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( april event log )

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!

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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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[yes, he would carry both of you, bucky. because you're like, what, 90 pounds wet? but before he can say any smartass remarks, kaz is almost yanked away. it's a lucky thing that he was grabbed by his prosthetic and not his real arm. that's all the thought john can afford before he's grabbing his pistol and squeezing off another precious round into the creature's kneecap. it stumbles to the ground, the .45 bullet blowing away any important ligaments and bones.

he can see more of them coming out the nooks and crannies of the room, DEL spouting it's brainwashing garbage through them.]

Move!

[john clasps onto his knife, standing his ground to allow kaz and bucky a headstart. once they're in the clear, he'll follow. hopefully without too much trouble; only four bullets left.]

[ Once Miller scrambles out of the way, keeping a baton between his friend and the prisoners clawing for them, Bucky add in his own cheeky remark. ]

Good job.

[ If he needs a quick lift up, Bucky has that covered with a hand under one of Miller's armpits. Then they are both off with him barely keeping an eye roll at bay. These old men need the head start more than him. This is what he gets for having to be the damsel in distress today. ]

Jim, let's go! [He's going to let Snake get their backs. He trusts him to handle this. Bucky? Well, the guys is trained but he's definitely going to be easier to be carried off. So he forcibly yanks him after him, swearing under his breath.]

Trust me, he can handle it. [Or he better be able to.] You can take care of anything ahead. [Just so his pride isn't completely wounded.]

Edited 2016-04-25 06:10 (UTC)

[the creatures coming towards him are hideous, creepy, and barely able to walk beyond shambling speed. but he can understand why they're still able to overwhelm people, they have sheer numbers. he doesn't know where they keep coming from and he doesn't want to find out. he stays in place long enough for miller and barnes to scramble a few feet away, backing up slowly.

he's about to turn around and gun it, when hands are suddenly at his back. the one limb trying to wrap around from behind him is broken immediately, with the offender being tossed neatly over his shoulder. john spins to process the scene bebind him: a second longer and he would be surrounded.

luckily, there's enough of a gap in the pincer mob of bodies that he's able to slip through, wasting another two bullets in the process. he steps over the downed bodies to race up behind kaz and jim, touching kaz on the shoulder once he's close enough. it's a signal that they're safe from behind. focus on the front.]

I'm goin', I'm goin'!

[ Can't you tell by the crack of his new baton against the no-longer-standing prisoners? It's actually a much better weapon to cut path and keep them at bay. He'll have to remember that the next time zombies show up on his radar. ]

Decon up ahead. Twenty meters!

[Miller is damn glad for that. All the running he's done today, and heavy lifting, is making his leg ache more than usual. Not too much further. And the moment one gets by Jim, Kaz is able to grab it with his right arm without worrying about being grabbed back for any amount of time, and throw it desperately off balance. Jim's doing a real good job though. He'll tell him that later, when he's not dealing with grabby demanding people.]

[He sort of knows that Big Boss will be following. Torn between that knowledge he'll be there and that he's capable of some pretty shitty mistakes. He looks behind him to be doubly sure, and then focuses on that last stretch.]

[the closer they get to the decontamination area, the more the mob behind them seems to back off. maybe they're giving up or realizing their prey is too close to escaping. who knows, who cares, certainly not john, who doesn't spare a single glance at anything not straight ahead of them.

like bucky said, decon isn't far and they all manage to slide into the area like they're making a desperate run across home base. any of the creatures that had desperately tried to chase after that just crash into the doors when they close behind the three of them. they claw at them before just shambling away in defeat.

they made it. finally.]

Ha! Not so tough now, are ya?

[ Behind the protective seal of decontamination, Bucky beats on the glass that separates him from the mutant gang of prisoner, making faces and everything. ]

Barnes. If you don't get away from that glass by the time I count to three.

[Yes, he said that. And he's pointing to the innards of the ship. He's not dealing with those things blocking anyone else's route.]

[instead of letting the taunting continue by verbally warning bucky, john just grabs the kid by the collar and drags him further into decontamination. way away from the doors.]

Knock it off.

[because kaz is right; what if bucky's monkeying around prevents someone else from getting in here?]

Wha—Hey! [ Bucky's almost pulled off his feet. ] Jeez Louise, alright, gosh...

[ Old men have no sense of humor. But now that he's the one closest, he tries initiating the decontamination program just as he's done every day since they got here. For some reason, though, it's not working this time. ]

What the Hell? C'mon, ya dumb machine!

They're doing decontamination on the ship now. You turn in your uniforms and any extras and then they make you breath a gas to neutralize whatever is in the station.

Yes, I know it sounds questionable. [Considering what war Bucky is from.] I've already been through it once, though. You'll be fine.

[This is a lie. Kaz had felt terrible. Even accustomed to nudity in somewhat public settings under stupid circumstances, and in showers, it hadn't been to everyone.]

[Hell. he's going to have to take off his glasses again.]

[while kaz was about to struggle through the next few minutes, john only looked slightly annoyed. he didn't really care about the nudity part, he just wanted to get on the ship already. the faster they got away from this hell-hole, the better.]

Well, let's get it over with already.

[and there big boss goes, already removing his uniform top.]

Edited 2016-04-25 08:11 (UTC)

[ Uhh, what? Are they being serious? Ish is already getting undressed, and Miller looks just a little uncomfortable. ]

Whoa, wait. Are you—You're serious. Uh, no way, I'm not getting undressed!

[ Even if these men had seen plenty of scars in their time, Bucky's sort of put a hole in his golly-gee-ordinary-soldier act he's been hamming up since day one. Nobody privates don't look like a topographical map of the United States from neck to toes! ]

[Miller sighs in the middle of removing his own undershirt and has started undoing his pants.]

You have to do it, Jim. Here, you can stand behind me so no one will see you and I won't look. [He at least is taking sympathy because of how he felt earlier, even if exasperated sympathy.] But you have to do it. I saw how that got to Liquid. It's worth it.

[c'mon slowpokes, catch up. john's already kicked off his boots and is now sliding his pants down, underwear and all. he literally has no care in the world about being in the nude. besides, kaz has seen him naked probably too many times and that was before they ever got in that shower stall together.

he seems a little confused at why bucky is so distraught over this.]

Jim, aren't you in the Army? Can't count how many times I've had to get undressed while enlisted. [seriously. he's seen enough dicks and male asses to last him a lifetime.]

It's not that!

[ Please, fool, Bucky's seen all the ass and dick forever and ever amen. The problem is he's a walking billboard for everything he's done over the past four years, most of which is classified.

But if nothing else, Miller's warning of brainwashing is enough to make him think hard. It's the last thing he would ever want, to be possessed by someone or something else. No way, no way in hell. ]

Fine.

[ With his mind made up he moves in front of both of them. There's no way he's going to cower behind Miller like some shy maiden. So, quickly and unceremoniously, Bucky strips down and shucks off his uniform. He steps out of his boots, discards his boxer briefs and stands there stubborn and defiant with a scowl on his face that dared anyone to give him any sass.

Bucky's as scrawny as he looks, but there's wiry strength in there. Somewhere. It's more the scars that have him so put out with his legs spread and his arms akimbo. They are numerous, long, and graphic. Especially the two running down the length of his forearms. LOL OF COURSE HE DOESN'T STASH C4 IN THERE THAT'S SILLY. ]

[Miller didn't look as he'd promised. Why? Because he'd felt miserable in the weakness in his own scars the first time. He didn't give a damn about his ass or dick. After all, he'd shown off "the real Kazuhira Miller" at relatively little provocation. But he did guess there was something more uncomfortable there, without looking.]

[Miller went through and found the towels quickly this time. He hadn't cared so much the first go round, but he did end up looking as he chucked one at Bucky first.]

[Those gashes down his arms, questionable, but he's not going to ask about it. Not right then. Or so soon after, in general. But they were worth bringing up, whatever caused them.]

[The other he tosses so it hits Snake in the side of his neck and lands draped over his shoulder.] There. [And he's binding his own around his waist. For all he hated it, maybe it was good for Miller, having to get used to showing off those weaknesses.]

[but do you really have to stand there with your limbs all spread out like that, jim? john's still unsure, even after the kid's grand flourish, why he was so hesistant on taking his clothes off. granted, he had a lot of scars, including the ones that john knew were for the explosives, but so did he. big boss' body was practically a storybook of his entire military career, never mind the serpentine scar on his torso.

it's very clearly unnatural, very clearly done by a human hand.

they all have their hangups, but this is really no time to get shy, no matter the case. so john doesn't even look at bucky, beyond an initial confused glance. he doesn't let his gaze linger on kaz, either. he doesn't understand what the big deal is about scar tissue.

big boss puts the towel around his waist without a word to either of them. let them have their proverbial space.]

[ Yes, dad, he does have to stand like that. It's his power stance, it lets the world know he doesn't give any fucks even if inside he really does.

But Bucky is very much grateful for the towel he gets hit with, although he doesn't wrap the thing around his waist like the others. He puts it around his shoulders to block what he can of the scars. His wang totally doesn't take priority, which is fine. He has a pretty nice wang; it deserves to be shown off.

The silence, though, stretches on a little too long for Bucky while he stands beside the two older man. His eyes eventually roam over to Ishmael, and it's obvious he's about to open his mouth. ]

Didn't think I'd see the B cups again so soon.

[Miller just looks at John and shrugs.]

[That look is somewhere between, "You brought this on yourself" and "Are you going to let him get away with that?" It's not a well hidden look, though, and his gaze darts away quick at the reminder his eyes are exposed. Other than while sleeping with someone, he never removes his glasses. Barely even in showers. They're back on as soon as he's out.]

[But otherwise Miller says nothing and laments the lack of a National Geographic or TIME magazine or something, but no. He gets to stand in here and wait for strangers and their awkwardness.]

[what the fuck, bucky, put away your dong. john did, despite the fact that he sees the towel as completely useless. they'd all have to stand naked during the actual decontamination, right? what if something rubbed off on the towels? they might as well just throw these in those hazmat bags, too.

he really hopes he's gonna get those clothes back; those are his favorite boots.

all thought about his clothes are lost, though, the moment barnes decides to open his mouth. and then miller is giving him this look, no help at all. thanks, guys. you're swell.

with all the speed of the animal he was codenamed after, john reaches out and whaps bucky on the back of his head.]

Don't worry. After this, you'll never see them again. [seriously! stop calling his pecs 'b-cups'!]

[ He will put his dong anywhere he wants. Don't tempt him to put it on you, Boss. 'Cause he will. ]

Owwah! Hey! [ Bucky actually staggers a step forward. ] No sense'a humor on you...

Edited 2016-04-26 10:27 (UTC)

[To each their own. Miller still doesn't particularly like leaning his bare bottom against anything cold.]

Jim, don't check people out in the showers during decontamination.

[With this ship it was hard to place a definitive "ever" there and where he'd often went with female soldiers was part of a younger Miller's list of lewd sins on the MSF base. He's hardly one to go preach the gospel (despite doing that anyway).]

[But he figures he should say something. If with stipulations.]

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I SAW EVERYTHING I'M TELLING

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