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( april event log )

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!

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"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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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!

[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?

[Finally, a voice that wasn't the monotonous 'one of us' chant. Nick starts fighting harder than before, because now he's got someone else involved. It's hopefulness, but Nick's also not a total jerk. He doesn't want anyone else to get pulled under for his sake.

He holds one back with a force field, keeping it at bay until he moves another one up to the ceiling and lets it drop. They fight until they've got a clear shot at escape.]

Sounds like a good idea to me. [Nick's panting softly, brows lifting at that description. What the hell, it's not really untrue.] Yeah. I'm Nick.

[A force field, huh? Neat trick. Snake admired the man's skill but kept his guard up.]

Neat trick. Didn't know you were skilled at force fields as well as cleaning toilets. [Nothing wrong with a bit of humour, right? Especially when they were being attacked by hoards of zombie prisoners. What the hell did they want? Why did the follow the commands of the AI? Venom wanted to know.]

The way behind us is clear, since I cleared out most of the zombies there.

Yeah, I've always been an underachiever.

[Nick smirks at him. Now that he doesn't have a mindless mass clawing at him, he's got a pretty good sense of humor himself. He glances back in that direction, nodding his head as he takes a deep breath.]

Then I say that's the way we should go. What about you?

Don't say that. We're all good at what we do in our own way. [Optimism was good. Especially aboard a space station. The man seemed to doubt himself, which Snake knew was a bad thing. Men should be proud of who they are so they can achieve their goals.]

Did you want to press on deeper into the tunnels to see if anyone is stuck down there? I heard screaming. [It was either retreat to a safer place or go deeper into danger but potential life-saving situations.]

[The deep breath that Nick takes hints at reluctance, but his words say otherwise.]

Yeah, we gotta check it out.

[Not so long ago he would've chosen the safer option, or at least the "this is not my business" one. And maybe he should still think about what would happen to Cassie if something happened to him. But he would also hope that someone would help her if she was the one screaming.]

By the way, thanks. You're pretty good in a fight.

Stay behind me. That way the zombies will go for me and not you.

[Since Ahab didn't want Nick to become zombie food or get dragged deeper down into the dark corridors. At the remark Snake smiled.]

Thanks. It's what I do. [He is a soldier. Big Boss. The name he carried on his shoulders whenever he goes into battle. It's something to be proud about. Ahab checked down the corridor in front as he began to walk.]

[In theory, it's a good plan. Nick is all about not being attacked again. But the selfless offer doesn't sit entirely well with him either.]

Thanks, but I don't wanna see them dragging you off either.

[He has to live with himself, after all. Nick tries to keep himself extra alert as they venture down another hallway.]

Where do you think these guys have been hiding all this time?

Yo, hi? Is someone screaming?

[well, nick wanted someone and he got a someone. riptide peeks his head around the corner towards where it sounded like nick's voice was coming from.]

Oh, geez. These friggin'... [boy he super doesn't want to crush more of them. he clomps down the corridor (with the right amount of hurriedness, of course) and quickly crouches onto his knees, reaching out to either flick the prisoners out the way or generally just block them off from getting closer.

CYOA]

[Yelling. Not screaming, because screaming is something you do when you're really afraid, and Nick was just...concerned about the situation.

Yeah, he might've been screaming. But it was just a little.

But it sounds like the cavalry is on its way, which makes him calm down and redouble his efforts until the last of the prisoners are either thrown aside by his power or blocked by-]

Wow. [The word leaves Nick's lips before he can stop, if he even would have.] Glad you're on my side.

I get that a lot. Sometimes. Actually it's mostly just "shut up, Riptide" but there's always a first for everything!

[he cranes over, looking at for the prisoners.]

...Ooookay this is gonna take an unexpected turn for the gross. I, uh. Accidentally caught one under my hand. Like, it's legs.

Yeah, I don't think I wanna meet the guy who can tell you to shut up.

[Nick says it with a little amusement, but that soon fades. His eyes flicker to Riptide's hand and then quickly up again.]

When you say 'caught', you mean...

[Smashed.]

I'm pretty sure you already have...

[ahh the struggles of being the idiot teen. riptide grimaces and leans over, looking between nick and the Other Side of his hand.]

Uh. Well. How's your tolerance for gooey stuff?

Edited 2016-04-18 22:56 (UTC)

[Nick takes a moment to think about it, and the little downward curve of his mouth gets stronger.]

You know, not so great. Maybe we should walk the other way.

[Don't worry about him telling anybody about it. He Did Not See a Thing.]

Okay... I got this. [he holds out his other hand.] Get up, then close your eyes.

Right. Okay.

[That sounds like a workable plan. Nick closes his eyes, groping around blindly for his hand.

Nick does peek one eye open. Quickly. It's a temptation thing. Maybe he won't regret it.]

Edited 2016-04-25 23:07 (UTC)

[riptide waits patiently for nick to get up onto his hand, not noticing him peeking. he lifts up his other hand, unfortunately revealing the Splatter.

hopefully nick isn't too squeamish. there's some intestines and bone splattered on the ground. ripted hisses something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like gross]

[ After the decontamination process and the implication that they're carrying something in their bodies that they need to be purged of, Snake hadn't been in a hurry to go back to the prison block.

Then he'd heard that the former prisoners had been changed somehow, that they were trying to drag people into the depths of the prison beyond those blocked-off areas they hadn't been able to access.

If they're really getting infected with something, Snake figures that Dr. Yewll can take care of it.

He winds his way through the hallways and cells with his gun drawn, tuned in for any sign of a struggle, so when he hears two loud thumps and then someone calling for help, he books it in that direction.

Two of the prisoners are writhing on the floor, but many more of them are swarming around the other crew member -- Nick, right? Snake positions himself and then squeezes a shot off. It's not one of his tranquilizer rounds, but a real bullet that tears through one of their shoulders, sending it stumbling back.

Tranq rounds probably won't work on these things. ]

Get away from them! Now!

[Nick is just fine with real bullets here, especially when he feels in danger of being drawn and quartered. He takes his chance when Snake gives him one, using his power in a burst that creates just enough of a pocket for him to free himself.]

Nice shot. [He makes his way to Snake's side, backing up and keeping an eye on the mob.] How many more bullets you got?

[ Snake hadn't known what to make of Nick during their first chat, but his respect for him grows in this moment. He'd taken the chance to get out of the way the second Snake had given it to him; he hadn't let fear or anything else paralyze him. He's also asking the right questions. ]

Ten. [ Snake doesn't actually look at his gun when he answers. He's used to keeping count in his head by now. ] It's not gonna be enough, with numbers like this.

[ Then again, from the look of things, Nick can fight too. Snake's gaze shifts down to the two prisoners who had already been out for the count when he got here. ] How much combat experience do you have? [ Snake's guess is "not much." Maybe Nick was able to take out two of these things, but he doesn't carry himself like a soldier or a mercenary. ]

[Ten. Okay, that's...not as many as Nick was hoping for, but it beats nothing.]

Yeah...yeah, that's a definitely a sign that we need to get out of here.

[Which definitely doesn't sound like a soldier either. But it does sound like a survivor, and maybe that's almost as good.]

Combat. [He repeats the words with raised eyebrows. He's been in his share of fights, mostly scraps, a couple that were life or death. But he doesn't think Snake really means stuff like that.] Does this count? Because if it does, I've got about forty-five minutes under my belt.

[ It's not as much as Snake would like to have either, but there are way too many of these things and he hadn't realized what he was getting into when he came down here. He'll have to be more prepared for the eventual next time.

Right now, though, he's focused on getting both of them to safety.

Nick is, if nothing else, completely honest. Snake's had to steer civilians through a combat situation before, so while there's a split second where his jaw tightens, he quickly springs into action, stepping forward to start down the hall. ]

Stay behind me, keep track of anything coming from the rear. I know the quickest route back, I'll get us through. [ While using his bullets as sparingly as possible. Still, he's been through worse -- or at least, that's what he tells himself. ]

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