( 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

[petrifiedshadow]

Starflight stopped short, staring. He'd seen some weird people since coming to the ship, but this was definitely one of the more bizarre, like some sort of dragon-human hybrid. The smell wasn't helping, bringing back memories of the NightWing's volcanic kingdom.

He nodded, lifting up his left talon so Kain could see the MID strapped to the back.
"Are- um, are you from the Moira?"

[dragonspride]

Kain held up his own wrist in answer; there was definitely smoke and ash tarnishing it, but his MID was as indestructible as ever. "Heat and fire seem to be all that works against this, so I've been trying to keep halls clear and make sure our people get out."

He seems to have a moment realizing he's been staring a little, shifting to finding a spot on the wall fascinating to focus on. "...Sorry. It's been a long time since I've been around a live dragon that wasn't trying to kill me."

[petrifiedshadow]

"Fire stops them? That's good to know," Starflight replied, sounding just a little relieved that there actually was a way to stop them and it was something he could actually do. Thank goodness he wasn't from a tribe that couldn't breathe fire.

"Don't worry I get that a lot." He tried to sound reassuring, but he was notably distracted. "Er- can I ask what, um, what you are? Exactly?" Starflight had met a bunch of different aliens, but none of them looked quite as dragon-like.

[dragonspride]

He hadn't really thought about the comment, although now that Starflight had replied, he was a little worried about how many worlds out there had conflicts with dragons.

The question about his own state is probably karma for the lack of forethought, really, as he shifts weight and looks at the wall. "...A gargoyle - or that's what the world where I was turned into this called it." There was an uncomfortable rumble. "For some reason it ended up taking a little after the Hallowed Father of Dragons from my world."

Sorry I'm so late : (

[petrifiedshadow]

"'Turned into'? You don't mean like- like those things?" He looked meaningfully at the door Kain had just left from. "What were you before?"

Ahah...hah.... >.>;;; /passes tea?

[dragonspride]

His spines flatten and there's a quiet rusty sound. "Human. The last place I was, there was a goddess who wanted servants that would fight for her - so she took people, changed them, and then did everything she could to make sure the world was against us so we'd have no choice but to go crawling to her."

He folds his arms, shoulders hunched a little and eyes on the wall to the side. "She couldn't take over someone's will without them accepting her 'help', but after a while, the people who did were about like that."

[petrifiedshadow]

"A 'goddess'? What's that? Some sort of magic user, like an Animus?" he asked with a shudder, trying not to think too hard about that last bit. "I'm glad there's nothing like that on Pyrrhia. If any of the queens had that sort of power, well, things would probably be a lot worse with the war than it is now."

"But, um, i'm sorry that happened to you," he added, realizing a little late that it was clearly something that Kain was upset about. An image of his friend Glory crossed his mind, and all the times she's criticized him for being tactless.