thisavrou_log | ( 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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.

[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?

[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.

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?

[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.

Well, I hope they enjoy the show.

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

I'm sorry.

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

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.

[There's a difference between choosing and being forced, but Wanda doesn't let those thoughts slip free.]

It must have been something in the prison.

[Wanda's uneasiness filters through. An AI with that much power was enough to unsettle her even without the medbay scans and the blood holograms.]

I hope we leave before something worse happens.

That would be the smart thing to do.

[And since when has this crew done the smart thing?

She sighs, leaning against the wall as the decontaminant filters in through the vents.]

Then maybe we should get comfortable here.

[The sarcasm's obvious, because no, the captains have rarely done the smart thing in this kind of situation.]

[Maya actually laughs out loud at that, ignoring any funny looks she gets from the others on the transport.]

You're probably right.

We're surrounded by kriffing idiots.

[They're both laughing at seemingly nothing at this point, but those who know Wanda might be able to guess what's going on.

The traces of emotions filtering through shift, turn more serious.]

How do you feel? Does it hurt?

[Maya sends the most reassuring vibe she can, through their connection.]

Not really.

It's more just...everyone in here is naked. And there are some people who look incredibly uncomfortable about that.

I wouldn't like it either. Hopefully it will not take much longer.

[And hopefully no one will do anything that makes it weird. This is probably a lot worse for people who can't sense their way around things; at least Wanda can just close her eyes until the worst of the awkwardness has passed.]

At least it's a little bit funny.

[Of course, Maya's sense of humor is a little warped.]

Some of them are talking very, very fast. Like somehow their voices can pull attention away from their...stuff.

That is...strange. I would have thought they would try to keep quiet and stay near a wall.

[Nervousness will make people do odd things, apparently.]

People are strange in general.

[The hissing stops and Maya looks up hopefully.]

I think they're about to let us out.

[Wanda shakes out the blanket and holds it out, ready for Maya to take. Even if she doesn't care about the nudity, it's still a little chilly on the ship.]

I'm on your right with the purple blanket.

Purple? One of my favorite colors. How'd you know?

[After a moment, they open the doors. Maya strolls out casually into the hold, unafraid and unembarrassed. She spots Wanda right away and heads over, giving her a slight mental nudge to let her know it's her, before taking the blanket and wrapping it around her chest.]

Thanks.

[Amusement filters through. If she'd actually been choosing, Wanda would have grabbed a red one.]

I didn't. It was just the next blanket in the stack.

[Wanda lets the blanket go but keeps her eyes closed. She already encounters enough things to make her wish for brain bleach as it is and she certainly doesn't want an accidental eyeful of anyone.]

There are clothes here too, but I don't know if they will fit.

[It looked like the captains just grabbed a motley assortment of uniforms and the like so who knows.]

[Maya casts a disparaging glance over at the pile of clothes.]

I think I'll pass.

[And after she does a quick sweep of the cargo bay...]

It's safe to look. Everyone's covered up.

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