( 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]

[ He tries to let her words sink in, he clings to them like a lifeline, but it's not enough. He can hear his blood rushing through his veins, his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he fears that it's only a matter of seconds before green starts bleeding into his sight.

He shakes his head, exhaling shakily, his head dropping and his cheek resting against hers. ]

It's... not, it's not. [ God, he doesn't want her to stop. He doesn't want this to end yet. ] We can't. I can't risk it, Trish.

[ He's scared, actually. He's more scared of hurting her than he is eager to let this go on. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She slowly lets her hand slip out of his boxers then, because any other course of action would be inexcusable.

But she also wraps her arms and legs around him, not to tease him but to show him her trust. To show her own lack of fear. ]

I'm not afraid of you. I trust you. I love you.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He can't even complain about the loss of that touch when what he feels is mostly relief, and the way she wraps herself around him is more soothing than anything else she could've done. He's still aroused and he knows it'll lead nowhere, but that will die down soon enough; how safe and loved she makes him feel will stick around, and that's what matters most to him.

He lets his head slump, body relaxing and practically melting on top of hers, his face buried into the curve of her neck. ]

I'm sorry.

[notpatsy]

Don't apologise.

[ She holds him tightly, twisting her neck so that she can kiss his hair, loving the feeling of his solid weight on top of her. ]

You have nothing to be sorry for.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He still feels sorry in a way, even if he accepts her words and comforting gestures. Nuzzling against her neck, he kisses the skin there, pulling away too so he can look at her with a small smile, a little defeated almost. ]

You're too good to me.

[notpatsy]

No I'm not.

[ She hakes her head, entirely unwilling to accept this particular compliment. ]

Are you saying I should be sulking because I can't get you off? That would be inexcusable. I'm with you because I choose to be. Because I accept what that means. I accept you. Just the way you are.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce presses his lips a little, shaking his head at her. ]

No, that's not what I meant. Sorry. I just mean that you're sweet. And caring. And I love you.

[ He smiles faintly, then leans down to press a quick kiss to her lips. ]

Although it would be pretty great if you could get me off, I won't lie.

[notpatsy]

[ She chases after that kiss to give him another, playfully nipping at his lower lip. ]

We are in perfect agreement about that. Maybe there is some sort of super chilled-out sex technique we could use.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce doesn't even give that half a thought before he answers with a raise of his eyebrows and a shrug. ]

Tantric sex? I've never tried it but what I know of it it's almost like a mix between sex and meditation.

[ Not sure it'd work for him exactly, but... ]

[notpatsy]

Someone's done his research.

[ Adding that to the long list of things she finds sexy about Bruce. ]

I'll try almost anything once.

[ Especially with Bruce. She trusts him completely. ]

[hyperkinesia]

No research was done, I swear. I'm just really smart and know a lot of stuff.

[ And to be honest, he knows about it but he doesn't know a lot of details. He'll definitely be reading up on it now, though, provided he can find some information at the library or elsewhere. ]

Almost anything? [ His expression opens into mild surprise. ] Well, that's good to know. I'll keep that in mind.

[notpatsy]

[ She shrugs a little, and then rolls him over so that she can arrange herself on top of him instead. He was getting a little heavy. ]

Sure. I mean, if you want to take a dump in my mouth or something I'd have to disappoint you, but yeah I'm pretty open to suggestions.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Well, he might not be particularly heavy but he's still probably heavier than she is, so no argument there. Besides, he's all too glad to have her weight on top of him instead, and his hands settle on her sides comfortably, fingers brushing along the bare skin of her ass and lower back.

He makes a bit of a face at the example she picks, nose wrinkling into a clearly disgusted expression. ]

God, no. That's horrible. Never anything of that kind, I promise you.

[notpatsy]

People are into all sorts of things. You should read some of my fanmail.

[ Actually he probably shouldn't, might not be good for his blood pressure. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Right there with her already. He huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head. ]

No, I don't think I should. I'm great not knowing what sorts of gross things people think about doing with my girlfriend.

[notpatsy]

Prefer focusing on the gross things you want to do with your girlfriend?

[ She plants a few feathery kisses on his cheeks, forehead and lips before grinning besottedly at him. ]

I still get excited when you call me that.

[hyperkinesia]

Well, not those kinds of gross things, but yes. Absolutely.

[ He grins lopsidedly, arms curling a little more presently around her as he chases after her lips. ]

My girlfriend? [ Said with a lilt, equal parts amused and smitten. ] I like calling you that, too.

[notpatsy]

[ She lets him catch them, pausing the conversation to indulge in a slow, lingering kiss. ]

Appeals to my possessive side.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce feigns a look of surprise, though he doesn't even try to make it seem genuine. ]

Really, a possessive side? I'd never have guessed.

[notpatsy]

I don't blame you, I'm pretty subtle about it.

[ Demonstrated by how she leans in to bite his neck. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He lets out a soft hum and lets his head fall back, gladly exposing his neck to her despite what he says next. ]

You know I'm still kind of hard and you're not helping.

[notpatsy]

I know. I really like it when you're hard for me.

[ Is it frustrating that she can't give him the release they both want him to have? Yes. But part of her does sort of enjoy frustrating him just for the sake of the teasing itself. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He lets out a kind of chuckle, partly amused and partly frustrated, followed by a soft sigh. He can't even protest much because he does enjoy it, actually, though he pointedly slides his hands down to cup her ass cheeks, the very tips of his fingers grazing along her inner thighs. ]

Tease.

[notpatsy]

[ She doesn't mind that one bit, and she wouldn't be half as much of a tease if she didn't know that he's into it. They have to make the most of their situation, don't they? She certainly intends to. ]

That would be an entirely correct title, yes.

[hyperkinesia]

[ Well it is true, he's pretty into it, and it's obvious too. He grins lopsidedly, his hands settled confortably over the curve of her ass, no signs that he plans to move despite what he says next. ]

We should get up. [ To make it more appealing: ] Take a shower, at the very least.