( 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.

Comments

[diamondslap]

The beasties darling, not the crew.

[she rolls her eyes wearily. like this is an argument she has frequently.]

Is that a yes or a no? Be thankful I'm in a tolerant mood.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Shepard earns herself a mysterious glance and a coy little slant of a mandible. Like she would know if anything got him going: playing keep away with the sexy bits was a proud and long standing Turian tradition.

That said, council politicking was pretty much the opposite of arousing.

"You two are so different," he says instead of answering that, shrugging his thermals off and revealing the broad, tattooed expanse of his dark shoulders. "Your other looked ready to blast herself out the nearest airlock when I called another Turian 'cute'."

That IS a nice waist, though.

[keelahselai]

She pauses for a second...then takes the medi-gel, popping it open one-handed and starting to apply it to her side through the tear in her suit. There's an instant relief and tension visibly starts to leave her. "Thanks." She takes a deep breath, applies the rest to her arm and finally somewhat relaxes. She hadn't realised just how tense with pain she had been up to now. "I missed having this."

She'd forgotten what it was like to have such a convenient thing to hand all the time. The CDC had given them a tiny, limited supply of something similar, but refills were so rare it was best to just wait until you reached medical.

Nihlus's words make her movements stutter in the middle of pulling the suit forward and off over her arm. "Contaminated how?" Her voice is carefully neutral, but her movements are still slightly more jerky as she frees her arm from the suit, leaving her naked almost to the waist. Without the suit, the black tendril-like Ploiatos scarring from neck to shoulder stands out vividly from her skin, clearly distinct from the natural markings also running down her back and throat. At this point, Tali's used to ignoring the scars.

"What have you heard?"

[amourtician]

[ Jay's breathing's shallow. Sweat beads on his brow. But he comes to with remarkable speed.

He doesn't sit up. He opens one eye, peers at Sans and then immediately slams the eyelid down again. ]

You must be a Spirit.

[ A hell of a powerful one, too. Jay sounds frightened. Frightened and ... fascinated? Well. To each his own. ]

[gainedlove]

[...?]

Humans're stronger than monsters. They just don't got all the stuff to get sick the same way. [Like duh, doesn't everyone know that? (No, Frisk.)] 'M glad Mom is there, though! I missed cookin' with her and makin' pies an' stuff!

[Frisk beams at the news of more tea like this, and takes another careful sip before replying. It really does feel good in their throat right now.] Yeah, it's really good! I wish we could get golden flower tea, though. I like that a lot.

[hellsbel]

I was always told monsters were stronger, when I was your age. You know... [grins] I think some of those people never even met a monster.~

[pets their hair; this little light-boned creature speaking with such perfect conviction.... it's the kind of strength that makes anything possible.]

I'm glad you and your mother found each other. She's a good woman. -- Golden flower tea? What's that like? [it's not buttercups, that's for sure.]

[gainedlove]

"Mettaton, we gotta try! I can't just--hey!" Frisk yelps and squirms when Mettaton grabs them and hauls them up, but determination or not they're still only a child. One of the prisoners stumbles back to their feet, reaching for the pair.

"Stay..."

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Tired?

Nihlus grabs onto the white thing as instructed and carefully makes sure nothing of his was anywhere near Riptide's shoulder joint. He liked having all of his limbs very, very intact.

"Thank you," he says again, a little less stilted this time. "You seem to have this routine down pretty pat. Do you usually carry smaller people around on your shoulders?"

[skelepun]

Dunno what you mean. [He releases his grip on J, retreating his hand to his pocket and wearing the same neutral grin as always.] I'm a monster, kid.

And you're looking a little light headed. Maybe you oughta take a seat?

[mttbrandlegs]

"Not on your life," Mettaton grumbles, though it's not clear whether he's addressing Frisk or the prisoner trying to get them to stay here. With Frisk in tow, he beats a hasty retreat out of danger. A real hasty one for a guy in heels, but hey. By this point he's had tons of practice, what's a sprint matter?

"Darling, do you even know what the meaning of 'tactical retreat' is?" he chided as he ran, side-eying Frisk as if they were the most irresponsible person in the world.

that's okay!!! in return, forgive my icon rearrange for shifting to the wrong one lol

[mttbrandlegs]

[The whole arm thing might have put him off if Mettaton hadn't already seen some weird shit in his life. Then again, he'll probably ask how a small human like Robin would ever have been able to harness such potent magic at her age, as well as where she learned to be so, ah...graphic with her powers.

For now though, he's content to let Robin out before pulling his arm away double-quick to let the door slam shut. Letting out a huffing sigh, he examines the arm he'd used to hold open the door, checking for any external damage.]

You are very welcome, darling. I'm not the sort of robot to leave a fellow crewmate behind!! It would be in bad taste.

[He offers the child a smile, though from the way his lip twitches at the edge, he's a bit stressed. Not because of her, no. Just...all of this.]

Shall we make a more sound retreat~?

[ventifact]

[Rey shifts her weight again. She doesn't know how she feels about being trained by someone other than Luke. That was her destiny, the only way to learn--that's what the General had said. But the General also didn't know that Rey would be sucked into another dimension and find the wrong Luke Skywalker. So maybe some exceptions are alright.]

Before the Empire? He must be old.

[braceforimpact]

....that was interesting.

Very interesting, in fact.

Kaworu begins walking behind them again--but this time, he follows closer, the distance between them only just enough to avoid walking right up on their heels.

"...you know, before, you didn't want to talk to me at all." Did you think he didn't notice that, Chara? Because he did. He just didn't know what to do about it. At all.

But now--

"Why do you care so much about what I do suddenly?

[notpatsy]

[ She really is quite happy that it doesn't take more than that. ]

Maybe I should tie you to it to make sure you stay put.

[skatebird]

[ Fushimi had said the same thing to him when he'd first arrived, word-for-for. "You were fighting JUNGLE." At the time, Yata had made the assumption that seemed obvious. Now that Fushimi says it again, in different circumstances... Yata's hand tightens on Fushimi's wrist. ]

Why didn't you say anything?

[ Yata sounds a little hurt, a little accusatory... and maybe it's just the situation, but he also sounds pretty guilty. And why wouldn't he? He's spent the past month (longer, really) assuming the worst about Fushimi without stopping to find out why. Yata's voice cracks a little, the adrenaline and lingering fear making him feel even more emotional than usual. ]

You should have said something!

[hyperkinesia]

[ He presses his lips for a moment, looking a little bashful as he speaks in tone of admission. ]

Then I think it's only fair to let you know I'd probably enjoy that.

[notpatsy]

[ She lets her hands drop from her breasts so that she can place them on either side of his head and lean down to kiss him. ]

Good. That's the point.

[hyperkinesia]

[ His hands slide up her sides and back as she leans down to kiss him, his head tipping to fit their mouths together, even if the contact's kept light. ]

So, no shower yet?

[notpatsy]

Hmm, I don't know. I was kind of enjoying giving you a bit of a show.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He chuckles, nipping at her lips. ]

I was kind of enjoying the show too, to be honest.

[notpatsy]

[ She lets her lips drift over his skin until she reaches his ear to nibble on it. ]

Want to see how I touch myself when I'm alone and thinking about you?

[hyperkinesia]

[ He sighs and closes his eyes, her words more than anything making him feel warm all over, his skin itching with the urge to touch her, to do something, anything at all. ]

Yes...

[knaval]

"Not until I got on this ship. Never really saw you little guys up close much. I think the last time I did was... maybe a couple hundred thousand years ago?" he muses, starting to straighten up again.

"At any rate, it's not exactly hard."

[backsassin]

I’ll fancy them fine if they get us away from these things! [She doesn’t spare a second to look behind her at the horde, but she doesn’t have to to know that they’re probably still being pursued.]

Thanks for your patience

[petrifiedshadow]

Thanks Riptide you're a true pal.

"Were you stepping on them?" Starflight asked flatly. He'd seen dragons do far worse, and from his new vantage point he could tell that was the logical course of action. Especially if Riptide didn't have to worry about getting injured. All that metal armor clearly came in handy.