( 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

[dislocked]

Bucky moves with Steve as if they've never been apart, covering him with a predatory ease. What happened before is set aside easily; in the grand scheme of things his personal welfare doesn't rank very high on the list. The directive in this instance is clear: extract all crew members on the Moira -- eliminate any obstructions.

He mows through them with raw aggression and power, a relentless force of violence. It should be terrifying, these things that whisper to them, afford promises that are as quicksand, mutated creatures that are hungry to envelop others into their fold. It would be tempting, he supposes, if Bucky believes he deserves to be happy after all that he's done. He's learned that while headshots slow them down a little, they are ultimately ineffective against things that do not die.

He hears that scream and instantly knows who it is: the girl who loved engines, defensive and prickly but genuine, and he surges ahead with Steve in a flurry of kicks and punches, clearing the path to her.

"Go!" He complements Steve's job effortlessly as he fires at the other one point blank. Two, three, four, the sound of gunshots ricocheting around the room, the bullets blowing their heads apart, mowing a path for her. It stalls them only for a few moments, but it's what they need. He doesn't miss the staff in her hands, the fear and horror of it all, and his metal hand comes to punch another one so hard it creates a comical bowling effect that would be comical if their situation isn't so fucked up.

[ventifact]

The more frightened Rey becomes, the stronger she can sense the Force around her. It spikes and snaps with her emotions, tapping into the most feral part of her. Fight or flight is all that's left. The latter option has not yet presented itself, and so Rey slams the butt of her staff into one of the creature's throats, sending its head snapping at an odd, sickening angle.

It's only a few moments before it's righted itself, and then it's back to reaching for her. But she cannot give up, and so Rey fights.

Until she hears someone call out to her, and then she whips around, teeth bared in a snarl and knuckles white against the weapon in her hands. She doesn't know the first man, but she recognizes the second one instantly; he had the robotic arm, he had ripped that small generator from the wall for her. He catches her attention, brings her down from the animalistic high of battle. She needs to get out, and they have offered her an opportunity. Without question, Rey begins to run towards the opening.

Then something happens. Maybe it's the Force, maybe it's just her conscience, but it makes her stop and whirl around, staff slung across her shoulders and light saber in her hands half a heartbeat later. Her grip on it is still awkward, but it's obviously a better weapon for this situation. Plus, it's less likely that she'll injure one of her new allies in such a confined space. Probably.

The laser lights up blue in her hands, and she slices both arms off a groping mutant behind Bucky. "We all need to get out now!"