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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"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

Her reaction is passive, her eyes keeping the fear that they've been holding since he came to help her out. "You're already planning a next time? I'm flattered." It's easy to make herself sound like she's flippant and easy going, and that they've got all the time in the world to stand around and flirt. It's easy to pretend, even if it doesn't ever match the look in her eyes. Still, she offers him a smirk in return, and moves past him to guide the way toward the small corridor that leads to the back hallways.

There's a large gathering of the prisoners around the corner, and Cassandra spots the door to the side hallway right past them. She doesn't hesitate as she moves forward, determination in every movement as she attempts to clear as many of the undead as possible so he doesn't have to waste all of his bullets trying to help her out. His life is on the line here too, of course, but it's because of her that he's even caught up in this area.

She fights hard and fast, desperate to get to that door so they can try to find a way out in peace. She's running low on energy and knows that she can keep going even when she's got nothing left in her to give, but doesn't want someone she doesn't know well to see her as weak. It's better for her if he thinks she can kick his ass if it ever comes down to it.

It's the sort of flippant response he's used to giving himself when he doesn't want to deal with the heart of a matter, and it actually gives him pause, if only because it's always a little sad to realize someone else is that way too. "I'll wear my best shirt. Least amount of blood."

When they find the squadron of prisoners, Bellamy scowls, but at least in this moment it feels like it's laced more out of inconvenience than fear. Not that he isn't afraid - he's just gotten casually good at numbing it.

He follows in behind her and shifts to make his knife his primary weapon at first, even if the gun remains easily accessible. He manages to take out three before he grows too frustrated and switches back over to his gun. The door is so close, and he'd rather take out the roadblock to get to it than waste any more time, especially when he catches a glimpse of of tiredness from her - not a lot, but it's enough to remind him she's been out here today longer than he has. The sooner they get to the hallway, the sooner they can both recharge a little.

He shoots down the ones in the most direct path, aiming over and around Cassandra as she fights back herself. Bellamy's aim is good, having too much opportunity to practice, and though he doesn't kill all of them, he downs enough of them to make moving around less dangerous - not empty, just a little easier. "Door! Now!"

Hearing him take the lead and shout out a command, she moved into action as told. She knew that she needed to get someplace she could catch her breath, even if they couldn't stop moving for long. So she used the fallen bodies as a launch pad, stepping on them and leaping so she could reach the door faster. Her hand grabs at the door handle, missing the first time, but grabbing hold of it the second, and she flung the door open before slipping inside.

It's instantly quieter in this corridor and she sighs in relief, and waits for him up against the wall. Her head leaned back against it and she shut her eyes, taking in the feel of her heart racing. In some weird way, she had missed this. Even being here a couple of weeks had her feeling out of practice, and this sort of thing was more or less what her day to day routine back home consisted of.

When he made his way into the hallway with her, she promptly moved to shut the door, careful not to slam it. There wasn't any point in drawing more attention to them. "Can we sit for a minute? It's quiet, I think we'll be safe."

It doesn't hit him how easily he slips into giving orders; it's just a reaction, helped along by the fact that Cassandra listens. He's so used to it, he doesn't spare it another thought - especially because they're too busy racing for their target.

Bellamy shoves his way bodily through the rest, only shooting one more as he follows her up to the door, using his knife to slash through others that get close enough. He slips inside the corridor not too long after her, tempting to shove his body up against the close door and use himself as a block. He hadn't seen any of the creatures opening any doors, and he hopes that means it's not possible.

But it's quiet in the corridor. The door is still, and Bellamy feels like he can breathe for a moment. At her question, he just nods. He's learned to take breathers while he can, because sometimes the option just flat out isn't there. "Now's a good time. Don't know if we'll get another chance before we're back on the ship."

And he squats, exhaling a little in relief at the stretch of it.

( april event log )

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sorry this took so long!

it's okay! we're all in this together

i gotta get my head in the game