( 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

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Nihlus very carefully pretends he didn't see Riptide hiding his hands behind his back. Just because he's seen a lot of gruesome things on the job doesn't mean he wants to see it anymore than necessary.

"If you're not combat trained, I would definitely suggest returning to the Moira as soon as you can," he says, flicking a scan out on his omni-tool to see if there were other Del Pascians nearby.

There's some irony in telling the giant robot to go back to safety, but a civilian was a civilian no matter how large or comparatively dangerous they were.

[knaval]

"I fought in a war for three million years from the moment I came online up until about six months ago. Is that enough?" he asks, sarcastically.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

"... Three million years."

It's not a question. Not exactly. It makes sense that the Cybertronians could be extremely old, but he hadn't hedged on one of them being literally older than all of the known civilizations in his universe.

"Alright," Nihlus manages after a moment, idly wondering why the three million year old guy was asking him for directions here. "We need flammables. There's a repair depot not too far from here. You in?"

[knaval]

"Yeah, and I'm one of the young ones." Enjoy your existentialism, Nihlus.

Riptide pops an explicitly non-threatening squat when Nihlus seems to agree.

"Sure. You can get up on my shoulders if you don't feel like fighting along the way."

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Look, he did not get enough sleep to be dealing with this existential crisis in the middle of a fight with flesh puppet people okay.

Nihlus blinks at the squat and then at the offer and shrugs, patting the gun on his hip.

"You walk and I can keep the path clear, how about?"

[knaval]

"I mean, I can literally just walk through them. You don't want a break or anything? They won't be able to get you up on my shoulder."

He holds a hand out. C'moon you know you want to.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Okay, no, Nihlus is not used to being told to 'take a break'. He's a Spectre. He runs around like a hooligan pulling off impossible missions solo and taking control of a situation when it all goes to hell.

He stares at the hand longer than what was comfortable before puffing and finally stepping on.

"Well. Alright. Thank you."

This is weird. Everything about this is weird.

[knaval]

"No problem. You look tired."

Riptide stands up again, raising his hand to his opposite shoulder.

"Get on, hold onto the white thing and don't get too close to my shoulder," he says, well rehearsed. "There are bare gears there and they'll take an arm off."

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Tired?

Nihlus grabs onto the white thing as instructed and carefully makes sure nothing of his was anywhere near Riptide's shoulder joint. He liked having all of his limbs very, very intact.

"Thank you," he says again, a little less stilted this time. "You seem to have this routine down pretty pat. Do you usually carry smaller people around on your shoulders?"

[knaval]

"Not until I got on this ship. Never really saw you little guys up close much. I think the last time I did was... maybe a couple hundred thousand years ago?" he muses, starting to straighten up again.

"At any rate, it's not exactly hard."

[beautifulspaceraptor]

"Figures it'd be like lifting up a bug for someone as big as you."

He activates the magnetic grips on his boots just in case: didn't want to get tossed off of Riptide if something decided to startle him. Especially if the Cybertronian is going to be wading through a thick lot of unhappy Del Pascians.