thisavrou_log | ( 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Zam leans back against the transporter bulkhead with an amused smile.] Jealous? [She knows nudity taboos are particularly strong among humans, certainly moreso than changelings. Still, Miles hasn’t asked her to look away, and so she doesn’t.

If he’s expecting pity or disgust, he doesn’t get it. For one, human bodies aren’t really Zam’s idea of “normal” to begin with, so Miles doesn’t exactly shatter any expectations in that regard. Secondly, your idea of “twisted” tends to be rather more extreme when you can deconstruct and reassemble your skeletal structure at will. In short, Miles’s appearance just isn’t all that shocking to her.

She does seem interested in his battle scars though and gives an impressed whistle at the quantity.] Remind me to check out the job listings for “courier” if we ever drop by your galaxy. [Her tone edges somewhere between teasing and pointed; maybe she suspects that job title isn’t as accurate as Miles would have her believe.] Something tells me it’s more exciting than just delivering packages.

Almost. Not quite.

[ he manages a slight quirk of his mouth despite his body shyness. zam's stare is, at least, born out of a fundamentally different kind of curiosity, and that's kind of refreshing. he's still hesitating on taking off his trousers, conveniently stalling with conversation. ]

Oh, right -- I've been meaning to talk to you about that.

[ his gray eyes light up with some wry humor. ]

Security's moot these days, so I might as well tell you -- I'm not really a courier. That's just what they put down on the forms. I'm covert opsn, Imperial Security. [ momentarily unselfconscious, he flashes her a brilliant grin, a touch smug. ] I run a mercenary outfit. You've heard of the Dendarii, I trust?

[ you know, that mercenary fleet that bel serves in? yeah, that's his. ]

[Well, if Miles wanted a private conversation, a sealed-off transporter isn’t a bad place to have it. Zam listens intently, a smug smile of her own appearing on her face as Miles lets her in on the details.] I had a feeling you were holding something back -- you don’t seem the type to settle for something so… mundane. [Takes one to know one.]

I have. That’s the outfit Bel runs with, right? [In truth, she’s heard plenty. Bel has a wealth of stories to share and they happen to be the kind that Zam likes to hear. Given Zam’s first meeting with Miles and how Bel had listed “daring rescues” as the Dendarii specialty… Somehow it’s not at all difficult to imagine him at the head.]

That's right. I'm Bel's commanding officer.

[ he looks thoroughly pleased, and he shifts to his betan accent -- one that sounds far more american than russian -- and gives her a cheeky grin with a breezy salute. ] Admiral Miles Naismith of the Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet, at your service.

[ he lets his accent slide back to his (mostly) default barrayaran, finally shedding his trousers. but just the trousers. ]

I was keeping it under wraps in the interest of security, but there's not much point here. I'm a little too distinctive-looking to pull off being two people at once in the same place.

Charmed. [Zam grins, amused by being given all this information under such bizarre circumstances. Not everyday you find out about your friend’s secret identity while undressing in a locked starship.]

You humans do have trouble with that, don’t you? [Not even being able to pull off two identities? Perish the thought.] Are there any other secret identities I should know about? [A chuckle.] I’ll admit, I have some trouble imagining Ivan as part of your merry band of mercenaries.

[ miles actually lets out something between a snort and a choked laugh at that. ]

That idiot in the Dendarii? Good God, no. Ivan's about what he appears. [ despite the pejorative, it's a fond sort of calling his cousin an idiot. miles loves that idiot. ] None of the other Barrayarans have anything to do with the Dendarii, it's just me. And I promise Lieutenant Lord Vorkosigan is very much real and very much my only other identity.

[ technically, it's not true that the other barrayarans on board have nothing to do with the dendarii. gregor, for instance, technically owns the fleet. but no one needs to know about that. ]

You never know, [Zam says with a laugh. Stars know she’s played the idiot in plenty of situations where being underestimated worked to her advantage.]

So, you said you’d been meaning to tell me about all this. Any particular reason? Or are you just coming clean to everyone?

Oh, it's all been declassified as of late.

[ this is explained with an airy wave of his hand. because he went a little crazy during, oh, say, the entire month of march. ]

I'm not exactly making a blanket announcement that I do covert ops for a living, but you were one of the people on my would-be debriefing list. [ he favors zam with a winking grin. ] Scouting for new talent, you might say.

[Zam’s about to respond with some teasing retort about Miles sure knowing how to make a girl feel special when that last sentence fully processes. Their smile doesn’t drop completely, but something about it changes. Suddenly it seems less assured.]

Are you? Well… I’m sure you’ll find someone.

[For all the amiability with which it’s spoken, the rejection is still clear.]

[ miles blinks, a look of disappointment flickering across his face briefly. ah, that's alright. he'll give her time to think it over. maybe she'll change her mind. maybe she'll at least get curious as to what's involved in mercenary work with the dendarii. he grins all the same. ]

Oh, I'm sure I will.

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