( 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]

He said he thought I'd known. And he listened to me about Ahab. [Even if it required throwing a punching fit at him.] He told me he doesn't look at me any differently from back then. [Which said something, and after a little defensive tug, is ultimately the reason he lets Ocelot take it. Even if immediately he feels just as exposed as without his glasses, and his hand looks poised to cover it again. He'll have to get used to it at some point, though.]

But that's not what did it. I got angry when I was on my own. I almost broke something important to me. [His MSF guitar, almost smashed against the tree in the gardens. All he's ever done is break everything important to him, or fail at holding it together, even if he doesn't break it directly.] So I decided to talk to him.

[But he's not asked about his plans, his secrets, his ideas. He's just talked to him as a person. Perhaps the fact he hasn't will eventually raise some sort of skepticism. But right now, he knows all that he needs to know.] Anyway, I realized that to accept Ahab, he needed him to think with his agendas or he would have put him down. But still... He could stand being his own man while he's here. I'm glad he has the dog. Big Boss never had one. Never had the time to spend on one. I'll probably give him one of the pups, though.

[yer_pretty_good]

[Since Miller is going to trust John with one of the puppies, it must mean things are a little better between them.]

That's kind of you. I know he'll appreciate it.

[Having DD has been good for Ahab, so having a dog will probably be good for Big Boss, as well. Since they're all trapped on this station, maybe it's their only chance at living a semi-normal life for awhile.

The towel is folded and set over his own shoulder. Not that he has anything he needs to cover up.]

[warandpeace]

Liquid wanted one too.

I ended up saying yes.

[If nothing else, to bring the humanity out in the other man. Though he does remember to call him Liquid- not so much because the younger man can't stand the name Eli, but "Liquid" is the only name Solid really truly knows him by.]

Figure it shouldn't be too hard to find homes for them.

[The transition from prosthetic-to-phantom-arm is pretty seamless. The generator in the cap is glowing faintly at the bottom, not terribly bright. Just enough to show it's functioning. It keeps the shape of his shoulder, too, cupped over it. Once it's flesh toned, finalized, it'll barely be odd at all. Right now it's just a little bizarre.]

[yer_pretty_good]

[Ocelot is glad Miller has used the technology of this place to his own benefit. Maybe he'll feel different when he's 'whole' again. He'll certainly be a bit more useful with a working arm and leg, since they might need every capable fighter. Who knows what they'll run in to next.]

If you need any help with some training, just let me know.

[warandpeace]

Yeah, I'm keeping it in mind. [There are a few people in mind, but one? He's not been mentioning if he can help it. And the other? Secretly a spy. Emphasis on "secret".]

[Makes it hard to bring up names.]

Mama's staying a civilian, though. Other than some basic training. Figured if I have a normal life one day, she'll be my practice run.

[As normal as he can manage.]

[yer_pretty_good]

[Ocelot nods in understanding. That dog was meant to be a companion, not a field partner.]

Basic training is fine if that's what you want.

[Ocelot enjoys working with dogs, so he'll be pleased just to teach her to sit and roll over.]

[warandpeace]

With the pups, training will go a long way. Especially since this ship relies mostly on salvage. The dogs could provide some warning and the ability to locate both supplies and dangers.

[Plus, as far as sled dogs go, Huskies are on the smaller side.]

[And the dogs are easier to think about than any other complication. Miller turning his mind to practical things.]

It won't work in the training simulation room, though. No smell. Technology in there only goes so far.

[Unfortunately.]

[yer_pretty_good]

The cargo bay might make a good training ground.

[Plenty of places to train those noses.]

[warandpeace]

Where did you learn to train dogs?

[He guesses that, on some morbid level, it's probably not that different from what he does with people.]

[yer_pretty_good]

[Miller is right about that.]

I was stationed at a base for a year that had a large kennel. I took up the hobby there and found I enjoyed it.