( 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.

[whatawaste]

'Movie' was one of the many terms Maya had heard, casually thrown around the Moira. One of those things that she supposed everyone knew except for her. And she'd learned that it was usually best just to ignore such things.

"What you're getting is a bargain," she replied, stepping out of her boot before working on the other one. "I usually charge good money for this kind of show."

To drive the point home, she pulled her second leg out of the boot slowly and sumptuously, toes pointed like a proper dancer. She kicked the boot to the floor and popped her knee, showing off every centimeter of skin.

[ersatzeverything]

"Everyone loves a bargain."

From his peripheral vision he saw her leg slowly exposed. Yup, definitely a leg, a very bare leg. Hearing about her occupation made him feel vaguely like he'd be stealing money from her, in a very round about way, if he saw anything, so despite his words about loving a bargain, he turns his head away a few inches further as he unbuttons his shirt.

"I was an escort once." No he wasn't, he just pretended to be once as a cover. Totally different thing, since he never actually accepted any clients and it only lasted a week. A very strange and awkward week. But lying was just how he made conversation. "Not for long, just a few months. I sort of spent my life drifting from one occupation to another. I was a guard for a while too, and a courier, and a scavenger, and farmer... Nothing really sticks, you know? Work: it turns out I kinda suck at it."

[whatawaste]

Maya blinked in surprise. She hadn't exactly been expecting a conversation. Him looking away, she could accept. Her particular brand of showmanship wasn't for everyone.

But that he felt the need to chat was...

Well. It was kriffing weird. That's what it was.

Turning her back to him, she started to unlace her bodice. "So what do they have you doing here?"

[ersatzeverything]

"Oh, nothing exciting. They made me the ship's interior designer." He was actually a Stealth Operative. "Which would be kinda fun, but, funny thing, I'm colorblind. I hear monochrome is trendy these days, though, so I guess I'll be going with that."

He shrugged out of his shirt and put it in the bag, his wig as well, revealing the beginnings of ginger stubble underneath.

"What about you? If they had the same sense of humor with your on-board job as they did with me, I'm kinda expecting something like 'ship's nun.'"

[whatawaste]

"Nun?" she repeated, looking over her shoulder at him. "What the kriff is a nun?" Another one of those words she felt like she was supposed to know. She immediately scolded herself for even asking but...well. Too late now, she supposed.

Shaking her head, she turned back to face the wall, dropping her arms to let the bodice slide off of her.

"I'm an engine technician," she replied. Which was actually an appropriate job for her skills, if not her background.

Maya had always been good with machines.

[ersatzeverything]

He glances over his shoulder at her, surprised she hasn't heard of nuns, and, uh, that's a lot of skin happening. He quickly turns his eyes forward again.

"It's a religious thing. Nuns are women who barely show any skin at all, swear oaths of chastity, and sacrifice hearts to the sun god." That last phrase just kinda slips out. Oh well. The clothes and the chastity were the important bits.

[whatawaste]

She wrinkled her nose, slipping out of her skirt in one, smooth movement. "I'm not really one for religion. And I think sun gods are largely an outdated practice." And she liked to think human sacrifice was too, but she'd heard plenty of horror stories about some of the more remote planets in the Outer Rim. It wasn't a sure bet.

A pause. "And anyway, I'm not really sure the Moira would benefit from having a nun. Killing off the crew seems counter productive. Although I can think of a few who wouldn't be missed..."

[seeingscarlet]

[There's a gentle mental touch, a projection of a soft fluffy blanket. Wanda's pretty much refused to leave the Moira as long as Peter's in the medbay but they caught her for this rather bizarre task on the way back from a meal.

She's glad she's on this side of the transporter - she really doesn't need to know what everyone else thinks of her body, thanks.]

I have things for you.

[whatawaste]

[Maya recognizes the mental fingerpints of her friend from the space walk. Good to know that she won't be cold at least.

She shrugs out of her bodice with little concern for the audience, although she tries to mentally shield Wanda from her thoughts of nudity. It's one thing to be in the same room, when you can turn away. It's another to have thoughts and images forced into your brain.]

Think they're recording this?

[seeingscarlet]

[For all of her insight into the minds of others there are some things Wanda is still fairly innocent of. Even now she has her eyes closed, mostly relying on her powers to sense out everyone's general location.]

I hope not. This place is creepy enough.

[whatawaste]

No argument from me.

[She shimmies out of her skirt, to a couple of wolf whistles from inside the transport.

They're turned with a blithe smile.]

Who's out there with you?

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda can't really tell what's going on in there, but she'd hoped most of the crew would have a little more class than that.

Then again, these are the same people who are blaming her brother for feeling backed into a corner with Rinzler without presenting alternate methods to handle that level of dispute.]

The captains. Some of the crew, not more than ten of us.

[whatawaste]

Well, I hope they enjoy the show.

[Sulkily, she packs her clothes into the hazard bag.]

[seeingscarlet]

I'm sorry.

[Honestly, why doesn't the decontamination gas work on their clothes? There has to be a better way to do this...]

[whatawaste]

Don't be. It's not worth being sorry over.

If I had a problem with a little nudity, I'd be in the wrong line of work.

[A pause.]

The real problem is being kept in the dark about the meaning of all this.

[jedimindtrick]

Speaking of a poor sense of fashion... It seems fitting these two would find themselves in common company here and now.

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow reflexively, his eyes still following Maya's hand as she reaches for her boot zipper. It seems to trigger something in him, as if bringing him back to the present, and he promptly turns away, his hand resting flat on his own chest, just atop his robes and just above his heart.

"That's quite all right, my dear," he says without hesitation, but he's silently bemoaning the realization that he's going to have to shed his robes — his entire attire — and he's going to have to do it here in front of everyone gathered. What little shame Kenobi allows himself to feel has always reflected back on himself, and the idea of being so exposed does not sit well with him. Nor does the idea of turning over his only set of clothes.

As he shrugs out of his hooded robe, Kenobi grumbles, "Being naked may be preferable to those wretched uniforms," but he doesn't expect anyone to agree; he's honestly surprised he does.

[whatawaste]

Maya let out a soft snort as she slipped out of her boot and started to unzip the other. "I would agree," she admitted. "But mostly because they're just uncomfortable."

Hideous too, but most of the costumes Pryce had shoved her into hadn't exactly been beautiful.

She stepped out of her boot and started to unlace her bodice, neither turning away nor diverting her eyes from anyone else in the transport.

"They're probably just recording this as a joke," she mused. "Something to hold over our heads in the months to come."

[jedimindtrick]

"Wonderful," Obi-Wan gripes on, only just holding back a groan of frustration. Very few of the inconveniences rendered upon them have impressed Obi-Wan as of date. And while he understands the importance of decontamination, the fact that it's only now begun leaves him that much more irritated. And let's not even begin to talk about how little interest he has in parting with his clothes...

"What use is that when we have communal baths on MERO?" he asks.

His obi is carefully folded away and he studious moves forward to reveal more skin as he miserably undresses. He's pale under all those layers, but who's surprised?

"It's hardly anything we haven't seen or shared." Although that's really not the case for Obi-Wan; he's rarely outside of his robes in the company of anyone else, and that includes when he's bathing.

[whatawaste]

"The element of surprise," Maya replied, without a moment of hesitation. "Speaking as someone who takes her clothes off for a living, there's nothing worse--or funnier--than being caught off guard."

...and he certainly was kriffing pale.

She ducked her head for a moment to hide the amusement.

Maya, on the other hand, had lustrous skin. And no qualms over showing it off. She let her bodice slide off of her arms like it was all part of one of her routines, before wiggling out of her skirt.

Whoa, my tense issues, gosh. I am so sorry!

[jedimindtrick]

It felt like some kind of awful race to a dubious finish line, but he found he needed to somewhat keep pace with her in order to ensure no one was left waiting for him to complete stripping down to nothing. There was no allowance for careful folding — it hardly mattered when it was just going to be decontaminated anyway — but Obi-Wan found himself bothered by this (mostly because he wouldn't allow himself to admit he was actually bothered more grandly by the imposition of it all).

"I suppose it does depend on the situation," he conceded flatly, not at all convinced he'd ever find something like this amusing. He wasn't ashamed of his body, nor did he find reason to flaunt it, but more importantly, Kenobi had no interest in having it used against him.

He frowned and held his clothes close to him, the many layers of fabric spilling over enough to at least cover his genitals. "This likely could have been completed in a one-stop process." Kenobi really didn't see why it was necessary to separate the decontamination elements — surely the clothing and the person wearing it could have been cleaned together.

No worries!

[whatawaste]

"I feel that way about most of the things our illustrious captains have us doing," Maya replied dryly, dropping her clothing into the hazard bag. She eyed it warily for a moment, before closing the seal.

If she didn't get her clothing back, she was going to throw a fit.

It was bad enough the Ingress had taken her underwear...

With a sigh, she dropped it into a bin, before dropping down into the nearest seat. "You're not having fun with this, are you?" she commented lightly, without bothering to probe his emotions.

[jedimindtrick]

Following the procedures, Obi-Wan deposited his hazard bag and then took a seat near Maya, although he left plenty of space between them. At least sitting preserved some of his modesty and it meant that he didn't have to look Hannis right in the eye while he struggled with this whole ordeal.

"I wouldn't know why that might be," he shot back, the sarcasm turning his words sharper than usual. Even if she wasn't snooping around his Force signature, Obi-Wan was being fairly transparent about his overall feelings with regard to this imposition.

He rubbed at his forehead, his eyes closing as another naked body trailed past them to turn in their clothes and take a seat opposite Obi-Wan. Fantastic view.

"I've been holding class on the observation deck," he says abruptly to distract himself. "I could use help if you speak anything better than Basic. Otherwise, you should attend." Not the most charitable invite, but an invitiation nonetheless.

[whatawaste]

"What kind of class?" Maya asked, resisting the urge to stare at him for the fun of it.

She did, in fact, speak more than Basic. But her vocabulary had largely grown out of learning various ways to either seduce someone or haggle over the price of a part. She didn't know many other words for 'tree' or 'cloud' or any other word that didn't fall into one of those two categories.

And she couldn't begin to imagine what sort of thing he'd be teaching. But there was something very curious, very fascinating about his squeamish stranger. Maya wasn't sure what drew her to him. Maybe it was just her disability her...

...what was it called?

The Force?