( open ) our ag wing's back and you're gonna be in trouble (hey now! hey now! our ag wing's back)

[initiates]

Date & Time: October 31st, 3313, 11:59PM - November 3rd, 3313, ????
Location: Agriculture Wing, Moon Base to start. Cafeteria, warehouse, docking bay, VR rooms, Transport Pad, or Observatory later on.
Characters: Any & all!
Summary: Space Zombies are allowed out of the Agriculture Wing, slowly revving up their systems to try and infect and absorb as many of the Transports (or 12 Initiative Members) as possible.
Warnings: Log will be locked for potentially graphic violence. Please warn in threads should the violence or gore become graphic.
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Everything is a success at first, from the cool rush of air out of the Agriculture Wing once the doors are fully unlocked, to the heady sense of accomplishment for finally moving forward on something good for the long-term usability of the Moon Base. It's intended to remain a resource, after all, but not be a permanent home. Fraying tempers and the sense of cabin fever descending on Transports continues to showcase how important it is to get back down on Earth to regain some breathing room.

There's little enough dust between all the unmoving, unlit structures, many even supporting the barest dried husks of what once grew there. Upon the lightest touch, they disintegrate, turning into a dust that falls to the ground. The silent rows will be reclaimed and turned into functioning units, based on Transport efforts, and Transport time invested in the project.

There's just one problem. Something stirs in the reclaimed wing, among tangles of hosing and wiring. Skitterings and movements that make no sense for a long abandoned Moon Base. The further in Transports go, relying on magic or technology to generate light past the bare minimum maintained by the base, the more disturbing sights they may run into.

Of course, the most disturbing of all might be lying just around the far corner -- but don't worry, it's only a flesh wound. Try not to get surprised in the machinery, caught suffering from not looking up or caught making out with anything unsavory this holiday season, Transports. We need all of you to stay alive!

We can't bring you back right now!

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[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian spots Tempest as he's pulling his blade from a monster that crashes to the floor. The ways she's using her magic is impressive.]

Magic, very useful.

[hyanaimne]

[she blinks and jerks her head up, surprised to hear Caspian out here. Though, maybe she shouldn't be surprised. At least he seems hand with a sword]

It does make things a bit easier.

[ready_to_bloom]

[He nods, as he spins and takes the legs out from under the creature approaching them. He's pretty much covered in blood from all the zombies he's been fighting, luckily, none of it his, and his face is grim as he looks around.]

I think that's the last of them. At least in this area. More always seem to appear though.

He leans heavily against the nearest wall. He's been battling for a while now, and it's catching up with him.] I wonder how many there actually are?

[hyanaimne]

If they are not here now, they will find their way here. That has been my experience thus far.

[she gestures for him to sit down, because he looks as though he needs to rest] Rest while you have the chance.

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian sits, rather heavily, taking a deep breath.]

I've never seen beasts like this before. Mindless, and seemingly dead already. What kind of creatures are they?

[It's mostly a rhetorical question - he doesn't expect her to know any more than he does.]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest moves to lean against the opposite wall, remaining on her feet, sword in hand. Just in case]

Undead, but beyond that I know not.

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian feels bad for resting while she stay on guard, but he's grateful for these few moments to catch his breath.]

I've been here fighting since the Agriculture Wing opened. Do you know if they're contained here? Have they reached the living quarters at all? [A small shudder passes through him at the thought.]

[hyanaimne]

I think we would have heard if it had or not. They may have shut it down, to prevent them from getting in.

[she honestly has no idea; she at least hopes she's close to being right]

[ready_to_bloom]

I hope so. I hope all there are safe.

[He takes a deep breath and starts to climb to his feet. He shouldn't be wasting time, when the monsters are still on the loose.]

[hyanaimne]

[wordlessly, she offers him a hand up]

[ready_to_bloom]

[He takes it gratefully, and if he holds it a moment longer than necessary, forgive him, Tempest, but it's a small bit of comfort.]

Thank you.

[hyanaimne]

[that's fine with her; she could use the brief comfort, too]

Mmm. Shall we move on?

[ready_to_bloom]

[He nods, and lets go of her hand.]

We should. The creatures are relentless. I wonder if there's a better way to fight them.

[hyanaimne]

[she starts off, waiting until she's sure he's following to talk]

If they are truly of the undead, Holy magic may work. I am not capable of it, unfortunately, and I burning them will not work because something about oxygen and my fire not mixing well. [she sounds annoyed at that] Perhaps others have found a more efficient way.

[ready_to_bloom]

[He follows, sword at the ready, frowning as he listens to her.] That's too bad about your fire, because it seems a good idea.

If they are undead, I wonder if they could drown. Can you command water with your magic?

[hyanaimne]

I can, yes . . . [she frowns, thoughtful] I have mostly been using ice magic, though; it stops them long enough for me to remove the head.

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian's just been fighting non-stop for so long, he hasn't had much time to think about any kind of strategy. But now he finally is.]

The ice is probably best, then. And perhaps getting them to an airlock? I don't know if being out on the moon will kill them, but at least they won't be in here with us.

[hyanaimne]

[she tilts her head, thinking over his plan. It's probably a lot better than what she's been doing, but . . . ]

Where are the airlocks? And do you know how to work them?

[ready_to_bloom]

[He bites his lip, thinking - he doesn't know much about the airlocks, aside from what they are, and what they're for, and he's only heard that in asnwer to idle questions.]

I know I've passed a few down in the warehouse, and there's one near the transport pads. I don't know how to work them, but... I think could figure it out. Or would your magic work on something like that?

[hyanaimne]

My magic only works well at stopping technology from functioning, I'm afraid. But . . . [she frowns, thoughtful] Perhaps someone else may know.

[ready_to_bloom]

It would be good if we could find someone who did. [He sighs in frustration.] In the meantime, at least we're stopping them. Even if it's only temporary.

[Temporary indeed, because now more are bound to appear.]

[hyanaimne]

Temporary is better than not at all.

[but now that they've both said something about it, they've jinxed it. Tempest suddenly goes still, and soon enough the sound of shuffling can be heard at the other end of the hall]

[ready_to_bloom]

[He hears it too, and glances down at his sword, which is glowing an alert in his hand.]

Here they come. Ready?

[hyanaimne]

As ready as I can be.

[she hefts her sword in her hand, taking up a ready position]

[ready_to_bloom]

[He touches her shoulder briefly - he's become quite fond of Tempest in the short time he's known her.] Be careful.

[He steps forward to meet the first of the creatures, sword swinging as he moves.]