( 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

[warandpeace]

"It actually takes almost a tonne of high quality dog food to sustain a full sledding team just through the duration of the race." Miller still coming equipped with more information than someone would expect. Just this storage shed of random facts he'd collected from every place because he was interested.

"So somehow, he had to come up with that much food for at least one competition, to have available in the span of just a few days. And the maximum dogs allowed for a single sled in the race is sixteen." So in a way, Liquid wasn't wrong. If it was something someone did, for the time that they did it, it had to be their livelihood. A full investment.

The talk was helping with the strong feelings of unease that had been striking him, too. Better to think about that. The rest he shoved to the back of his mind to ask David about later. He'd be able to tell him more.

[saveyourserpent]

"At that point you'd have to buy the whole bloody pet food shop."

It wasn't anything Liquid'd ever be able to do that, he knew that one. One, he'd be able to handle, like he'd said. Hell, maybe even two (although he'll definitely just start with the one). But sixteen, he couldn't handle, and fifty he couldn't even fathom.

The hell else did his brother do?

It took him a moment to really realize that he hadn't even thought about staying on the station in a good bit of time. And now that he thought about it... he wasn't so compelled to mention it, either. Oh sure, it was still there in his mind, but he could control the thoughts.

He could control the thoughts. His eyes widened. But he couldn't be sure just yet.

"So how much does just one need?"

[warandpeace]

"You know how much more food an athlete needs than a normal person. Well, working dogs require about twice as much as one that leads a more casual life. A few cups of food a day, preferably mostly meat proteins and low in grains.

"The amount of food varies on the energy the dog would need."

But then he heard the last call for the transport to leave, the sound of the engine, and having no desire to end up publicly nude more than necessary he rose to his feet.

"Alright. I'm going to go. You should be safe once you're away from the station." He hoped, anyway.

[saveyourserpent]

"Ah. I see." He could feed one dog easy then, especially since it wasn't going to be doing all that much. Just get some meat from the kitchen or something.

Liquid almost felt compelled to try to convince Miller again, or to get up and leave before the transport headed out, to head back to the station. But he stopped himself. Took a deep breath. He could get through this.

All thanks to Miller. "...Thanks. For everything. But if you tell anybody...." He let the threat hang in the air, as empty as it may have been. He wasn't too keen on dealing with any sort of punishment around here.

"I really appreciate the help."