( 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]

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 ]

Oh my

[notpatsy]

[ When she begins to wake, an arm moves over the warm spot where Bruce should have been, causing her to frown a little in drowsy confusion as other sensations gradually filter into her awareness. Then, a slow smile spreads across her lips and she grabs the covers to lift them, peering down at Bruce. ]

Good morning.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce looks up when she lifts the covers, smiling while his lips still press to her skin. He's settled himself comfortably alongside her, elbows propped on each side of her hips to keep his upper weight up. ]

Good morning.

[ Well, she's not telling him to stop, so he doesn't. One finger trails down her stomach, drawing a single line across her navel and hooking on the elastic of her panties, lips following that touch. ]

Told you I could find my way.

[notpatsy]

[ It tickles a bit, and her stomach dips away from the touch while she lets out a lazy little laugh. ]

You did say that, yeah.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He slows to a halt right at the start of her panties, planting a soft kiss to the skin there. ]

Do you want me to stop?

[ It doesn't look like it, but no harm in making sure. ]

[notpatsy]

[ It is really tempting to make a joke about how he also said he'd be saving eating for the morning, but she chooses to shake her head instead, eyes full of amusement. ]

Definitely not.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Well. This is a kind of eating, so. Yes.

With her answer, he keeps going, finger tracing along the edge of her panties until he reaches her hip, catching the fabric on the other side with his teeth and gently tugging it down, just enough to expose some of her hairs, nose brushing over them. ]

[notpatsy]

[ For some reson she wasn't expecting him to use his teeth, but the fact that he does... is pretty damn hot. For one it's just visually appealing, but something about it just sends her the signal that he is going to love every second of this, and that sure makes her heart beat a little faster. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Oh, he fully intends to love every second of it, that much is clear. But he also plans to milk it for what it's worth, or at least make it last a little. Getting her underwear out of the way seems like a good first step, though, because he really wants to settle himself between her legs, but he wants the piece of fabric gone before he does that.

So, lips never leaving her skin, he hooks all of his fingers on the side of her panties, rather more decisively now as he tugs on the flimsy piece of clothing, getting it down to her knees. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She bends her knees to help him get them off, and if he wants to make it last she is not going to complain. She'll writhe and whimper and moan a lot, but that's hardly a bad thing here. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He's in a favorable enough position to guide them down the rest of the way, plucking them past her feet and abandoning them somewhere underneath the covers at the foot of the bed. His hand returns to her leg, fingers curling around her ankle and folding it farther up, trying to get Trish to lift her leg up and move it aside, his own head ducking underneath it so he can settle himself between her legs. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She grants his request and shifts so that her legs are spread on either side of him, laughing a little as she does even though there's nothing particularly funny about the situation. It might just be that she's happy. Way happier than anyone trapped in a parallel universe has any business being. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He shifts around until he's settled into a comfortable position, close enough that he can smell her, head turning so his lips brush along her inner thigh. Her laughter has him looking up, eyebrow raised and his voice amused when he speaks up. ]

Wanna share what's so funny?

[notpatsy]

[ Okay the one small regret she is having here is that she made him stop, because while he is close enough to smell her, that means he is close enough for her to practically feel him, which makes her feel quite squirmy since he still isn't close enough. ]

I'm just happy. And having sex in outer space, which just isn't something I ever imagined I would be saying about myself.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Luckily Bruce isn't one to tease much, even if he does linger a little right now. He presses a more present kiss to her inner thigh, then another one farther up, feeling some of her hairs ghosting the skin of his cheek, but he still doesn't do anything more than that. ]

Well, it is pretty surreal. The room almost makes it look... normal.

[ One arm curls underneath her leg, touching her hipbone and sliding up her navel, as far up as he can reach. ]

I'm happy too, that I can do this for you.