( 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

cargo bay

[flakjackets]

[ This whole thing was ridiculous at best. When it had been clear that she wasn't gonna be able to get through this completely clothed, she compromised as far as to remove everything but her panties. Everything else had gone in the bag and she'd honestly never felt more exposed.

She's more than okay to hurry off of the transport and towards an offered blanket - not exactly keen on showing off the decently sized scar from a cauterized wound. ]

Thank you. I -- This is... I guess I'm still not used to anything on the ship, really. No matter how hard I try to fast-track it.

[sickbays]

[ He tucks the blanket across her chest and lets go, with words of reassurance, ]

Hey, don't worry about it. Decon chambers are a pretty new thing to me, too. [ Only because it was incredibly outdated, with the advent of transporter biofilters and new ventilation systems. Her experience is probably the polar opposite, though, judging by how overwhelmed she admits to feeling. ]

You'll get used to it. Maybe not that so much, but the ship itself will become more familiar. [ He's still getting used to some of its little quirks. And the fact that he's so far away from his own ship, the one that he should be on. ]

hiatus catch up - feel free to drop ♥

[flakjackets]

[ Yeah, Metropolis had a lot of advancements but decon chambers weren't one of them. She does what she can to make light of the situation, though, and not pay attention to the who naked element. ]

I wish I was a bigger fan of surprises.

[ She gives a little chuckle, adjusting the blanket slightly before extending a free hand. ] I'm Lois, by the way. Figure I should introduce myself since you've kind of seen me naked.

[sickbays]

[ His lips twitch into an almost-smile, both at the mention of not liking surprises (a trait Leonard could relate to), as well as the offhanded comment of her being naked. He shakes his head a little, waving it off like it's no big deal. ]

I'm a doctor, darlin', I've seen my share. [ And unless he's involved with the other person, he's always been clinical about it. He glances down and takes her hand when she offers it, though, his fingers curling around hers in a firm grip. ]

Leonard McCoy. [ He drawls, squeezing her hand gently before letting go. ] Maybe I can help you find someplace to change?

[flakjackets]

Nakedness doesn't tend to accompany my normal line of work, so you've got me there. [ Because she was not being very smooth about this. Throw her in a war-zone with a genocidal dictator? She'd be much closer to her element than this. ]

A place to change would be nice.

[ And call it habit, but questions are what come naturally to her - especially if there's time to fill. She doesn't usually think of it as a 'getting to know you' standard - more slipping into something familiar. Like a comfortable pair of heels. ] Have you been on this particular ship long?