( 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

[warandpeace]

I got something that will help get them off.

I'm on my way.

[It takes him every bit of three minutes to get there, before he's calling out for her. With the same concern he would yell for Snake whenever he was on a mission and didn't know if he was hurt or not.]

Lara! Lara, come on. Respond!

[He has his crutch tucked under his arm, the one holding the flashlight. In the other, the found stun weapon.]

[rraidergirl]

[ The pain is a faded thump in the back of her mind, enough so that she nearly tries to leave her hidey hole when she hears Miller calling. It flares when she moves, arm dangling uselessly. She bites her lip to keep herself from screaming and hauls herself out of the vent anyway. ]

Miller, over here!

[ She must look a sight, though at the very least the gore covering her is not her own. ]

[warandpeace]

Lara!

[He made quick work of grabbing her. He pulls her down as carefully as he can, knowing what a bad arm feels like. Good thing they hadn't ripped it off. Judging from the blood on her, it was hard to tell.]

[He pulled off his overcoat and put it around her shoulders. He'd have to get it back later, but it was something. It'd get decontaminated later, anyway.]

[Then he righted himself, saw the things coming. Figures that they were looking for her. He fires off a few shots with the stun weapon he found in the guard's office.] Where are you hurt? [Because he's a little too busy to check her over for wounds himself right then.]

/joins in the fun! yaaaay fun

[yer_pretty_good]

[One of the mutated freaks spots the pair and starts running down the hall, wailing at the top of its lungs. It's fast, for something that looks the way it does, but as it passes an intersecting hallway, it's grabbed and yanked out of sight.

They can't see what became of it, but there's a howl and then a squelching sound. Some blood splatters out into the hall. A moment later, Ocelot rounds the corner holding a lead pipe in one hand. It's a messy weapon, but it does the trick.]

I heard yelling. Miller, you alright? That Lara with you? Keep shouting like that and you'll attract the attention of every one of those damn things.

[rraidergirl]

[ She's more than happy to let Miller help her down, tugging the coat a little closer around her shoulders. ]

Just my arm. Dislocated, I think, I can't really move it.

[ She hates this, hates not being able to fight, hand tightening on the handle of her axe as she watches the mutant howl and run towards them. Ocelot's entrance pulls something of a smile out of her. ]

[warandpeace]

I'm kind of hoping for that. [About attracting those things, that is.]

[He can shove her arm back into place, but his hands are otherwise occupied. One with the crutch he uses to knock the oncoming one back, the other with the stun weapon which really stumbles one. And then the one next to it. He doesn't know how much power it has in it, though.]

I have an incendiary grenade. It won't breach anything but we'll need to get her well out of the way.

[yer_pretty_good]

You're a damn fool, Miller, but I like how flashy your idea is.

[A man holding a crutch and a girl with a dislocated arm hiding in a hallway and Miller wants to bring the hoard on them? Ocelot can't help but criticize the plan.]

Maybe you should put that grenade away until we get Lara to safety. After that, you can go running into the mouth of hell if you want to.

[rraidergirl]

[ Were it not for the pain, she might think she was hallucinating. She might be hallucinating anyway, nearly choking on a laugh. ]

Help me get my arm back in and I can help.

[ She had been lucky enough to miss out on any terrible shoulder injuries on Yamatai, but if she can fight with a hole in stomach, she figures she can do this. ]

[warandpeace]

[He can do it. He's fixed worse. But at the same time, he's fending off these things. So a split second decision, and he tosses the stun gun towards Ocelot (knowing he'll catch it), before he moves to Lara's side and bends her arm at the elbow and shoves her shoulder back into place.]

[He's seen soldiers fight after worse.]

Okay. There.

[yer_pretty_good]

[Ocelot catches the stun gun with one hand and turns to hold off anyone coming at them. When one runs down the hall, Ocelot goes forward to meet it. It swings its arm and he ducks under it fast, sticking it with the stun gun and then striking it with a backhanded swing with the lead pipe. He knows it will only take a moment for Miller to take care of the dislocated shoulder.

Too bad the stun gun isn't a 'real' gun. The zombie-prisoners wouldn't stand a chance.]