( 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

[flakjackets]

I thought that might be the case. I should have known he wasn't really going to let me go through with it that easily.

[ And here she thought she'd been so convincing. There a wry laugh as she lets her eyes flutter shut for a moment. She knows it was done out of kindness, but it was still a little annoying. She'd been through, and survived, plenty on her own... And maybe it was a little prideful, but she and Clark also didn't know each other well enough for her to take it as anything personal. She knew he meant well and that's what she was going to focus on right now. ]

I'm a reporter back home, have been to countless warzones... I think I can handle an empty prison. Or whatever it is going on here. [ SILLY LOIS, IF ONLY YOU KNEW. Don't mind her casually dismissing something she doesn't fully understand because she's underestimating it. ]

[forwardmomentum]

[ that's alright, miles does the same thing. what a team. high five ]

Well, you don't sound like a woman to trifle with to me, that's for damn sure. A reporter, eh? [ miles sounds impressed. ] Although -- I'm not sure this place is so empty...

But Clark's been known to worry. Hell, I command an entire fleet back where I'm from, and he still tries to tell me to stay where it's safe. [ he rolls his eyes. granted the last time that happened he did actually die but whateverrrrr. ] I think sometimes he forgets that us fragile humans -- and I am, admittedly, a trifle more fragile than most -- can handle plenty on our own.

[flakjackets]

Wouldn't be very good if I was dependent on someone else all the time when it came to keeping myself safe. [ His quip has her looking around, not really wanting him to be right.

Though she doesn't linger on that thought for too long, letting her attention return to him with a look of surprise. Well, that was unexpected. ] Well, then perhaps we should prove a point to him. [ Because sometimes demonstrations worked better than just saying it. Arms cross as she looks around again, eyes shifting in the direction of a new noise. ]

You don't really think there's something here with us, do you? [ A question she wouldn't ask if she weren't so sure if her own beliefs weren't starting to shake. ]

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles's face lights up in a manic grin. he likes the way you think, miss lane. ]

Perhaps we should.

[ he jerks his head at the strange noise, eyes narrowing. ]

I wouldn't rule it out. We've run into some pretty bizarre things on the Moira, and...this place is overtly creepy, unlike the last place we stopped. Actually, it feels a little like we're in some horror vid. [ he gives a brief shudder. ] Not my genre of preference.

[flakjackets]

[ This is going to be a great and awful combination, she can tell. Brows knit as she focuses a little more on the sound while still listening to Miles. ]

Most of the horrors I deal with back home have nothing to do with the Supernatural. At least not until recently. Not sure I prefer it over the former. [ Check back with her later on whether that's better or worse. She takes a step towards the noise when it seems to grow a little louder, sharply inhaling. ] I think it might be time I take back what I said earlier.

[forwardmomentum]

Me either. War zones, interplanetary crises, diplomatic disasters, sure, but this is a little out of my purview. [ he pauses to flash her a grin entirely inappropriate to the situation. ] Think I prefer the war zones.

[ he tries not to jump at that noise, a nervous giggle escaping his mouth before a hand clamps over it. ]

Yes, perhaps we...ought to head back toward Clark. Or the ship, if need be.

[ he draws the stunner holstered at his hip, although he's not entirely sure what good it'll do, and motions her along with him with a nod of his head. ]