( 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

closed to tarn

[forwardmomentum]

[ right. so, miles probably shouldn't have come back to del pascia alone. because if he'd decided to take a friend or two along with him for this trip, he probably wouldn't be stuck scrabbling to the top of a high shelf in an effort to get away from a growing mob these...whatever they are, because he doesn't want what they're trying to offer, but they don't seem to be taking no for an answer.

miles thought that high ground would save him, but now as more of them gather below, he can see they're starting to climb -- slowly, but steadily, and miles jerks his nerve disrupter out of its holster and fires off a few bursts -- surely these things must have a nervous system -- but it seems to do fuck all, and miles lets out a few particularly nasty words in barrayaran russian as he scrambles as far back as he can, back pressed to the wall. it's a long way down from here. ]

Son of a -- oh, come on!

[sparkwhisperer]

[This whole 'mob of mindless creatures' bit is a right old party for Tarn. Having been given express permission to destroy, he's gone on a spree to vent his simmering frustration with his current situation.

By the time he even spots Miles clambering atop a high shelf, his hands, feet, and treads are already covered with gore and bits of bone. Transforming into his alt-mode, he is charging into the crowd of prisoners currently swarming around this particular organic. Of course rescuing Miles is the very least of his concerns. He's just looking for his next kill.

Transforming seamlessly back into root mode, he glances up at Miles, shoulder treads dripping with the crushed remains of a few of his attackers.]

You seem to be quite popular with these creatures, human.

[forwardmomentum]

[ alright, so miles has seen plenty of carnage in his day -- you don't spend eight years running around the nexus as a front-line mercenary without seeing some seriously ghastly sights -- but that is...something else. he blanches a little. ]

Uh...so do you.

[ okay, not what he meant to say. miles pulls himself together a little, gaze casting down quickly at the swarming hordes below. he recognizes the mech as tarn -- even if he's never personally made tarn's acquaintance before now, he's the personnel officer, and it's not as though he and megatron hadn't talked about tarn. right, so. proceed with caution. got it. miles clears his throat. ]

I don't suppose you'd be willing to give me a lift?

[ asking for a ride from the most murderous giant robot on the ship is totally proceeding with caution. ]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn stares at Miles with an air of indifference.]

I'm not certain what makes you think that I would stoop to doing such a thing. [Who does he think Tarn is? An Autobot? He looks away, stomping on another prisoner]

You'd have better luck begging Megatron to come save your miserable life. After all, he's the one that seems to suddenly care so much about you fleshlings. [He's not bitter at all.]

[forwardmomentum]

[ oh, does miles sense a bitter taste there? he's listening now, his ears pricked. his tone is mild and polite, although he's obviously a little antsy as he shifts further away from the edge of the shelf, as much as he can.. ]

Ah. You must be Tarn, then. Miles Naismith Vorkosigan, Senior Personnel Officer. [ he manages, somehow, to sketch tarn a bow from where he's half-crouched. ] Just thought I'd ask since you're, uh, passing through the neighborhood, so to speak. Anyway, I don't really do begging. You and Megatron had some kind of falling out?

[ he knows that already, but he's curious to hear what tarn has to say about it. ]

[sparkwhisperer]

[There's a subtle heavenward roll of Tarn's optics as Miles begins to introduce himself. He didn't ask. ]

I haven't been particularly quiet about my distaste for Megatron as of recently . He's become weak; a coward unsuitable to hold the post of leader of the Decepticons even if he hadn't defected.

[Transforming, he mows down a few more prisoners, clearing a path to get closer to Miles. The noise seems to have attracted even more of the hoard.

Perhaps this is a poor time to discuss his relationship with Megatron, Miles.

Back to root mode and he's mere feet away from the weird, stunted human. Close enough that Miles should be able to smell the blood covering his plating.]

I should leave you here to rot.

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles is making a valiant attempt at not pissing himself right now, and he'd like to think he's doing pretty well so far. in fact, he'd like to congratulate himself on it, because he can't think of anything more immediately terrifying than a giant, carnage-covered murderous robot getting all up in his business like this. would this robot know if he pissed himself? are cybertronians familiar with human bodily fluids? oh, god.

miles, by some miracle, manages to more or less keep his cool, smiling politely back at tarn with only a hysterical edge, gesturing politely with his hand. ]

Well, I'm certainly not standing in your way.

[ right, so tarn will probably turn and be on his way, and miles will...be in no less danger, really, but he could get a hold of clark or something, couldn't he? probably. except that there's a perfectly serviceable means of transportation right here, and...honestly, mostly curiosity. miles never has known when to quit. ]

So -- what does happen to a revolutionary movement when abandoned by its leader, though? I never really got a full picture of what went down. When he defected, was it an ideological jump back over the fence? We didn't really talk politics, but I wasn't under the impression that Megatron's opinion of Functionism had changed much.