( 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

[hyperkinesia]

Fine, then. It's not like it bothers me anyway, and besides you're the one who's a grave robber here.

[ SINCE YOU'RE CALLING HIM OLD AND ALL. ]

[notpatsy]

Probably comes down to Daddy Issues.

[ He could probably see that one coming from a mile away. ]

[hyperkinesia]

Oh, so you're that kind?

[ Two can play this game, and he's going to go the extra mile and make it even worse by adding: ]

Does it get you all hot and bothered if I ask you who's your daddy?

[notpatsy]

Hey, no kink shaming in this bed! And actually I'll have to pass on that question because I don't know who my daddy is.

[ Yes she knows what you're supposed to answer to that question but it's not like they're being serious here anyway. ]

[hyperkinesia]

For the better, honestly. If you said I was I'd just have to call off this whole shindig.

[ Really, he loves her but he's not going to play daddy. That's just too weird for him, though no judgment here. ]

[notpatsy]

Especially since theoretically you could be.

[ Sorry Bruce, she had to. ]

[hyperkinesia]

No I couldn't! I'm not that old.

[ Voice lilting in amusement, he pinches her sides lightly, enough to get her to squirm. ]

You're kind of a brat sometimes, you know that?

[notpatsy]

[ She squeaks and tries to squirm away, disturbing Banner who decides that the humans are getting far too troublesome so he hops off the bed to go find somewhere else to snooze. ]

I'm just emulating my elders.

[ Because Bruce is quite a brat king himself. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Oh, perfect. So they get the bed all to themselves, and Bruce can grab her by the waist and flip them around, so she's lying down on her back and he's settled next to her, weight split between his propped up elbow next to her head, and the side of his hip and leg sinking into the mattress alongside her. ]

You're even worse than usual today, for the record.

[notpatsy]

I guess you'll have to shut me up if you have a problem with it.

[ Because no, she's not going to stop being a brat, she's having way too much fun right now. ]

[hyperkinesia]

I guess I will.

[ And what a strenuous task it is, to tip his head and lean down so he can press his parted lips to hers, very effectively shutting her up. At least for as long as they manage to keep kissing— she may just be a little too breathless to talk by the time they draw away, in any case. ]

[notpatsy]

[ Yes, poor, poor Bruce. It must be such a hardship. Trish is indeed rather breathless once it becomes necessary to take a bit of a break, but not too breathless to talk. ]

I was thinking something more like shoving a pair of socks in my moth, but I guess that works too.

[hyperkinesia]

Well I'm still wearing a pair of socks, so that can be arranged.

[ In fact he moves as if to take one of them off, folding up his leg and everything so he can tug it down a little. Although it's obvious that he has absolutely no intention of shoving a sock in her mouth, much less so a smelly one. Gross. ]

[notpatsy]

Get that anywhere near me and I'm stuffing my underwear in your mouth. You have been warned.

[ She has no idea how they ended up in this ridiculous place but it's pretty fun so she's not complaining. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He stops still just as he is, sock tugged halfway down his foot, eyebrows raising and his expression changing into a mix of amused and somewhat dirty and suggestive. ]

That... does not sound as deterring as you think it does. Just for the record.

[ Honestly, Trish. Honestly. ]

[notpatsy]

[ Worth it to see that look on his face. ]

Just don't try shoving your boxers in my face because that will be a deterrent. But if you're into that I will happily gag you with my panties.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Going to go ahead and tug that sock off the rest of the way and toss it aside, doing the same with the other before pressing close to her again. ]

Don't worry, my mouth can find its way to your panties on its own just fine.

[ And oh yes, he means exactly what that sounds like. ]

[notpatsy]

[ Well good because she likes what that sounds like a lot. ]

You now, I think I might need some proof.

[hyperkinesia]

Does this proof have to be produced right now?

[ Well he can try, but... he is kind of tired. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She chuckles a little and shakes her head. ]

No, there's no deadline.

[hyperkinesia]

Good.

[ He leans in and plants a quick peck to her lips, settling his head back down on the pillow next to her. ]

I'll get to it soon, promise.

[notpatsy]

[ She turns on her side so that she can look at him, tangling her legs up with his. ]

No rush, but I'm looking forward to it. What other stuff would you like getting around to eventually?

[hyperkinesia]

I'll tell you when I think of something.

[ He settles an arm around her waist, really glad he didn't put on a pair of sweatpants now. It's really nice to feel her legs brushing against his as she tangles them together. ]

What about you? Anything in particular you'd like to do?

[notpatsy]

Right now I'm just really enjoying that we can do anything at all to be honest.

[ She'd like to keep finding out where the boundaries there are, but there's no hurry. ]

[hyperkinesia]

So am I.

[ He brushes his hand up and down her side, shifting a little closer so he can settle it at the small of her back. ]

Hopefully there's even more we can do. With some time and practice.