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

"It's up to you, darling. Did you have a goal in mind that you wanted to achieve, or was it just nebulous save someone? You heroic types are always so... unpredictable." she says with no lack of vague disgust in her tone.

"I'm sure there's plenty around. I've seen people try to talk these monsters down, can you believe! They're probably... I don't know, maybe still alive."

"Save someone? Why no, I was just wanting to salvage!!"

Mettaton is hardly the hero type. He could be convinced of it in a pinch, but he came here to help repair the Moira with scrap. In fact; he hasn't seen any of the zombie creatures yet. His tune might become a fair bit more somber if he does.

"What's this about monsters?" he has to ask. "I've only been bothered by the station AI, nothing else. Is there something I should be aware of?"

Monster isn't inherently a derogatory word; Mettaton was, by definition of his former existence in the Underground, a monster. Sure, a monster robot, but a monster all the same.

Aurelia can't help but raise her eyebrows.

"The horrible zombie beasties. The ones the AI is trying to convince us to join? Have you really been standing down here arguing with it all this time?" she asks. Mettaton reminds her of a certain someone she can't quite put her finger on.

"I have not just been arguing with the AI. I was working!" Mettaton insisted, pointing to the bag he'd been using to hold scrap. It was sat some distance away, full of useful things.

Man, what a guy, so far he's avoided the trouble.

"Maybe it was better I did!! I don't need more people to tell me what to do, much less...whatever a zombie is."

"You know those aggressive meat-human looking people? That try to rip you apart? That would be the zombies. I'm rather impressed you haven't come across any yet, actually."

Like, genuinely.

"That being said, if you want to keep that stuff and all your limbs, consider this your official status update."

"Maybe I've just been singularly focused on the task at hand," Mettaton insists, though he does take the warning into deep consideration. "You have my gratitude for the update. And also my curiosity as to why you are still around? Aren't you wary of them, darling?"

Not that he would be afraid of something like that!! Nah, he's too perfect for that.

"Well, I had considered going back to the ship and waiting it out, but then it occurred to me I'd have the opportunity to shoot more things! I was straight down here, you know. Practically sprinted." she says with a laugh.

"I can't imagine you'd have much trouble. You don't look like the sort who can be... ripped apart easily. That seems to be their thing, you see."

"Oh. Well isn't that charming?" Mettaton says, frowning. He then realizes he might not have been entirely specific enough with that. "Oh, not you of course!! What I was commenting on is the whole ripping apart thing. You are more than welcome to shoot at your discretion, as long as you avoid me!"

"I don't think I'd face much of an issue; I'm perfectly capable of defending myself!"

"I won't be shooting you, darling. That would be somewhat gratuitous, don't you think? I'm honestly getting a bit bored of all the gore."

She puts a hand on her hip, raising her eyebrows, clearly not believing him.

"And how do you plan to get back, mmm? What defences do you have?"

Well, Mettaton had to give her that. Violence against comrades was a little over the top. Of course, he doesn't appreciate her skepticism...but he'll address it anyway.

"I'll get back just the way I got here. And as I said..."

Mettaton raises his right arm slightly, one gloved finger pointing up. Electricity crackled at his fingertips, ever so subtly.

"...I'm capable of defending myself!!"

He's more of a physical fighter, but there was more than a little magic in these circuits to spare, should he encounter any problems! Right?

She squints.

"Is that... a taser? Maybe some foil and light tricks?" Aurelia asks, putting a hand on her chin.

"Darling, I think you need a bit more than that. They heal."

"Tch. Its not a light trick! I can actually use it in a more powerful capacity!!"

He's just reserving energy. Wow, are you always this charming, ma'am? Sure, Mettaton's open to constructive criticism, but she doesn't think much of anything about him, does she?!

"If they heal, then I'll kick them in the head and see where we go from there. I'm sure I can provide some kind of opening to retreat just by striking out."

"That does work," she says, nodding. "They may heal but I haven't seen any of them act like they have advanced combat knowledge. I'm starting to question if the AI that controls everything is even well suited for it's job."

A pause.

"Maybe that's why it went off the rails..."

"I'd say the AI is doing a great job of keeping the prisoners, if nothing else," Mettaton said wryly. It's not an incorrect assumption. D-E-L has just been hiding them quite well.

"Hmm. I suppose we ought to be on our way before any of those 'zombie' creatures show up though? I'm not interested in running into more trouble than I bargained for."

He had, after all, only come here to salvage! Not to fight!! Who was going to watch the violence even if he did participate?! Without a full audience, there's no fun in it.

( april event log )

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