( 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

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[knaval]

Cybertronian. [he says, tersely.] We're not robots.

[he huffs. somewhere, somehow.]

It's my alt mode. You were uncomfortable about getting changed so I changed too. I tried to do a bonding thing.

[humans]

[cardboard_boss]

Sorry. [Snake sighed. He didn't mean to offend the robot-sorry-Cybertronian. It was just him and robots didn't really get on that well.]

It's just you're the first robot that's not tried to kill me. Bad experiences in the past with mecha dinosaurs. [ie Metal Gears.]

[knaval]

Apology accepted.

[no, really. he still stays in boat mode.]

...You know, I can't even promise it'll stay like that. If you see a giant purple guy, avoid him. He's another one that'll try to kill you. He's kind of an arse like that.

[cardboard_boss]

[A talking boat. Yeah. Not the strangest thing he's come across in his life but it's still damn scary.]

Giant purple guy, huh? What's his name? [Snake wanted to know the guy's name so he could avoid him. That or try and protect the ship's crew from him. If he tried anything Venom would aim to kick the robot's metal ass.]

[knaval]

Tarn. He'll probably make himself quite well known by violently murdering one of us pretty soon.

[if riptide sounds extremely blase like he's completely accepted that this possibly might even be him, then it's because he is.]

[cardboard_boss]

[Venom made a mental note to avoid a guy-robot known as Tarn.]

Not sure the captains will appreciate him murdering the crew. Does he have an attitude problem or something?

[knaval]

Does unapologetic homicidal sociopath cover attitude problem?

[venom probably wouldn't have guessed it, but the boat is somehow expressive. there's a distinct feeling of sarcasm coming off it.]

[cardboard_boss]

That's a pretty wide description but I'll take it.

[Ok. This guy seemed dangerous and Snake would have to watch out for him if he didn't want to end up as robot food.]

You have a lot of water where you're from? [Since the whole boat thing.]

[knaval]

I mean, it's apt, too.

[riptide would shrug, if his arms were currently available.]

Kiiinda? Why?

[cardboard_boss]

Just wondered why you chose the shape of a boat.

[Because maybe there were others like him that weren't boats?]

Can you chose your shape at will or are you stuck with it?

[knaval]

I didn't chose it.

[there's a pause. riptide considers transforming back into bipedal mode, but eventually decides to stick with his protest.]

We grow our alt modes, though I think they can be changed. I'm not sure how common that is... or how legal.

[cardboard_boss]

[Snake nodded at Riptide's answer. He wondered what others of his race would look like.]

I can't change into anything but I've got this. [He showed Riptide his red prosthetic arm and wiggled the fingers about a bit.] It's got different attachments I can use during missions. Stun, rocket arm and this one.

[knaval]

Is that what happens when organics lose limbs? Allison told me they can't just be put back on.

[then, vaguely passive aggressively:] What happened? Why do you have that?

[cardboard_boss]

Usually, when people lose limbs they've lost them forever. I was a special case being a soldier and someone who needed the use of both hands. [Riptide would find out who he was eventually, right?]

I have this to use on missions when I go into battle with my enemies.

[knaval]

Wow. That must suck to be an organic when your limbs drop off. I guess everyone would need both hands, huh?

[or maybe riptide just can't comprehend the idea of losing a limb to be permanent and life changing.]

Did I tell you I fell onto that Ceta planet and my arm snapped off? It sucked.

[cardboard_boss]

No, you didn't.

[Snapped off? Ouch. Did robots even feel pain as humans did? Snake had no idea. This guy seemed to an ok robot to talk to. He wasn't getting his head sliced off or shot off so it was all good.]

Can you feel pain like a man can?

[knaval]

That's a bit of an arrogant question. Do you feel pain like a Cybertronian?

[riptide knows the answer; cybertronians are hardy enough to be able to survive being ripped to pieces.]

[cardboard_boss]

[Ahab sighed. Ok, so he wasn't the best person at light conversation. Especially when it came to robots, or anything that sort of looked like a Metal Gear.]

I'm not trying to be arrogant. Sorry. I feel pain if that's what you're asking. I'm guessing you do too? [Sorry, Riptide, this guys is clueless at times.]

[knaval]

Yes. It did hurt.

[huff puff]

[cardboard_boss]

Right. At least I know now. [He wasn't familiar with engaging in conversation with a robot who could talk. Would Riptide understand if he told him about Sahelanthropus?]

Look, I'm sorry. Last time I met a robot-shaped creature it tried to kill me. It had a whip and flamethrower mixed with rocket launcher. Dinosaur shaped thing.

[The memories cut deep for him so you'll have to forgive his woeful uselessness at speaking to robots.]

You're the first robot I've met that hasn't tried to kill me.

[knaval]

[riptide wonders if he means a dinobot. he opts not to question, lest snake realise it was a cybertronian.]

That's... unfortunate. I won't try to, ever. Promise.

[cardboard_boss]

I know you won't. Think you would have tried if you were the bully type of robot. [As in he likes you, dude. You're the first one to be nice to him and talk to him.]

Since you've told me a lot about yourself I should too. Since it's only fair. [Why not?]

I'm actually a body double of someone else aboard the ship. A guy name Big Boss or Ishmael. Don't know if you've heard of him.

[knaval]

I haven't, no. I heard of that weird Snake Legacy thing but that was all.

[riptide wonders if venom feels weird saying all this to a boat.]

[cardboard_boss]

Right. It doesn't matter. [Too complicated to go into anyway.]

Can't believe they made us go naked, huh? Seems a bit overkill to me. [Because now he could feel a draft around places he didn't want to feel it.]

[knaval]

[you're talking to a boat that wears no clothes, snake.]

What's-- oh. Right. I mean, that must be awkward for you. It's not for me.