( 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

[notpatsy]

[ It's all who he is, and she loves who he is so the broken bits are as precious to her as any other part, much as she has a bit of a tendency to want to save or fix people. She can't quite help herself, when something is hurting her loved ones she wants to make it all better, so she gets bossy and pushy.

Fortunately, Bruce seems to be able to handle it. ]

Oh, good. That would have gotten really awkward otherwise.

[ How to handle feeling so ridiculously happy that you just might explode or something? Make a joke of course. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Some things just can't be fixed, and sometimes that's sad, sometimes that's just how life is. Like that song about cracks in everything— not that he always believes it to be true, but it's a nice sentiment. It's a nice thought to have, a good thing to imagine when he's feeling particularly low, and particularly not like himself. That light seeps through the broken parts of him.

He smiles a little more playfully, lips pursing as he shrugs. ]

I was just going to say 'thanks' and go to sleep, but it seemed a little rude to at least not pretend like I feel the same way.

[ Look, he's obviously joking, and obviously being an ass. He probably deserves a shove or something like it. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She pulls her hand out of his grip in mock outrage, pouting at him while petting Banner, who is giving them both a somewhat affronted look. Stop moving around so much, humans! ]

Well, if we're done with the pleasantries you can go to sleep now then and I'll give my time to the Banner who actually likes me.

[hyperkinesia]

[ That's humans for you, Banner. Consider yourself lucky they're just talking and not doing anything more. ]

Really? He's just nice to you because he wants you to pet him. It's totally a quid pro quo kind of situation.

[notpatsy]

[ If you fleshbags start getting handsy he is out of here. ]

At least he's honest about it and not pretending.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Well that would be sort of ideal, yes. But no handsy things will happen tonight, at least, luckily for the kitty. ]

You know me. The great pretender. [ Jokingly, as he moves closer and wraps his arms around her waist, leaning in to kiss her. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She puts her arms around his neck and kisses him back, which for the record totally counts as getting handsy in Banner's book but it's not unforgivable so he'll stick around. ]

Still being polite? That's going a bit above and beyond, isn't it?

[hyperkinesia]

[ Then they're always going to be getting handsy whenever they're together, from Banner's perspective. Too bad. ]

Pretty sure we've already established I'm a total pushover.

[notpatsy]

[ Silly humans.

Trish gives Bruce another kiss, feeling a bit glowy from the whole declaration of love thing still. ]

Excuse you there was no pushing going on for me to get that kiss.

[hyperkinesia]

Really? No, I'm pretty sure there was a little bit of pushing going on there.

[ His voice is a warm, amused murmur against her lips, his arms still curled presently around her, though he doesn't lean in to kiss her again this time. ]

[notpatsy]

Or maybe that's wishful thinking.

[ She doesn't lean in either, just letting her lips brush against his while she speaks. ]

Maybe you like being pushed around a little.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce purses his lips and shrugs, looking entirely unapologetic as he answers. ]

Can't say I mind it much if you're the one doing the pushing.

[notpatsy]

I wouldn't let anyone else get pushy with my man.

[ It's a good thing that Banner has fallen asleep again because no one deserves to hear this gross ridiculousness. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Like he can understand anything they're saying, anyway. But yeah, it is kind of gross. And sticky sweet too, but evidently neither of them care. ]

Your man? Is that what I am, then? You know people might laugh at us if you go around calling me that.

[notpatsy]

Well, you're a man, and you're mine so...

[ She shrugs, and then laughs a little. ]

Though that kind of sounded more creepy than affectionate.

[hyperkinesia]

Sounds more silly than it does creepy, trust me.

[ His voice lilts in amusement, gaze warmer and tone a little softer and quieter as he adds. ]

I'm your man.

[notpatsy]

[ She rubs her cheek affectionately against his, singing softly: ]

If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to, and if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you...

[hyperkinesia]

[ It's probably ridiculous for a man in his mid-forties to get butterflies in his stomach because of a song, isn't it? Well. That's happening.

But he still picks up where she leaves off, his voice not nearly as melodic as hers, hands sliding up her back, fingers splayed and palms pressing warmly against her. ]

If you want a partner, take my hand, or if you want to strike me down in anger, here I stand...

[ He trails off, then chuckles a bit. ]

We're ridiculous.

[notpatsy]

Yeah, but you love it.

[ Said before she gently bites his earlobe. She refuses to be in any way apologetic for her feelings, and so what if they are acting like a couple of teenagers? This is just theirs, it can be whatever they want it to be, including ridiculous. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He gasps audibly when she nibbles on his ear, eyes closing as he tips his head, at the same time trying to lean away and offering more of his ear and neck to her. ]

That's true, I do.

[notpatsy]

[ Trish is having to remind herself that Bruce was hulked out not too long ago and is probably absolutely exhausted because the man is just a big damn temptation on legs.

But since he's offering, she is still going to let her lips slide down his neck, tongue darting out to taste his skin. ]

It's okay to be happy, Bruce.

[hyperkinesia]

[ To be perfectly honest, he's not so tired that he'd tell her to stop, and besides having just gone back to normal he feels less tense than usual, the Hulk's presence not quite so marked when right after a transformation. It makes him feel like he can indulge just a little more right now, and that's... pretty great, actually.

He lingers for a moment after she speaks, but then leans away so he can look into her eyes. ]

I am happy.

[notpatsy]

[ Less tense is definitely a good thing, and she can't say she would say no to a bit of indulgence either.

She looks into the soft kindness of his eyes, and smiles too because how could she not? ]

Good.

[ She shifts a little and picks up the photos of her that have ended up on the sheets, letting out a small huff. ]

Man, look at that wig, it didn't even fit well.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He reaches for that particular picture since he hasn't seen it yet, looking at it with a somewhat puzzled expression. ]

I honestly don't get why you had to wear one. You looked much prettier without it.

[ And she's right, it didn't even fit well. It just looked like she had a lump of hair plopped haphazardly on her head. And it obviously made her miserable, so all the more reason to not like it.

He gathers up the rest of her pictures, then reaches for the album so he can tuck them in there. ]

I don't have to keep those, you can throw them away if you want to. But I like the ones without the wig.

[notpatsy]

[ Trish shakes her head and tucks the redhead pictures in there too. ]

No point in trying to get rid of it.

[ Patsy always came back sooner or later. ]

And I had to wear it because Patsy had red hair and god forbid I be my own person.