( 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

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid seems to be enjoying his sugary leaf water all the same, so all is well on that front.] Where I come from, there's things I'd say might be similarly bad, just less... strange. [Says the genetically enhanced clone who was a child soldier.]

Well, clearly. There's no reason to trust the damn thing. Doesn't mean it doesn't talk a good game, though. There's times when I've thought, oh, hey, this thing sort of has a point, doesn't it? I know the difference, though. I've got no reason to stick around down there.

[hellsbel]

[then all is indeed well with the tea, anyway. broods over their own glass, nodding.] Sometimes the worst happens in the most mundane way. [inquiring look, inviting elaboration on 'where I come from,' though it's not Bel's habit to push for personal details; plenty of people back in the fleet preferred not to talk about their pasts. and Liquid's is certainly complicated; that'd be obvious merely from how many doubles he has on board.]

It does talk a good game. Fluff, though, no purpose or reason. It was like that back over Emiri, too... the promise of something good, a general feeling of anything you'd ever want, if you just stopped asking questions. [reaches across to pat his knee] Good to know somebody has some sense.


[[Up to you what Liquid might have mentioned about his life before; I'm mostly canonblind except for the clones and cardboard boxes and didn't want to assume. XD; ]]

[saveyourserpent]

[Glancing over his cup, Liquid raises an eyebrow at the look, just shrugging. He's pretty sure he's interpreted it the right way, anyway.] In general. Explaining that'd take forever, I'm sure. I think wherever you go there's going to be something like that.

[Yeah, Liquid, that's a good answer there.]

Right. Just trying to give us what it thinks we want. Heh... I'm sensing a pattern if something like this's happened before. Although I'm not entirely sure what the pattern is. Might need to check out a few more stops.

[((he's pretty sure his brother's told people stuff (although he doesn't necessarily have evidence of that happening) so he's not massively secretive, but he prefers to not talk about the bad things a ton. I'm gonna say he's let the clone thing slip just because.))]

[hellsbel]

[the 'worse' usually doesn't make for comfortable conversation, no. can certainly respect leaving it in the dark.] I suppose so. I've been there myself, thankfully only for a visit. Still want to nuke the hell out of the place someday. [ah, pipe dreams. after getting the innocents offworld first, of course.

laughs at the mental image of Snake visiting each new planet with clipboard in hand] I keep hoping the next stop will be the last one. Here's to a tiny, useless sample size? [raises their glass in a toast.] Ceti didn't want us to stay; they couldn't get rid of us fast enough. But we left them better than we found them. Can't say that about everywhere.


[[Sounds good! Clones have the same human rights as everyone else on Bel's home planet but are horribly exploited on another planet in Bel's universe, so they tend to listen up when cloning is mentioned but would never treat him differently because of it. Bel might have asked for the basics because they're roommates, but would have been content with any simple explanation if there didn't seem to be a massive conflict situation going on like the one with Rinzler and Tron.]]

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid sips at his sugary tea, silent for a bit.] Heh. Can think of things I've wanted to nuke too. [It's funny. He'd pretty much stolen a nuclear-equipped walking tank before he died. Not something he's mentioned to anyone on the ship who didn't know about it, really, though.]

Hm. [Liquid would probably rather hit things with the clipboard than take notes, but still. He looks rather curious, head tilted slightly to the side.] Do things often not go so well, then? [That... doesn't necessarily sound good for this place. But maybe the track record isn't so bad in the long run.]

[((I don't think cloning's a normal practice around where Liquid's at, and there's a lot of circumstances around his birth plus he's lived his whole life thinking he was meant to be inferior to his brother and a flawed copy of his father so he's got some Issues about it. As much as he likes complaining about it he probably doesn't give all the details.))]

[hellsbel]

It's a pleasant fantasy sometimes.

[shrugs moodily] Since I've been here, no. Strange ship, strange route. [half-smile] Strange crew. Strangest I've seen in two decades in space, but there's a significant pool of talent aboard for a crew where the the only criteria for entry seems to be 'show up'.


[[That'd remind Bel of Miles's recently discovered clone-brother Mark, who arrived in April and has being-a-clone-raised-to-kill-his-brother issues through the roof. XD; Bel would insist that clones are their own people and can't be compared to their progenitors or siblings.]]

[saveyourserpent]

Sure is. Maybe not for everyone, but oh well. [He laughs. No, terrorism is pretty frowned upon, Liquid.]

This is my first time in space, so for all I know this is completely normal. I mean, who knows what they're not telling you, right? [He sips at his tea.] Guess they've got lucky on the 'people who know how to do things' front.

[((Yeah his solution was pretty much be angry his whole life and want to murder his family (so it's reeaaaally hard having his brother and father onboard) but I think he'd appreciate the sentiment.))]

[hellsbel]

[very ironic grin] Can't sue us for thinking about it. [not while they aren't on Beta, at least.

meditatively] Not so different on the ground, is it? Different landscape, same evasions and screwups. [smirk] Most of the aliens aren't even that different to us. I was expecting more tentacles.


[[familicide is wrong though, Liquid, you should talk to someone~]]

[saveyourserpent]

Shh, don't give them any ideas. We don't need a thoughtcrime division. [Although he's pretty sure that'd just be the same sort of slap-on-the-wrist punishments that tend to get doled out here anyway.]

I can think of a few big differences, but yeah, the principles are pretty similar. [He laughs.] Careful what you wish for, before we end up on planet octopus. So, crew's weirder than the planet residents, then? Suppose I did see a lot of human-looking people on the last one.

[((NO WAY it's fine it's normal))]

[hellsbel]

Too late, the telepaths probably already heard it. [if there were a thought crime division, they'd all be in the hold.]

Personally I'd prefer Planet Octopus to Planet Spider. We already had Planet Whale; where's it going to end? -- You tell me; talking rocks, sentient computer programs, children merged with peat moss, skeletons and goat-people, shapeshifters, robots so old they're practically immortal, not to mention all the superpowers... sometimes I feel like the odd one out.

[says the genetic-minority human with two sets of bits.]


[[but Liquid, they're also people]]

[saveyourserpent]

We'll just have to make sure they keep quiet about it, then. [That'd be a hard voyage to get done.]

I could handle Planet Spider. Wonder if they'd be regular spiders, or really big ones? [He looks down into his glass.] When you've got a friend who can read minds and float around you sort of get used to feeling like the normal one. [Even if he's not all that normal to start with.] But yeah, I haven't seen this many bloody... well, "superpowers" is the best way to put it, ever. It's a little jarring to see, but also sort of fascinating. Maybe whenever we go somewhere it's more like we're the aliens.

[((IT'S COMPLICATED.))]

[hellsbel]

[wicked grin] Thinking about how to keep them quiet?~ [if you weren't before, you are now! ^^]

Yes... it's disconcerting sometimes. The scale of it, what they can do.... [that glass memorial in the garden, its strange, unsettling reflections....]


[[YE-E-ES, THAT'S WHY TO TALK TO SOMEONE]]

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid grins right back.] Hah, I know how to keep them quiet. Don't worry about it.

[He takes a long drink. Mmm, sugary.] Disconcerting, but sometimes a bit fascinating. Like, instead of just one or two, suddenly there's so many people with different things going on. But hey, at least I can punch things.

[((NOOO NEVER))]

[hellsbel]

[laughing] Our superpower is being normal? And punching things. I'll drink to that.

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid raises his mostly finished glass.] I wouldn't call myself normal by a long shot in any other situation, but here? Just about.