( 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

[whatawaste]

Maya let out a soft snort as she slipped out of her boot and started to unzip the other. "I would agree," she admitted. "But mostly because they're just uncomfortable."

Hideous too, but most of the costumes Pryce had shoved her into hadn't exactly been beautiful.

She stepped out of her boot and started to unlace her bodice, neither turning away nor diverting her eyes from anyone else in the transport.

"They're probably just recording this as a joke," she mused. "Something to hold over our heads in the months to come."

[jedimindtrick]

"Wonderful," Obi-Wan gripes on, only just holding back a groan of frustration. Very few of the inconveniences rendered upon them have impressed Obi-Wan as of date. And while he understands the importance of decontamination, the fact that it's only now begun leaves him that much more irritated. And let's not even begin to talk about how little interest he has in parting with his clothes...

"What use is that when we have communal baths on MERO?" he asks.

His obi is carefully folded away and he studious moves forward to reveal more skin as he miserably undresses. He's pale under all those layers, but who's surprised?

"It's hardly anything we haven't seen or shared." Although that's really not the case for Obi-Wan; he's rarely outside of his robes in the company of anyone else, and that includes when he's bathing.

[whatawaste]

"The element of surprise," Maya replied, without a moment of hesitation. "Speaking as someone who takes her clothes off for a living, there's nothing worse--or funnier--than being caught off guard."

...and he certainly was kriffing pale.

She ducked her head for a moment to hide the amusement.

Maya, on the other hand, had lustrous skin. And no qualms over showing it off. She let her bodice slide off of her arms like it was all part of one of her routines, before wiggling out of her skirt.

Whoa, my tense issues, gosh. I am so sorry!

[jedimindtrick]

It felt like some kind of awful race to a dubious finish line, but he found he needed to somewhat keep pace with her in order to ensure no one was left waiting for him to complete stripping down to nothing. There was no allowance for careful folding — it hardly mattered when it was just going to be decontaminated anyway — but Obi-Wan found himself bothered by this (mostly because he wouldn't allow himself to admit he was actually bothered more grandly by the imposition of it all).

"I suppose it does depend on the situation," he conceded flatly, not at all convinced he'd ever find something like this amusing. He wasn't ashamed of his body, nor did he find reason to flaunt it, but more importantly, Kenobi had no interest in having it used against him.

He frowned and held his clothes close to him, the many layers of fabric spilling over enough to at least cover his genitals. "This likely could have been completed in a one-stop process." Kenobi really didn't see why it was necessary to separate the decontamination elements — surely the clothing and the person wearing it could have been cleaned together.

No worries!

[whatawaste]

"I feel that way about most of the things our illustrious captains have us doing," Maya replied dryly, dropping her clothing into the hazard bag. She eyed it warily for a moment, before closing the seal.

If she didn't get her clothing back, she was going to throw a fit.

It was bad enough the Ingress had taken her underwear...

With a sigh, she dropped it into a bin, before dropping down into the nearest seat. "You're not having fun with this, are you?" she commented lightly, without bothering to probe his emotions.

[jedimindtrick]

Following the procedures, Obi-Wan deposited his hazard bag and then took a seat near Maya, although he left plenty of space between them. At least sitting preserved some of his modesty and it meant that he didn't have to look Hannis right in the eye while he struggled with this whole ordeal.

"I wouldn't know why that might be," he shot back, the sarcasm turning his words sharper than usual. Even if she wasn't snooping around his Force signature, Obi-Wan was being fairly transparent about his overall feelings with regard to this imposition.

He rubbed at his forehead, his eyes closing as another naked body trailed past them to turn in their clothes and take a seat opposite Obi-Wan. Fantastic view.

"I've been holding class on the observation deck," he says abruptly to distract himself. "I could use help if you speak anything better than Basic. Otherwise, you should attend." Not the most charitable invite, but an invitiation nonetheless.

[whatawaste]

"What kind of class?" Maya asked, resisting the urge to stare at him for the fun of it.

She did, in fact, speak more than Basic. But her vocabulary had largely grown out of learning various ways to either seduce someone or haggle over the price of a part. She didn't know many other words for 'tree' or 'cloud' or any other word that didn't fall into one of those two categories.

And she couldn't begin to imagine what sort of thing he'd be teaching. But there was something very curious, very fascinating about his squeamish stranger. Maya wasn't sure what drew her to him. Maybe it was just her disability her...

...what was it called?

The Force?

[jedimindtrick]

Even when she didn't stare, he felt stared at. It was a symptom of being exposed, he figured, but the idea didn't do much to comfort him. He tries not to think about how many naked bodies have shared these seats. At least they would be decontaminated on their way out.

"Language. Communication," he added with no amount of fanfare. A different time or place would have him waxing poetic about the importance of both language and communication, but as it stood, Obi-Wan had no interest in flowery words or patient explanations.

He glanced at Maya, eyes on her face. "I had been considering expanding my instruction to the ways of the Force, but I haven't found the time." For obvious reasons. "When I finally manage, you should come to that as well."

[whatawaste]

"The ways of the Force," she repeated, the words feeling far-too-alien on her tongue. And somehow right at the same time.

In the back of her mind, she was thirteen again, walking up the ramp, into the transport that would take her off to Alderaan, her grandfather screaming at her as she went:

Never let anyone see, never let anyone know!

Well, it was too late for that. Now all that remained was the nagging question of why her grandfather had been so afraid of her disability. What had he known? What had he seen? Why did he want her to be afraid of it when all she was was curious and confused.

It seemed like Obi-Wan might have all her answers, but she was uncharacteristically timid about asking the questions. "What does that mean...exactly?"

[jedimindtrick]

More people filtered past them and Kenobi tried to bring his focus in, to hold it close to them and not reach out, but the need to feel secure was much more pressing without his clothes. His presence in the Force casts a light like a lamp, stretching out past Maya to know this space better, to know these people better. It brought him focus and clarity, but it also left him open to interpretation.

"It means learning to channel the power you feel around you," he said. His head dropped back, hair cushioning his skull from the cold bulkhead, his breath slowed to something steady and long. "Assuming you respect that power, of course, a great many things can be accomplished." Like calming a nervous tension he'd felt since arriving in the decontamination area. Obi-Wan wasn't sure if it was Hannis or someone else, but he was sending out what calm he could, weathering the storm with gusts of his own to blow about the surf, to clear away the clouds.

[whatawaste]

She felt...something. Something that made her think of Yuri, actually. Some trick he liked to play that she lacked the context to explain. But in that moment, she missed him so much it almost hurt. What had become of the little boy she'd found in the alley? Had the Emperor gotten his hands on him? Was he right now back in the detainment center?

Somehow, she doubted it. She didn't know why. Some kind of instinct told her that he was holding out.

For now.

It took her only a half second after that decision to realize that the gust was coming from Obi-Wan.

"What are you doing? Is that some kind of Force...trick?"