( 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.
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. Specify a time if you wish as well.

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!

Comments

b, what a great way to start this cr off :|

[aequivoci]

[ Cross is taking a very short break — duty calls, after all. He's passing by the room without a glance when he hears the question directed at him, and he takes a step back to look into the room at the question bearer. ]

Over? [ a scoff ] Who knows when that will be.

[commentboxtroll]

There can't have been that many of them. This place isn't even all that big!

[ Yeah right, just like someone won't run into irritating holly fairy attacks every two steps down a path-- i mean. Anyway, he grumbles on. ]

Or maybe everyone's taking their sweet time doing away with some shambling corpses. Honestly...

[aequivoci]

There are the idiots who are using defensive maneuvers against the stupid things, or those who are just messing with them but not killing them altogether.

Either way, you would do well to stay withing the housing wings as the safe zone.

[commentboxtroll]

That's all fine until they mess up and let a few through. Then I'll be a sitting duck!

[ Who is he even talking to? This isn't even a remotely familiar voice. Someone new? Hmm. ]

Why would anyone use defensive maneuvers against a zombie? Unless they're stumbling into a bunch of them and all alone for some daft reason.

g get out you're not part of the word "within"

[aequivoci]

That's the entire point of messing with them.

[ he can't even judge: he's messed with a few of them because it's becoming boring to just cast and explode every other minute. ]

Ding ding ding~ Unfortunately, you do not win a prize for that accurate guess.

it just wanted to feel included

[commentboxtroll]

Do you mean the entire point of it is to let them through or get me killed?

[ Seriously though, he doesn't like the whole 'getting killed' part. He hasn't fixed that problem where it isn't reversible yet! ]

And no prize? What a letdown. Then again, I've been predicting everyone being idiots consistently for a whole year now, so being proven wrong probably would have been the prize.

it can feel inclded another time

[aequivoci]

Not to get those within the safety zones killed, per se, but those fighting outside of the safety zones. I already encountered one idiot who thought he could gather about a dozen of them from running around and lead them to another fighting Transport.

[ Well, Cross is fine with non-reversible deaths, since most "reversed" deaths are Akuma. :/ ]

There's always at least one idiot no matter where we are.

[ He opens his mouth to make another comment, but closes it as his eye catches something vaguely familiar. ]

You are roommates with Lenalee, I see. [ No need to question it; her name isn't exactly common... ]

[commentboxtroll]

[ Then he reeeeally doesn't want to know just how many people here qualify as Akuma by this point. ]

One isn't a problem. It's when you get a bunch of them and they're all the noisy sort. That'd be the Transports in a nutshell right there.

[ Warm and fuzzy feelings about his peers, he does not have them.

Lenalee, however, is another matter. ]

I am. How could you tell?

[aequivoci]

[ It's all rainbows and sunshine until the Earl makes an appearance. ]

My idiot apprentice is the quiet sort, but he's still an idiot.

[ Warm and fuzzy feelings towards Lenalee Lee? /frysquint.gif ]

I recognize one of her sweaters — it's my job to remember details. I'm not surprised she's fighting, of course — she's not one to sit by and let others do the work.

[commentboxtroll]

As long as he isn't the type that makes irrational demands...

[ And warm and fuzzy friend feelings! Friend feelings!

He turns to look at the mention of a sweater, but it's purely out of habit. He can't see anything, even if there is a sweater of hers laying about. ]

I guess not. [ Even if he's not entirely sure she's suited to it, but some thoughts are best kept to one's self. ] So just who are you, that you'd be memorizing a young woman's clothing?

[aequivoci]

Hardly.

[ Friend feelings. /FRYSQUINT.GIF ]

I'm her superior in our world — General Cross Marian. Her older brother would have my head if I didn't keep an eye on her while he is not present to do so.

[commentboxtroll]

[ It extends to 'might be vaguely upset if this person dies', okay? It counts. That is so friendship. ]

Right. If you're her superior, why haven't I ever heard of you? You'd think she'd have mentioned someone like you lurking around.

[aequivoci]

[ Fair enough. ]

Here, I am only her superior in name only. There's no need for her to mention my presence to you unless she finds it absolutely necessary. She is practically a woman, after all.

And what is your name?

[commentboxtroll]

[ Only practically a woman? Now that's a weird phrasing to throw out there. ]

I would've thought it'd make sense to mention it. [ Not that knowing her own general is around will stop him from tossing out orders when needed! ] My name is Caesar.

[ Last name omitted. It doesn't particularly matter off of his own world. ]

[aequivoci]

[ He has...a colorful way of stringing words together...

I also don't understand why I wrote that now that I'm re-reading it, oh well!!

And hm, last name left out purposely, or no left name whatsoever? ]

You're free to grill her about that when all is said and done, Caesar. For now, I do have...business to return to.

[commentboxtroll]

[ ha ha I kind of figured that but wasn't sure! ]

I might just. [ At least to ask what does the guy even look like, since... ] I sure hope that business is cleaning up the mess everyone's apparently leaving behind. See you around, I guess.

[ Well, maybe see. One can hope. ]

[aequivoci]

[ I swear I was going somewhere with that...and then I don't remember what exactly. OH WELL. ]

You are correct.

[ And just like that, Cross's footsteps signal his leave. ]