( 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

[vengeance_driven]

Niko turned towards the sound, saving any questions he had about that combat style for later. He lofted up his carbine and started walking in that direction.

"Have you found anyone yet?"

At least that much wasn't buried in a hunger to fight. He was genuinely worried about the people that might get hauled off into the depths of the vents, dragged in with others.

[cardboard_boss]

"No." Snake gave the answer quick enough. He had hoped to have found someone to rescue but all he had heard so far were screams and noises. It would seem the creatures were deeper aboard the station then he had thought. Damn them. Then, he heard the noise again; the shuffling of many feet and groaning. The chanting. It was coming closer, nearing to their position.

"Hold up. Think I can hear them coming." Snake held up his tranq and narrowed his eyes, as around eight zombie prisoners came ambling quickly towards them. They were faster than Snake thought, as he fired a shot at one, seeing it fall back in surprise but another had taken it's place, grabbing hold of Snake's ponytail, yanking his head back.

"Shit! Get the hell off of me!" He smashed the creature in the ribs then slammed it to the ground in a sickening crunch. He turned to see if Niko was alright.

[vengeance_driven]

Niko was fine, though he did turn as Ahab's ponytail was snagged, his head jerked backwards. Luckily the man turned just in time to smash the thing.

When a hand grabbed at Niko, he swung up the hunting knife in his hand hard, cutting it off. Easier than he expected. As did he with the next one. But the fuckers grabbed their hands, stuck them back on. "Well, this is new."

He didn't sound all that upset about it. Instead, he took to shooting.

"Man, maybe at some point you should get a hair cut. Just saying."

[cardboard_boss]

Ahab frowned when he noticed the zombie prisoner stuff his hand back onto his wrist. Shit. How were they supposed to kill these things now? He turned to Niko and swallowed.

"I like my hair the way it is." Snake loved his mullet hairstyle and the ponytail added something to it to perhaps distinguish him from Big Boss. That and the horn and scars. Right now the last thing on his mind was talking about hairstyles, as another prisoner smashed Venom in the gut and another dragged his legs.

Snake kicked back and smashed the zombie in the head with the butt of his tranq pistol before pushing it off and then kicking it in the back of the legs so that it fell to it's knees. The coup de grace was Snake slamming his prosthetic fist into it's face with so much force that it's head came off.

"That should stop them. Knock their heads off."

[vengeance_driven]

"I guess it is not often we fight hair grabbing mindless prisoner things. At least life likes to switch it up. For me, anyway. I don't know about you."

He was being strangely conversational as he kept attacking the things, but then made a streak of fluid across the ground in front of him and lit it up.

More confirmation that even the jackassiest mind controlled horde didn't enjoy walking through fire. Good to know.

[cardboard_boss]

Ahab looked at the fire on the ground and smiled. Yeah. That would surely slow the bastards down unless they wanted to become barbeque men. Nice plan, Niko.

"You love your fire, huh? Good plan. Let's see if any decide they want to become barbeque." Snake readied himself just in case any of them decide to brave it across the line of fire. He was on the defensive and could move in front of Niko if need be to protect him. The guy didn't deserve to be dragged down into the depths of hell because Snake wasn't going to let him get hurt. This man was his room buddy. He knew not much about him but enough. The man had guts and Venom admired that.