( 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'd like to say he's got some pretty impressive self-control, but it's almost ridiculous how easy it is for her to make him hard again. Of course that might be just because he's still sensitive and hasn't had much time to let it wind down, but still. ]

It's bigger than most showers I've used in the past.

[ Then again, most bedrooms he's slept in while on the run were smaller than his current bathroom, so there's that. ]

So are we going now, or... you want to keep touching yourself for a little longer?

[ Said in a tone that makes it clear he doesn't mind either of those options. He is enjoying the show immensely. ]

[notpatsy]

[ Oh, she would happily do this to him all day. At least for as long as he enjoyed the game. As ridiculous as it might be, she loves how little it takes to have him so hard for her all over again. Just like it only takes the right kind of look from him to get her wet. ]

Both options have their appeal.

[hyperkinesia]

[ It's looking pretty obvious that both parties would happily keep doing this all day, really. As hard-working as he might be, right now it wouldn't be all that difficult to convince Bruce to just ditch all his duties and stick around in bed all day, so long as Trish was there too. And naked, preferably.

His fingertips slide up her legs, tracing lines across her thighs, slowing down just near her hipbones. His eyes roam slowly across her figure as he wets his lips a little. ]

Well, don't make me choose.

[notpatsy]

[ How bad could it be to play hooky for just one day? ]

What if I choose to keep you in this bed all day?

[hyperkinesia]

You could probably convince me with minimal effort.

[ Or no effort whatsoever, really. All it took was for her to take her shirt off, and look at him. All ready to not go anywhere at all. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She really is quite happy that it doesn't take more than that. ]

Maybe I should tie you to it to make sure you stay put.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He presses his lips for a moment, looking a little bashful as he speaks in tone of admission. ]

Then I think it's only fair to let you know I'd probably enjoy that.

[notpatsy]

[ She lets her hands drop from her breasts so that she can place them on either side of his head and lean down to kiss him. ]

Good. That's the point.

[hyperkinesia]

[ His hands slide up her sides and back as she leans down to kiss him, his head tipping to fit their mouths together, even if the contact's kept light. ]

So, no shower yet?

[notpatsy]

Hmm, I don't know. I was kind of enjoying giving you a bit of a show.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He chuckles, nipping at her lips. ]

I was kind of enjoying the show too, to be honest.

[notpatsy]

[ She lets her lips drift over his skin until she reaches his ear to nibble on it. ]

Want to see how I touch myself when I'm alone and thinking about you?

[hyperkinesia]

[ He sighs and closes his eyes, her words more than anything making him feel warm all over, his skin itching with the urge to touch her, to do something, anything at all. ]

Yes...