( 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]

When you say it like that you make me want to hit the library and look for all kinds of books and manuals on the topic, just so you know.

[ He's joking, swear to God. Although he has no doubt there's probably a number of relevant titles available, from a kink compilation to a guide to tantric sex. (Neither of those options sound half-bad actually, but anyway.) ]

[notpatsy]

Nothing wrong with that, it's a lot easier to try new things if you know about them.

[ And Trish is pretty willing to experiment. ]

[hyperkinesia]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ But for now he's more than glad to take things slowly, test out his limits and push them little by little to find out just how much they really can do. ]

[notpatsy]

But just so you know, I am already a very satisfied woman.

[ Just so he doesn't start coming up with stupid ideas about not being enough. ]

[hyperkinesia]

I know. [ He might have his bouts of self-doubt, but he won't think that. Or he'll try his best not to, anyway. ]

And I know you'd tell me if you weren't.

[ So that they both could try to find ways to change that, together. ]

[notpatsy]

Just making sure that you do because you have a habit of talking yourself out of good things just because you think you shouldn't have them.

[ Like sex with a woman he loves. ]

[hyperkinesia]

Right. I know, I got it.

[ He rolls his eyes just a hint there, because sometimes that's just how he reacts to hearing that being told to him time and again. Also he can be a brat too. ]

I won't, alright? I won't talk myself out of anything with you, I promise.

[notpatsy]

[ That makes her grin and give him an apologetic little kiss. ]

Sorry, I fuss over the people I love.

[hyperkinesia]

Yes, I could tell.

[ And he does appreciate it, honest. Besides, there is quite a lot to fuss over when it comes to Bruce. ]

And let's face it, you're totally hot for me.

[ So of course she'd want Bruce to want to have sex with her, and to try new things in the process. Not that he can talk, considering he's incredibly attracted to her too. ]

[notpatsy]

Wow, now who's being a brat?

[ No, she's not going to deny it because it is 100% true, but she is of course going to give him shit. ]

[hyperkinesia]

What? I'm just being honest here. Or are you trying to tell me you don't have the hots for me?

[ Said with a raised eyebrow, but it's obvious it's not meant as a serious joke. Oh, he knows very well it's true. ]

[notpatsy]

Well I did but now I'm not so sure.

[ It's a good thing that no one else hears these conversations they have because they would probably throw up. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ They'd deserve it for snooping in on them anyway. Bruce for one is entirely unapologetic about how gross and sticky they might sound right now. ]

Oh, really? In that case, I guess you can go back to your own bed right now, and we'll call this whole thing off. No hard feelings.

[notpatsy]

Well maybe we should, I mean you're going on about how I have the hots for you and not a word about you being hot for me.

[ It's true, intruders would be bringing this on themselves. ]

[hyperkinesia]

No, [ His arm curls a little around her middle, tugging her close as he hums playfully. ] You're my personal bed warmer. I don't want you to go anywhere now.

[ He tips his head and kisses her jaw. ]

And I definitely have the hots for you. I have them bad.

[notpatsy]

Your personal bed warmer? Well, I guess you deserve one after today.

[ He did perform some heroics after all. She fakes a long suffering sigh, at the same time as she tilts her head to invite more of those kisses. ]

Fine. You got me, I want you like crazy.

[hyperkinesia]

Good. That's always nice to hear.

[ Ignoring that long sigh completely, he takes the invitation and plants a lazy trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his hand moving down to grope her ass, fingers squeezing rather unceremoniously, just once and then letting go again. ]

[notpatsy]

[ It feels so nice, this casual intimacy that doesn't really have to go anywhere, it just is. It's not something she's had with anyone in this way for quite some time. ]

So would you call this the optimal way of winding down after a hulk-out?

[hyperkinesia]

[ If it's been a while for her, then she can likely imagine how long it's been for Bruce. Even for that while when he was on the run with Betty, things were never like this. There was always too much tension, too much worry and fear to truly enjoy their time together. Even if he did cherish it greatly.

This is just... different. Comfortable, casual, sweet. He could just sink into this moment and happily let days pass him by. ]

It's pretty perfect, yes... usually I go for a hot shower too, but that can wait until the morning.

[ And something to eat, actually. The mere thought has his empty stomach growling in complaint, but he ignores it. ]

[notpatsy]

By the sound of it you could use a meal too.

[ She can't resist slipping a hand under his shirt to pet his stomach, it's just the perfect combo of comedy and getting to touch the man she adores. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ His stomach arches away from her touch a little, and he wiggles in his spot just so, smiling as he ducks his head. ]

Probably. But it can wait until the morning.

[ He did use to have some chocolates somewhere in his room, but... ]

[notpatsy]

[ Okay that is just plain adorable. She keeps her hand under his shirt but moves it around to his back again so she's hugging him. ]

I should let you actually get some sleep then, huh?

[hyperkinesia]

[ He settles again as her hand finds a comfortable spot on his back, the direct touch of skin making him feel incredibly relaxed. ]

And you should get some rest too.

[ She did run around quite a bit down at the station, so they both need to recover some of their energy, it seems. He leans in and kisses her cheek, then her lips, more than alright with falling asleep exactly in the position they're in right now. ]

Sleep well.

[notpatsy]

You too.

[ She has absolutely no objections to falling asleep all tangled up in Bruce, so that is exactly what she ends up doing. ]

cw for a 'good morning' of the nsfw kind

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce enjoys a pretty peaceful night of sleep himself, and while they shift around just a little and their legs end up untangling from each other, they're still just as close when he wakes up, feeling well-rested despite still pretty hungry.

Trish is fast asleep and he watches her for a while, until an idea plants itself in his head and he spends twice as long wondering if he should go through with it or if it would be too much, if she wouldn't like that particular kind of surprise.

In the end, he decides to at least give it a try. Keep it slow and calm, enough that she can easily figure out what he's doing the moment she wakes up, and giving her the opportunity to stop him if she wants to. Slowly, he shifts down on the bed, disappearing underneath the covers, a hand sliding up her bare leg and guiding the hem of her shirt up until her stomach's exposed.

Once he's close enough, he leans in closer and brushes his nose and lips against the skin, planting a soft and lingering kiss there ]