatzeverything]

A. Decontamination

Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have gone scav diving in the biohazard box.

[He hadn’t, and he doesn’t understand why this decontamination is suddenly required now, when it hadn’t been on any prior trips back and forth. But, whatever. He’ll comply. Maybe he picked up a case of space lice from the prison cells.

Vest, shirt, shoes, all go in the bag.

He gives a small, awkward wave to whomever is sharing the transporter with him. Hi there. Just a normal day in space. Getting group naked. Nothing weird about this, right? It’s a good lie.

Trousers, underwear, wig, they all go in the bag, too.

He stands around, runs a hand over the red stubble on his head—gotta get that taken care of—and taps his fingers against his bare thigh, but the decontamination procedure doesn’t start.

Aw, hell, he has to take off his sunglasses. He removes those with more reluctance than any other piece of clothing. Squinting against the light, he keeps his chin tucked and eyes on the ground.]

B. Don’t Ever Leave

[Deacon, clothed and be-sunglassed again, sits on the edge of one of the many beds in the main area of Med Bay, swinging his legs back and forth like a restless ten-year-old.]

So, what’s the diagnosis? Will I live?

[aka “Can I head back over to the ghastly gulag and get back to poking at strange and potentially dangerous things and then do this decontamination thing all over again?”]

C. Fear Me, Love Me, Do As I Say

[When the mutants creep out of the shadows, they look distinctly unfriendly. He takes up his sniper rifle from where it was strapped to his back and aims. Fair’s fair, though, he gives them warning first, just in case they’re just lonely and confused creepy mutants, shuffling towards him because they want a hug. But they don’t stop, so he takes that as permission to open fire.

It has no effect. He starts to back up, reload, fire, reload again, until his back hits a walk. Fuck.

Hands at him, grabbing him. They’re holding his arm so he can’t get proper aim with his rifle. Swarming him and he goes down on the ground under a pile of squirming mutated flesh, dozens of them with their fingers pawing and grasping and trying to pull him away to god knows where.

Whoa, pal, I’m not that kind of a guy. You and your buddies haven’t even bought me drinks first.

[He’s terrified, but panicking won’t do anyone any good, so he'll babble stupidity instead. As far as possible last words go...they suck, but if these things kill him, he won't be around to care about his last words any more. His rifle is gone, dropped at some point in the struggle. He tries to elbow one of the prisoners in the face, but doesn’t seem to have much effect.]

c

[commontype]

[Eggsy hears Deacon before he sees him and for a moment, he's not entirely sure that he actually did hear someone from beneath all those swarming bodies. He's got a gun in his right hand, his left arm lifted and balled into a fist. The metal that they'd used to create the prosthetic was strong enough to do a lot of damage without breaking, and since he didn't feel anything from it anymore, it was actually something that helped him out a lot in a fight.

He wants to shoot the creatures, keep his distance but he's absolutely sure he hears someone now and he can't risk the bullets hitting them, so he swings. His fist comes down, again and again, and he starts pulling at the creatures, trying to give the person under all that nasty some room to get free.]

Push 'em off ya.

[He's drawing attention to himself now, and while he doesn't like that, it should help Deacon.]

leonard mccoy

[sickbays]

cargo bay.     ( 04.14 - 04.17 )

[ McCoy's been keeping tabs on Del Pascia, despite his insistence against visiting. A haunted prison with a creepy AI isn't his idea of fun, and since there were already plenty of hands heading down there to collect supplies, he figured his time was better spent up here, getting the lay of the land now that he's stuck here for an indefinite period of time.

Still, he couldn't help but worry. Which is why he ends up down in the cargo bay from time to time, meeting the crew members as they step out of the transporters. He steps forward and offers one of them a blanket. ]

Here. [ He gruffs and wraps the piece around their shoulders or waist without so much as an invitation. His eyes don't wander anywhere, though. Instead, he just huffs, ] Sure picked a helluva time to change protocol.

del pascia.     ( 04.27 - 04.28 )

[ Rescuing people from a horde of mutated prisoners isn't in his job description. But when it's all hands on deck, and they've got crew members trapped on the prison, he springs (reluctantly and with plenty of cursing) into action. His legs carry him as far into the facility as he's able, ducking into rooms and hallways every time he comes across the mutants.

His heart beats wildly as he waits for them to disperse, knowing that he wouldn't be able to take them if they tried to start something with him. He glances hesitantly around the corner, to make sure the coast is clear before he sprints off in the other direction.

Minutes start to feel like hours. He's not sure how much longer he can go, running like this without end. Once he's almost ready to give up, to find some place to hole up so he could catch his second wind, he finds someone. Someone that actually looks normal. He trots up to them with a heavy pant. ]

I hope you're a fast runner. [ He groans, reaching out to grip their arm. Yanking on it urgently once he hears the sounds of another horde coming toward them. Let's get the hell out of here. ]

Cargo Bay

[dust_of_life]

[Why the captains--in their infinite blunder--decided to make Fatima a field medic, she can't say. The extent of her knowledge of healing comes primarily from supernatural vitae and from a few medicinal herbs here and there. But she doesn't know a Vicodin from a Viagra.

Add to that all the attractive, naked bodies, and she's pretty much in hell.

Admittedly, it's a lesser hell than Zelien. But still. Ew. Serious ew.

She keeps her eyes downturned in the cargo bay, obeying various orders to hand out blankets or tranquilizers or whatever. When she overhears the young doctor's comment, she huffs out a soft, unamused laugh.]

Maybe it's a test.

Niko Bellic

[vengeance_driven]

☄ FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY
Nothing like the sound of crawling limbs in the morning, huh?

Niko was getting used to this shit, somehow. It had been freaky a year ago. Now? Just another day, just another walk. And the sad thing is? He's looking forward to it. The second he heard what was happening, he was ready to go back over there and help round up straggling crew.

The past month, quietly, internally, his self-loathing had built back up. It had reached a point where he needed to get it out. And it was always good when cannon fodder presented itself for venting that will for violence. All it took was a shift of thought, that he was going to fucking tear these pieces of shit off any crew member that he saw being attacked. He didn't give a damn. Yes, it would be risky, but he would be fucked if he watched any of his allies get into that kind of trouble.

He had a knife, a gun, and a few bottles of flammable liquid he'd collected from the cargo bay and a friendly neighborhood lighter so that he could make his own fun. He patrolled the corridor of the station slowly, wielding his carbine and a flashlight, looking for someone to join up with, or someone to save. Or something to wreck.


☄ DECONTAMINATION #2
He didn't leave until he'd at the very least cut off a lot of the progress out of those vents, freed whoever he could, went without sleep entirely too long.

But after one particularly unfortunate encounter, Niko had been left with gashes, claw marks, that they'd sank their fingers into. He'd loosely bandaged it, but after checking, discovered there wouldn't be much more he could do until they got back. Whatever it was, he was contaminated. They'd have to deal with it in the infirmary.

This left Niko standing there on the transport, using two hands to shield his business because the man had two-hands worth of job to hide there, and despite being built like a model in some adult magazine he wasn't what you'd call attractive in that moment. More like the escapee of a tense psychological horror film, the one that had climbed his way through pipes and tunnels and came out filthy and desperate for survival. He was slouching, sweating with an uncomfortable internal heat and chilled at the same time. His body was covered in several long, hastily bandaged wounds, some of them bleeding through the gauze. Those deep set eyes of his were ringed even darker for the fact he'd been awake too long.

If anyone reached out to help, offered, he would shake his head. Nothing that could be done until he got back. "So. You have a good time, too?" At least the piss poor pitiful condition he was left him without much of his usual bashfulness.


☄ General
For all other starter options.

Re: Fear me...

[cardboard_boss]

Snake had managed to shake off the zombie-prisoners chasing him and had ended up turning a corner in the corridor and noticing a shape up ahead. Another zombie prisoner? This guy was walking like a normal man though, not ambling half dead, possessed. It was dark so Venom couldn't see properly through the dim light, yet he still had his wits about him. Tranq gun in hand he slowly approached the figure. The guy had a knife and other useful items on him. The face Snake recognised as his room mate, Niko.

"You came prepared, huh? Never thought these things could stay alive so well."

[warandpeace]

☄ DECONTAMINATION #2
That first trip back when decontamination was announced, Miller immediately was filled with a sense of dread. He didn't want to be on the shuttle. Anywhere but there would have been fine. He knew how important quarantine was (oh did he ever). But he hated what this would mean.

In his youth he was a man that fought his commanding officer naked in front of their men, one that stood on tables and brandished his butt as if it were the most hilarious thing a drunken man could have access to, he even played those stupid drinking games where people passed a bottle in front of someone as if it were a censor bar. Nudity, in those days, had never been a problem. In a way it wasn't now. Not as most people would have had a problem with it.

But that was long before that day in the Afghan wilderness, that mist.

It always was in his mind. He thought of it at least once a day. The potent memories gave him nightmares and robbed him of sleep. Couldn't help it, when his body, his mind, constantly reminded him through shots and jolts of pain, through relentless aching. Miller despised feeling weak. Looking weak. And every time people saw him bared, all he could consider was that those things just took him apart and left him for the Reds to do what they wanted with him.

Kaz positioned himself behind people (knowing some of them would be too self-conscious to notice him, wrapped up in their own feelings of akwardness. He shed his clothes and handed them off, neatly folded despite needing them sterilized. But the worst part came when he had to take off the aviators, too. He wasn't just naked. The absence of the shades made it infinitely worse. People could actually see how uncomfortable and unhappy he was with the situation. With the sunglasses he could have hidden it.

He just found some corner to keep his eyes on, real hand resting over the prosthetic casually, fake, see through fingers fidgeting. The leg bothered him, too. Nothing he could do to hide that, though.


☄ FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY
Despite the ordeal it had been coming back to the ship, the moment Miller heard that some of the crew were in trouble, he went to join people on the transporter to head back. This time to be certain he could handle himself if worse came to worse, he brought his crutch. He still just had the stupid damn tranquilize pistol and a few lighter-grenades. Wouldn't do him much good.

He'd have to handle this by being inventive.

As soon as they got on the station, he was looking for people to search with (better off with a team in this case), and hunting for those people that were missing. Somehow it led him into an office, with the good fortune of happening across a light he could use in dark places. He turned it on and snapped it towards the shape of a person near him, hoping that it was crew.


☄ GENERAL
For all other starter options. Here and here is how he looks without his glasses, except his eyes are normal blue again.

[ersatzeverything]

Deacon was keeping his exposed eyes down, but he was still noticing things. He's always noticing things; paranoia did that to a person, eyes low but still flickering everywhere, constantly expecting an attack that, on the Moira at least, never came.

So he noticed Miller huddling in a corner covering his prosthetic and looking as miserable without his shades as Deacon felt without his. Having noticed, he opted to say something completely unrelated.

"Man, I guess this is what locker room showers used to be like. Only more water and...uh...probably less co-ed."

Liquid Snake

[saveyourserpent]

[A. GET CLEAN]

Liquid was incredibly pissed off about this whole decontamination thing, at least until he found out his clothes weren't just heading straight for the incinerator. Then he was only mildly miffed. As long as he got to keep his coat.

Only now he was standing there completely naked. He never liked wearing shirts... but he did kind of like wearing pants. Sure, he didn't mind showing off, but right here? Right now? When all he was planning to do was come back onto the ship?

"Never exactly planned to be an exhibitionist."

[B. STAY SICK]

"Don't tell me it's parasites," Liquid said, with a laugh that suggested some sort of inside joke.

Maybe he'd already had run-ins with suspicious contaminant sorts of things. But if it was something harmless, and the decontamination was taking care of it, then he wasn't going to pay it too much mind. He had things to gather. Some for the ship, but mostly for his own little stash of material to improvise some weapons out of. One knife wasn't enough.

Of course, going back to Del Pascia meant he had to deal with that annoying AI's blathering about how great the damn place was, but he was going to deal with it and make sure he could make himself a good set of weapons. You know, just in case.

Still, he might have been a bit curious about the contaminant itself.

[C. PUNISH YOUR HEAD]

The depths of Del Pascia were even spookier when a couple of mutated zombie things were dragging you around into them, apparently. Oh, Liquid had tried to fight back. Unfortunately he'd tried to fight back alone. Enough of these guys could drag even the strongest person back into the depths of the place.

The biggest problem was, Liquid was starting to think they had a point.

Or was he? Maybe he'd always thought that way.

No, he hadn't. This wasn't-- it-- no-- but they did, didn't they? A bit like back in the Middle East, except-- no, that was a bad thing. This was a bad thing.

This was a good thing?

And it was about that point that the (creatures? zombies? friends?) stopped dragging him and left him there where he was.

It might have been a few moments before he heard something, or a few hours. A few days. A few years. What did time matter here? He just had to wait until. Until. Until what? But there was a sound. There was.

He froze. Turned towards the sound. He barely even registered who it was as he stared, simply stayed silent until finally he spoke, voice a bit halting.

"Are you staying too?"

[D. WILDCARD]

[got other ideas? let's go!]

Re: Get clean

[cardboard_boss]

"Never took you to be one of those." Snake smirked slightly at their disposition. It had to be done though, right? Stripped naked of their contaminated clothes and forced to stand there behind one another or next to one another with hands over their dignity. It was rather awkward being next to your step-son in this position though.

"Maybe it's bed bugs."

closed to steve rogers & bucky barnes

[ventifact]

When Rey had decided to take one last trip to the Del Pascia, fighting for her life had not been on her to-do list.

In fact, the only thing she'd planned to do was do one last run to see if there was anything good left to salvage. The small generator she'd found on her first trip had been a gold mine in her eyes, and she'd only found better or comparable scrap since. Yes, reports of mutated beings had circled the Moira, and yes, she had seen one or two people come back injured, by Rey is smart. She knows better than to get caught.

Except she got caught.

While her lightsaber would have been a much more effective weapon, Rey instead holds her staff in her hands, using it to smack away her assailants. They keep chanting at her, telling her she could be happy here, and it's almost driving her insane. She's panting, arms shaking with effort and fear. She doesn't remember which way is out. She feels like she's been here forever. "Get away from me!" Her voice is a raw scream, and she hits one of the creature's hands so hard she hears it break.

But a moment later, it isn't flopping around uselessly. It's a whole hand again. Her stomach drops, and she bites her tongue to stifle her next scream until she tastes blood.

[abide]

The low thrum of the things in the prison is enough to cut through anyone, and as much as Steve wants to consider them people, it's impossible when they swarm forward and surround with a single, clear purpose. He'd only gone back himself with one thing on his mind and Bucky at his side, though he doesn't know if it's a good place for Bucky to be after what had happened the first time they'd visited a cell block. Still, he tries to keep it objective, and they work well together, perfectly as if nothing had come between them. There are a countless number of the crew they save, watching the last few escape down a corridor toward the transporters when he picks up on that scream.

He gives Bucky a look and turns, using the shield as a deflective to knock back several of the things trying to crowd them again. They don't really stay injured, only stunned. Steve uses that as an advantage, slamming his boot into the chest of one and catching another in the throat with his fist. Fighting through them is like wading into thick mud, slow and almost maddening, but he makes it to her, pushes hard to force them away and give them some space.

"This way!" A tilt of his head in Bucky's direction, and he smashes one trying to reach out for her right in the face with his shield. "Run. I'll cover you."

Tailgate | Open

[daintylegs]

DECONTAMINATION #2

But I don't even wear clothes!

[Tailgate complains, having transformed into car mode in protest to things. Being sprayed with chemicals has him feeling cross. All of this feels very unfair, and like something that concerns organics more than him. Still, as much of a trouble-maker as he can be, Tailgate does follow orders if they're outright given to him.

The blue and white car (the size of a Volkswagen beetle) beeps its horn miserably at this hold-up. Truthfully, Tailgate's not having a terribly bad time, he just feels like complaining about something. It must have something to do with all the suddenly naked organics that surround him. He's not sure why, but there's something very weird-looking about it, and it makes him mildly uncomfortable.]

...Huh...

[As he looks around him at the various naked human and alien bodies, he begins to wonder at the differences he's seeing. That, of course, will be something worth talking about.]

DON'T EVER LEAVE

[The station was even spookier now than it was before. It doesn't help that the AI (ew) keeps trying to talk to him, and he finds it deeply unnerving. He's not honestly sure whey he even went back. After the thing with the decontamination, he should have lost his taste in adventure. At least for the moment.

Ah, whatever. There's still things to loot and people to talk to. Tailgate continues to explore.]

FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY

[This really should have been expected, Tailgate thinks as he races down the hallways in his alt-mode. After all, this is exactly the kind of thing that would happen aboard the Lost Light. The difference here is that Tailgate doesn't have anyone around to swoop in and save him from the hoard of zombie-creatures that were chasing him.

The mutations seem to be very organic, and yet Tailgate feels, deep inside, that maybe he doesn't want to wait and see if they can do any actual damage to him. There's also the fact that he doesn't want to hurt them, despite how hideous they are. He is an Autobot, after all. But the more he drives, the more the AI speaks, and he hates it very much. He doesn't need to be brainwashed, thanks!

Things seem to be going pretty well. Just a little further and maybe...

WHAM!

Tailgate lets out a shriek as he accidentally mows right into mutant standing right in his path. The creature bounces off his bumper and out of sight, but Tailgate goes careening out of control before hitting a wall with considerable force. This causes the wall and ceiling to collapse in on himself and he finds himself trapped under the debris. He spins his wheels hopelessly and even tries frantically to transform, but to no avail. He is pinned down and going nowhere, and the monsters were very quickly approaching.]

Someone! Help!

[He cries, hoping beyond hope that maybe someone out there will hear him...]

nick gant | ota

[pushed]

DECONTAMINATION #2 ( 04.14 - 04.17 )

You're kidding.

[Because "decontamination" sounds like a joke that Cassie would make about him after another shift. But then the hazmat bags appear, and Nick sighs before he starts removing one article of clothing at a time.

Boxers or briefs? The answer to that would be boxers, before he removes those too. He doesn't bother looking around too much, regardless of who he's with. Being de-loused in space around a bunch of strangers isn't exactly a sexy thing.]

As long as I don't have to shave anything.

FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY ( 04.24 - 04.28 )

[He tries to run at first. Avoiding mindless ugly thugs is something Nick developed a talent for. But Nick doesn't owe these guys money, and all they want is him. He runs into them wherever he goes, until things finally start getting a little crowded. A group of them rushes him, trying to cling to his arms and legs.]

Get off me, goddamn freaks!

[Nick pushes one away from him, and another mutant just takes its place. He grits his teeth, freeing one of his arms to hold his hand up. Two of the prisoners go flying, slamming into the wall several feet away.]

Hey! [He shouts, turning his head to look down the nearest corridor.] Hey, can anyone hear me!

Re: Fear me...

[cardboard_boss]

[Venom could hear the shouts further down the corridor, as he came running to the man's aid. He was overcome with the mutated prisoners. Shit. They were all over him. Snake noticed the guy's face; the guy who cleaned the toilets.]

Get off of him!

[Snake kicked and punched at the nearest prisoner, then peformed CQC on the next, snapping one of the necks with a sharp snap. He felt clawing hands on his legs, as he slammed another to the ground then slamming his prosthetic hand into it's face silencing it.]

Come on, let's get you out of this area. More might come back. [He nodded to the man and hoped he was ok.]

You're the toilet cleaner guy I spoke to before, right?

[ex_forcechoke292]

FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY

[There is no part of this that doesn't feel like a threat. "Bad feelings" abound, and of course, it would figure, they'd been right all along. Perhaps not in the same way, not to the same assumption, but bad is bad, and in that, the particulars don't matter.

Not when those words, strengthening as the former prisoners advance and grow in number, echo so many things Anakin knows he's supposed to ignore. They're ludicrous, otherwise he wouldn't be taking a step back for every advancing step forward, but he can't help but wonder if it's right.

Luckily, he's not alone in witnessing this approach, this ridiculous and alluring offer of peace, and it bolsters just enough bravado that it cuts through the force of their words.]

I really hate to say it, but happiness is not something I'm feeling right now.

fears you, loves you, is bad at following directions.

[t65]

[Anakin may hear yelling in a familiar voice down the hall.] Hey- hey, no, I really don't- excuse me! [Around the corner, Luke may, maybe, be trying to reason with the mutant hoard.]

[Luke doesn't have a lightsaber, or a blaster, or even a full pair of hands. More importantly, though, is how he doesn't want to hurt them. They stepped forward, he backed away, until he hit a wall and they grabbed him.]

You can be happy here, [They moan as they drag him away.]

I really doubt that! [He yelps in return, squirming to escape grips that are much stronger than they should be.]

[sturmunddrang]

D.ON'T E.VER L.EAVE

[Gellert may not exactly be proficient when it comes to traditional medicine, but the call and warning of a medical anomaly is too tempting to ignore. The fact that whatever this is--whatever it will be--is something he carries as well is not lost on him, but if he can discover the source, and even better, harness it, he's hardly about to play that out on himself.

If this is a health hazard worth mentioning, it's a risk. But if someone else can jump the precipice for him...well.

Thus, when he's in the medbay, examining, it's more a few wand pokes and noting down anything abnormal (nothing obvious, of course; that would be far too easy) than it is anything traditionally medical.

He is absolutely qualified for this.]

[diamondslap]

[this entire situation is awfully inconvenient. aurelia likes shooting things, but it's no fun when they get back up and mob her.

she's come back to the medibay with several gashes. nothing life threatening, but annoying nonetheless. gellert is the first she sees - poking at the equipment - medic? stupid or not, maybe she can get something out of him. aurelia slings her sniper up onto her back and decides to maybe not be guns akimbo for this particular meeting.]

Hello. [she's outwardly amicable when she approaches him, despite being blood spattered.] Do you know where the pain killers are? I'm not quite finished for the day.

Wanda Maximoff | OTA | cw: violence

[seeingscarlet]

I. FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY
[In hindsight, she is not in the best mental place for this, but it isn't as if they have much choice.

It's almost too easy to bend the scarlet to destruction, to twist and rend metal and bind flesh to her will. Wanda can't overpower the hivemind, not from here, but D-E-L can't touch her either. All it's done is give her an outlet for the whirlwind of emotions she's felt since Peter ended up in the medbay. After all, the prisoners won't stop unless Wanda is rougher than she would normally want to be; she's only ever tried to break bones once before, on Emiri, for Steve's sake.

Now it seems to be the only way to make the things stop.

And all the while, D-E-L is talking to her, trying to convince her to give up, that she can be happy again here. That she can be safe.

Wanda is having exactly none of that if that last blast is any indication - it bounces between several prisoners, knocking them over and scorching them at the points of contact.

You can find her fighting her way through the mindless hordes or perhaps ripping a door open to get to trapped crewmates.]

II. WILDCARD
[Choose your own adventure! Note that Wanda won't be actually on Del Pascia before zombietimes due to Peter being dumb but she might be one of the people handing out blankets or clothes.]

I

[hellsbel]

[in hindsight, staying back to throw the door shut -- or try to -- hadn't been Bel's best move. it had been the only move, though, the only way for the others to get through the next corridor without being swarmed, and it would have worked if there hadn't been ten of the undead on the other side to push--

go, I'm right behind you! still believing it, thrashing against the clutching hands, hand-to-hand training and a viciousness born of terror just not enough in the face of D.E.L.'s numbers -- one foot free, one hand free, just for moments before being grabbed again. and they couldn't scream, because if someone heard and turned back to help the horde would get them too. couldn't scream at the sagging, distorted faces, vestigial arms, strobing single-voiced multitude promising peace in assimilation as they pull the former captain through the door, every step another fight, and oh, it's silent, but it's a scream all the same. I won't, I can't, no, NO--!]

Bel Thorne || ota

[hellsbel]

chilly down chilly down || transporters; cargo bay || obvs cws for nudity

...Shit. [frowns, tense, as the MID message winks out. "decontamination," no explanation -- what have they picked up down there? what is it? how bad is it? if everyone's skin melts off before the transporter lands, Bel will be filing a complaint.

surveys the others' faces as the sealed ship touches down, partly to see who might need reassurance, partly to see if anyone's about to keel over and die. bemused, though, as the procedure is explained, and rises from the transporter seat to methodically peel off uniform, thermals, and non-regulation lacy lingerie with the unconcern of someone from a planet with no nudity taboos. if anyone here doesn't use Nomo Deck's communal bathing arrangements, they now know what someone born with two complementary sets of genitals looks like.]

I hope these aren't getting burned. Some of the few good things to come out of Emiri....

[once clothed again, Bel's next stop will be medbay. because so many questions. for which, sadly, there are no answers at all.]



it's only forever || mess hall

[one teacup does not a tea-set make, but by mid-afternoon after a long day downside, it doesn't bother Bel as much as usual to use plain galley glasses instead, setting one out for anybody who might join. a stock of loose-leaf alien tea, obtained from the prison's personnel wing and thoroughly scanned for contaminants, brews in the kitchen. it doesn't smell half bad.

but between the murder trials and D.E.L.'s unexpected vocal streak, it's a troubled Betan doing the pouring. stay, it will be good, you will be cared for, I would be so pleased... the terms are familiar, the associations disturbing. even if Bel can think of several crewpeople who might be better left behind.....

hence the tea. warm, soothing, comfort in near-familiarity. catches your eye and waves you over -- you look like you could use a break.]



where nothing ever hurts again || del pascia

[expected something. didn't expect this.

it'd do any zombie movie proud, the way they stagger along in unison, the creepy stereo overlay of their single voice, bloody and twisted. but aiming for vital organs does nothing, cutting off limbs does nothing -- they're not supposed to be able to reattach them -- isn't there any way to make them stay down? and Bel's little salvage party is deep in the station already, cut off from the transports. these creatures, the hideously exploited remnants of people who'd loved and hated and transgressed and endured -- they don't slow, they don't tire and eventually....]

Rec area. [panting, a metal panel serving as shield and machete -- not enough....] We need to get to where there's furniture. Block them out till help comes.



dance magic dance || wildcard

[anywhere, anywhen!]

only forever, hey roomie

[saveyourserpent]

[All Liquid really wanted to do was get off the ship and collect some things, since there was a convenient place for it. Now that AI's going on and on about how everyone should stay here. He doesn't believe in any of it, and yet... Well, it wouldn't be the first time someone started sounding convincing about things he didn't particularly believe in.

So yeah, a break would be just the thing Liquid needs, he's pretty sure. So when he sees one of his roommates waving him over, it seems like just the opportunity to sit down and chill out.

He's never even really been much of a fan of tea, something that was occasionally met with derision from some people he worked with when he'd headed back to England, but he'll drink it on occasion. And right now seems like one of those occasions. He heads over, arms crossed.]

Looks like I'm just in time.

Starflight | OTA

[petrifiedshadow]

I. Decontamination

Starflight was waiting on the flight deck along with one of the crates of uniforms he had dragged from the cargo bay. It hadn't occurred to him the returning crew members would probably need shoes or anything else. But he was here ready to help. His claws tapped on the edge of the crate while he waited for the transporter doors to open. He had to admit he was just a little bit curious, but mostly he just hoped no one had gotten hurt.

II. Fear Me, Love Me, Do as I Say

Starflight hadn't been on the station before, and from the looks of things that had been one of the smartest decisions he had ever made. He'd waited inside the Moira watching for returning crew members, but there were still too many people outside. It had taken every scrap of courage he had to join the rescue effort.

Starflight was stalking carefully through the halls, eyes darting toward any movement, any shift in the light. Every sound made him flinch. His jaw was clenched tight with fear as the machine in the station tried to coax him into staying. Not in a hundred years.

His nose was raised to the air as he tried sniffing out the other crewmembers, trying not to gag from the overpowering smell of dust and rot. He listened carefully for any sound as well, though with how hard his heart was pounding in his ears he wasn't sure he would hear anything.

II

[dragonspride]

It probably wasn't hard to smell Kain, since there was a good amount of smoke, fire, and smouldering rotting zombie hanging in the air around him; he's only wearing his thermals, and as soon as the door is opening there's fire formed around his claws and smoke and sparks on his breath before he sees that it's not more of the zombies.

The fire and sparks cut out and he actually looks dumbfounded.

"...Are you from the ship?"

Papyrus | OTA!

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

A - Decontamination
[Thank god for Rosethorn's patient explanation of diseases and burning things to stop their spread - Papyrus is aware of how illnesses work, but as a skeleton he's never worried too much about catching or contaminating anything. He still puts up a faint protest, he likes his clothes, but in the end he complies.

Once the transporter is cleared of gas, he peeks out, only his skull and one bony shoulder visible.]

Hello there! Would you mind passing me that blanket? It appears my uniform is no longer suitable for wear!

B - Fear Me, Love Me, Do As I Say
[Contamination or no contamination, there didn't seem to be much else to do besides try to find some more useful salvage. DEL has spoken to Papyrus, made him the offer to stay, but he's been politely turning them down. After all, he could never look out for his brother if he stayed, or hang out with his cool new friends, or meet any more of the new people who seemed to drop in every few weeks or so.

The horrific appearance of the crew, when they show up, doesn't bother him too much. They look like monsters, and in his opinion that's a perfectly fine thing to be! It's only when they start to speak as one that he looks a bit spooked.]

Er... no, thank you, as I said before! I'm quite happy on the Moira! In fact... I probably should...

[You can be happy, they intone. Your brother can be happy. We can save you both.]

Nonsense! Sans is happy, and so am I!

[Members of the crowd pull on his arms and tell him not to struggle, and with one final backwards glance he takes a step in their direction.]

I suppose I could visit for just a moment if you're really that intent on hanging out, but then I really do have to get back! I have duties, you know...

B. (for the love of god Papyrus...)

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton, has, by this point, become very put-off by the ghost crew. He started as a ghost. He knew ghosts. He would smooch any other ghost.

But not these ghosts. They looked very unsettling, and acted the part too. Rather than a monster ghost, these reminded Mettaton of scary stories he'd found in Alphys' library of "human history" from the garbage dump. Unnatural and something to be avoided. Much like those strange things in her lower laboratory...

Besides, who would actually listen to such a strange hive-mind of mutated creatures trying to convince you to stay in an abandoned prison?!

...Apparently, Mettaton finds, his new acquaintance is the sort of fellow to be convinced. For while he was trying to avoid his own set of unsettling ghosties, he had now stumbled across Papyrus going with them?? Is he crazy?!]

Ah. Papyrus dear, you probably shouldn't, actually. I don't think those people mean well.

[Mettaton keeps his distance for now, and to that end, he does seem quite flustered. Hardly the appearance a star like him usually expressed.

Why did he have to volunteer for this?! WHY DID HE HAVE TO MEET THE ONLY MONSTER IN THE WORLD WHO DIDN'T KNOW THE MEANING OF "STRANGER DANGER"?]

closed to Bellamy Blake

[deal]

In retrospect, coming back to the prison was a bad choice. The decontamination process hadn't really phased her, since she had been through something similar back home, and it was after threatening the people nearest her with a knife to the eye that she went along her way. Even with the warning that having to be decontaminated gave her, it didn't stop Cassandra from making her way back one last time, attempting to gather a last batch of supplies.

The noises she heard all the previous times seemed to be even more present and frequent this time around, leaving her on edge. Which, looking back, should've told her to run. Instead she fought as the prisoners showed themselves, repulsive and reminding her too much of the Z's for comfort. As they droned on about being safe and happy here, she pulled out her knife and fought her way through the crowd. It was the AI system's voice chiming in to say that she's suffered so much and if she just cooperated, she wouldn't any longer that distracted her enough that she was grabbed. She instantly went into survival mode, attempting to stab and kick the shit out of whoever was dragging her deeper into the prison. She managed to bring a few down, but it seemed like no matter how many she did, more just rose in their place to carry her against her will. In the scuffle, her knife managed to be dropped, and she cursed loudly as she lost the one advantage she had in the situation.

"Let go of me!"

For anyone near the center of the prison, Cassandra's panicked voice is easily able to be heard. It's clear she's struggling with something by the sound of her voice, as well as the telltale sounds of the soles of shoes being drug roughly across the floor. She's not about to give up fighting to save herself, but her small size and lack of a weapon makes actually attacking these zombie prisoners very effective. She's used to having to aim for the head with something sharp to bring Z's down, but these things aren't interested in eating her. They're bringing her somewhere, with the purpose of keeping her around. The idea scares the hell out of her, but she's not about to shout out for help. She's just going to put up as much of a fight as possible in hope that she can free herself and get the hell out of there.

[anarchos]

The decontamination set off even more red flags about the whole situation, because even without answers, it means the risk is there; it also reminds him of Mount Weather and makes the whole process harder than anticipated to go through, even without the chains. He stops making frequent trips, going over to Del Pascia only once a day if that.

But not even the echoes of Mount Weather keep him away as much when the situation escalates. Even if the captain hadn't asked, Bellamy thinks he'd have gone over to do what he could.

He feels like he should be more unnerved by the decrepit bodies, but first and foremost it kicks in his adrenaline. Doubly so when he hears actual voices - including familiar ones. Bellamy moves instantly towards the sound of Cassandra's voice, gun out and ready. If he moves a little faster than usual, it's unnoticed, but undoubtedly because he knows her.

The creatures are dragging her off to hell knows where, and a quick looks shows she's lost her weapon in the struggle. There isn't much debate in his next step. He shoots one of the draggers in the head without hesitation, and it goes down, loosening the grip and maybe making her fight a little bit easier, at least until another decides to take it's place. They seem to have a pretty clear goal in mind here.

Rail | ota

[detonatable]

[Fighting prisoners]

[Rail wasn't sure about coming back here. But between here and being shuffled onto a ship she didn't want to be on, she didn't really have a lot of good options. The scavenging started off easy enough, though there wasn't really much left that appealed to her.

The approaching prisoners causes her to back away when she sees them shuffling towards her. The calming voice from D-E-L, telling them all to stay here, was creepy on its own. But when the first mutated prisoner reaches out for her arm, she moves to grab a bomb out of her pocket.

But she's not armed.

A hand grabs her arm with a firm grip, another prisoner reaches for her shoulder. She tries jerking away, but she's not much older than 12. Even as much as she twists and kicks, it doesn't faze the at all.]

Get off!

[Captured.]

[And at some point, she gets too overwhelmed to keep fighting and escaping. The prisoners that catch her don't seem to be interested in trying to hurt or kill her, but that doesn't offer much reassurance. Despite struggling, she can't get away and eventually they take her into an empty room before pushing her in. They close the door on her as she tries to turn and lunge out, and any hopes for an easy escape disappear when she hears a click.

As she scans the room, her heart sinks in quiet terror when she realizes where they left her.

An abandoned lab. Not as clean or sterile as the one she remembers, but the tools and tables laid out were no different. Greeting her like an old friend. Her back bumps up against the door as she tries to put as much distance between herself and the lab table as possible.

No no no, no please...

She can't call out, she's too afraid to even try moving. But she turns slowly and starts to frantically pound on the door.]

[0classhunter]

[For all the pounding she was doing, eventually there would be a different noise that overtook it. It was quick and sharp, the sound of steel on flesh and bone, followed by groans stifled through the door. It wasn't very apparent what was going on until a voice came through the other side, firm and brimming with authority, not at all like the dull monotone of the zombies that had imprisoned her.]

Step back.

[Short, sweet, and to the point. Once Rail was a distance away, the handle of the door began to glow white hot for all of a second before a beam of energy tore through, only to vanish just as quickly.

A moment later and the door was open, revealing a tall man with blonde hair and red armor, the hilt of some strange in one hand and a metal pipe in the other. Behind him could be seen at least one of the zombified beings that had locked Rail in here in the first place now lying face first on the floor. The man gave the young girl a look over before speaking again, once he'd ascertained that she was more or less unharmed.]

You're with the Moria's crew, right? We need to get out of here, now.

miles vorkosigan

[forwardmomentum]

closed to lois

[forwardmomentum]

[ one might question the wisdom of miles jumping onto the spooky prison ship so soon after his recovery, but hell if he isn't stir crazy by now. the place is turning out about as creepy as every other place they've been, which is about what expected, and besides, there's actual work to be done. he likes feeling productive.

he thought he and clark were being plenty productive, but the strange sounds all around them are getting unnerving all the time, and clark asks miles to go track down lois, make sure she's alright. miles knows clark can handle things alone for now, and he heads out toward the infirmary section clark pointed him to -- how clark knows where to find lois, miles isn't sure. x-ray vision, or something. hell if he knows; he didn't bother asking, because clark seemed concerned enough and miles can always ask later.

he really doesn't like that constant surveillance deal that's obviously going on on del pascia; he knows DEL's cameras are watching, following him, and it's not as though he's not used to being watched, but at least imperial security is a little more subtle about it. the least the damn thing could do is provide a map, at least; the prison ship is huge, and miles is uncomfortably reminded of a few unpleasant experiences of his own.

unfortunately, miles doesn't have x-ray vision of his own, so once he gets down to the deck clark had directed him to, he's got to find the infirmary on his own. he's been meaning to get into one of those at some point. he meanders down the hall, looking around as he calls for lois, and wonders if it's occurred to clark that this'll be the first time miles and lois have met. ]

Lois? Lois Lane? Are you down here?

riptide / mild gore cw

[knaval]

a. decontaminotion

Riptide is annoyed with D-E-L. Riptide is annoyed with Tarn. Riptide is annoyed with life.

The decontamination wasn't really that much of an inconvenience to him, but he's in a bad mood. He decides he's going to be difficult.

Anyone worried about the potential awkwardness that comes with being stripped down among fellow crew members may enjoy the very loud interruption of Riptide transforming. In full hissy fit mode, there's a few seconds of metal whirring and clanking as he changes shape.

That sure is a very large, very disgruntled blue boat sitting in the middle of the cargo bay all of a sudden.

b. things that go splatter in the night

"Don't make me do this... c'mon..." Riptide groans uncomfortably. "I'm not-- seriously! Don't!" He holds his hands up and backs away from the small crowd of Del Pascia inhabitants, much like he did on Emiri.

Unfortunately, Riptide feels like he's going to have to take a measure he didn't previously.

He crouches down to try and push them away one last time. Riptide really doesn't want to resort to-- several of them grab his hand. They're comically small next to his fingers and he can barely even feel it, but he's worried for what they'd do to the crew members that aren't lucky enough to be 30ft tall, and he's already heard the broadcasts.

One horde of creepy people eaters is enough, honestly. Riptide curls his hand into a fist then rams it into the wall, leaving a large dent and a fair amount of blood and bone. He doesn't check to make sure he got them all; just grimaces and stands up straight. This one is going right into the don't think or talk about file.

[amourtician]

Jay's in the cargo bay checking out the loot everyone else is bringing back. He absolutely, one hundred percent does not expect a giant metal golem to turn into a boat. When it happens, he drops the X-ray machine part he was examining, shrieks loudly enough for it to echo around the bay and then, just to underline the point, yells, "what the bloody fuck is going on?!"

He was just getting used to the idea that some of the crew are made of metal, as tall as buildings and apparently golems. This? This is something totally fucking new.

aurelia / nudity cw

[diamondslap]

a. unbecoming (naked people are funny)

[normally, aurelia wouldn't be seen dead in even casual wear around strangers, let alone entirely undressed.

she does, however, want to get back onto the ship. things need a-shootin', and aurelia needs an ammo pack. if anyone is gonna keep whatever dignity she doesn't think she lost on elpis while around other naked people, it's going to be aurelia. she daintily folds her clothes up into the bag, puts it in the appropriate spot (though she hasn't parted ways with her diamond choker and diadem. or her pistol, but it's best not to ask where all these went) and crosses her arms over her chest.]

Look at me and I'll punch you in the throat.

[ironically, saying anything would probably get people to look her way. maybe she just wants to punch someone in the throat.]

b. there's no party like a hammerlock party because a hammerlock party involves killing hundreds of living things

[mercifully fully clothed, aurelia is back to doing what she does best: murder.

her diadem flies down one of the corridors at a small group of the prisoners, accompanied by aurelia cheerfully shouting] Good morning darlings! I'm going to kill you all and take your AI!

[predictably, a few seconds later she's firing her sniper at them, scoring several head and limb shots.

what she hasn't noticed, just yet, is the healing. maybe when the ones that have been frozen thaw out, or the ones with most of their heads blown off get back up...]

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate is, unfortunately, a car, and therefore has no throat to punch. So he feels confident enough to strike up a conversation.]

Well, that's not a very nice thing to say.

[Tailgate scolds her lightly.]

Boy, not having clothes makes you humans very crabby.

Nihlus Kryik | OTA | Warning for Gore and Nudity

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Grumpy Alien Strip Show

Arriving at the Del Pascia’s docks to see the decon procedures had changed so drastically made Nihlus flatten his mandibles against his jaw.

There'd been no signs of dangerous airborne or settled contaminants when he'd scanned the place before starting scavenging operations. Which didn't mean it wasn't possible there hadn’t been contaminants, the Spectre-grade sensory suit that his omni-tool came equipped with was still more limited than a full lab.

But why hadn’t the contaminants been detected sooner?

He’s potentially been exposed for a week and half now, working on bringing scrap back to the Moira. There’s a long list of things that’d need to be double checked for contamination once he was back onboard.

Nihlus takes a long few seconds to just… stand there, looking generally displeased about the current state of affairs. It’s a longer while still before he finally moves to start unlocking the clasps on his armor.

It’s been a stressful month and they’re barely even halfway through it.


Set Fire to Your Problems

He doesn’t come back to Del Pascia until the emergency call goes out.

The heat warning was beginning to flash in the corner of his HUD, but he’s already emerging from the room, trailing smoke and sizzling gore. There were still moving forms in the flames when he turns around to wrench the door shut. Charred hands reach towards him, burning faces gurgling and gasping sounds that should have been promises but their voice boxes were eaten away by the searingly hot air.

A deafening CLANG of metal on metal cuts them off and Nihlus stares at the handle for moment before welding it shut.

This was turning out to be a very stressful month, but at least everything was on fire now.

FIRE

[knaval]

"Wow, okay, that's... that's one way of doing it. Creepy, but it works." Riptide notes. He's starting to wonder why his immediate reaction is to go towards screaming.

He crouches down, cocking his head at Nihlus.

"Uh. Are you okay?"

[backsassin]

a. naked is a state of mind | transporter docked in cargo bay
[Well, this is… interesting. Zam will glance over at her fellow passenger(s) after reading the message on her own MID, checking to see if they got the same one. If they make eye contact with her, she’ll shrug.]

Might as well get it over with, right?

[Saying this, she’ll start to shed her uniform and then her thermals underneath, only to reveal… another set of thermals? It certainly looks like it: the skintight black material looks almost exactly the same. Yet Zam doesn’t comment on it at all as she places her discarded clothes in the hazardous waste bags at the front of the transporter. She glances back at her companion(s).]

Well? I don’t think they’re going to let us off until we’ve both stripped. [A smirk.] Don’t make me the odd one out here.

b. love me or leave me, but try not to need me | del pascia
[Man, this really is the Bando Gora all over again, isn’t it? Except the Bando Gora tended to stay down after Zam shot them and these guys very clearly aren’t. More hands-on attacks hadn’t done much either besides occasionally slow one of them down, and since there’s a lot of them, that doesn’t do Zam much good either.

Time to go on the defense then. Fortunately, as a former Mabari knight, defense happened to form the bulk of her formal training. Add some very informal shapeshifting techniques (try pinning someone when they can dislocate any joint at will), and the prisoners are having an extremely difficult time dragging her anywhere, especially since they’re seemingly unwilling to actually hurt her.

Zam manages to break away from another group of them, just in time to almost physically collide with one of her crewmates. She jumps back, processes that she’s looking at a sentient being and not another mindless drone, and a smile breaks over her face. She looks a bit breathless, but otherwise unharmed.]

Having fun?

a

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon pauses and stares behind his sunglasses, hands frozen on the buttons of his shirt.]

That's awesome. Can you do other clothes, too?

[He's seen Zam change their face on the network once, but didn't know it extended to clothing. It totally is the best superpower ever. If he were picking out a superpower, that is totally what he'd pick. Or maybe invisibility.]