( 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.

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[commontype]

Eggsy goes to pick up his 'delivery' just like the rest of the crew, making his way down to the cargo bay, and snagging the package with his name on it. He doesn't get stuff every month and some of it he has no clue why he has, but this month, yeah, it takes the cake.

A box full of some kind of weird alien smut novels and men's lingerie. He hadn't asked for any of that, not that he wouldn't if the mood struck him, but it was weird it'd just shown up.

He's on his way back out of the cargo bay, rifling through the box, and not paying attention. Eggsy sees Tyler at just the right time, sidesteps him and twists to the side, and that's when it happens. The fucking box busts open from the bottom for no good reason, and everything tumbles to the floor. Eggsy sighs, and drops to his knees to start cleaning up.

"Sorry 'bout that, bruv. How you been?"

Maybe if he talks Tyler won't notice.

[whynotgoonmyown]

Tyler had just been finishing up his work in that hallway before going to check if he had anything in the mail, when he hears Eggsy sidestepping him and then all those things dropping. He turns to face Eggsy, curious at both the source of the noise and what happened, when the other man talks.

"Hey! Been good." He then crouches next to Eggsy, not really paying attention to what exactly is on the floor, to help him. "Got a lot in the mail, huh?"

[commontype]

Eggsy shoves the books and clothing back into the box in no particular order, pausing to glance up. He shrugs, a brow raised. This wasn't the crasiest thing to ever happen to him, but it was kind of random.

"Don't know where this shit comes from, yeah? Cause I didn't request it, but my name's on the box."

He's gotten some good, interesting stuff in the mail before, but this was definitely the most unusual. "Lookin' for somethin' to read?"

[whynotgoonmyown]

He chuckles at how quickly Eggsy tries to clear up that he hadn't ordered the stuff. "Don't worry, I believe you," he says as he hands over a few last books. "I've gotten stuff in the mail I didn't ask for twice now. It was also books, too."

At the offer, he shakes his head. "No thanks. Doesn't seem like my kind of bedside reading."

[commontype]

Eggsy finishes shoving everything back in the box, leaving at his feet as he stands up again.

"Got's me wondering where they even get all this stuff. Dirty books about aliens, men's sexy lingerie. Even got a whip once, looks like somethin' out of Indiana Jones."

There was a lot of disconnect between the items he'd received so far, but maybe there was some purpose to it, even if he couldn't see it now.

[whynotgoonmyown]

That... Makes Tyler raise an eyebrow. "Huh... And here all I got was books written either by people here or their relatives..." Makes him feel a little better about it all, at the very least. "I'd say mine was the universe telling me to start a book club, but... I have no idea what yours would mean."

[commontype]

"The library's got a few books written by some of the crew." Other books about people from crew's homes, too. Even though Tyler's just saying it, Eggsy bets the others would probably like a book club. Especially Elizabeth. "That I ain't havin' enough kinky alien sex?" Eggsy just smirks and raises a brow. "Don't know about the lingerie though. S' not really my size, yeah?"

[whynotgoonmyown]

He blurts out a laugh as soon as Eggsy speaks of the kinky alien sex. "Yeah... I guess that would be the message! Bit on the nose, as far as hints go, but..." He shakes his head to calm his laughter. "No, but seriously, it might actually be someone else's. That happens, right? 'Course, finding the proper receiver of those isn't so easy, but..."

[commontype]

Eggsy can't help but grin at the way Tyler laughs, shaking his head in amusement. "You think it belongs to someone?" He could always ask the whole crew, but that would mean, well, asking the crew if the sexy men's lingerie actually belongs to anyone. "It does happen. I've gotten stuff that belonged to someone else on the ship. Guess I can always poke around and see."

[whynotgoonmyown]

"Can't hurt," he says as he stands back up. "If nothing else, maybe someone will want to get those off your hands."

[commontype]

"Nah, ain't really worried about it. I mean, if it belongs to someone, I'll take it back. Maybe we should start a lost and found or somethin'."

[whynotgoonmyown]

He pauses to think about that before nodding. "That... Would probably be a good idea, yeah."