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

"Weren't they keeping an eye out for this stuff to begin with? Like, hey, let's thoroughly check the place for weird things before we start letting everyone down to begin with, that sounds like a good idea. But no. So now we're..." He just vaguely gestured with a frustrated sound.

And then Venom had to say that. Aaaawkwaaaard.

"...It's not like we're doing all that much otherwise around here." Just because he wasn't actually his dad didn't make it any better.

Snake tried not to let himself dwell too much on Liquid's body because that just felt wrong. This man was his step-son. Family. He should be treated with respect and Snake was about to give him that.

"Yeah. Bit drafty standing here though. You'd think they'd offer us some heat for our....bodies."

"I suppose it's all part of the decontamination process. That, or someone in charge really likes seeing naked people." He wouldn't be surprised with either, really. Who knew?

"At least next time we'll have a little warning, I guess." Then he'd be able to avoid little surprises like this.

"Whoever likes seeing us naked has some serious issues." Snake frowned. Like seeing a scarred, fifty year old soldier naked. That was wrong, right? He wouldn't mind if it was something he liked seeing him. But the whole ship? That was wrong.

"They haven't even told us what our clothes might have been infected with."

Liquid snorted in laughter, crossing his arms. "Yes, they certainly would, but at least it's pretty unlikely." He hopes it's pretty unlikely, anyway. Not that he's against people seeing him, it isn't like he wears a shirt, but it's still pretty stupid. Also he'd rather not be on display around certain people.

"I'd guess they just don't know. Still, seems like they're dropping the ball a bit. Should figure this out earlier."

"It's damn perverted that's what it is." Snake just guessed that someone somewhere was getting a kick out of this. They didn't even leave them with their underwear. "Doubt our underwear is infected, since it's underneath our Moira uniform. Perverts." He wasn't best pleased at the whole intrusion.

"Jokingly, sure. But realistically... far too much effort. Why would they have us take everything off here when they could easily set up cameras in the showers or something?" That'd be some pretty damn weird voyeurism. Although he wouldn't necessarily put it past them. "Eh, it's probably just for safety. Still could've used a bit of warning, though."

Snake didn't even want to think about having cameras in the showers because that was even worse than this. At least there was some sort of feeble excuse to have them remove all of their clothes. "Safety. Yeah." Venom just grumbled in response and felt an itch on his back. Shit. How was he supposed to reach it and cover himself up at the same time.

"Damn. Got an itch on my back. Can't reach."

Liquid shrugged. If it hadn't been for the fact that there were people on this ship he definitely didn't want to see or be seen by naked, he probably wouldn't have minded so much. At this point, though, it was a little frustrating. He raised an eyebrow when Venom mentioned having an itch, and he just laughed.

"I'll turn around." And with that, he did so.

"What? You're kidding me." Snake just sighed and couldn't believe Liquid wouldn't scratch his back. Was he that upset about seeing the older man naked? Perhaps Eli was in there somewhere. The little child thinking it's gross to scratch an older man's back.

"Talk about I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine." He huffed and began rubbing his back against the nearest thing he could find. This being a nearby wall.

Look, Venom might not have actually been Big Boss but he looked far too much like Big Boss for Liquid to want to do anything that involved touching him. Unless that touching involved strangling him or something. He couldn't help it.

Also yeah it was totally gross.

"I don't need you to scratch my back," he muttered. "I can do it myself."

Strangling? No thanks. Venom doesn't want you to turn on him, Liquid. He's had enough punching and kicking from you lately. You weren't half bad though.

"Fine. I can't help getting an itch where I can't reach it. What if you had the same and couldn't reach it no matter what?" He frowned at the blond and finished scratching his back. Awkward. There, that felt better.

"I'd manage." Sorry, other dad, but he's not going to help out with naked issues here.

"Thought someone like you'd be able to ignore it until you found a backscratcher or something, anyway," he said with a slight scoff of amusement.

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