( 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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[maskmaker]

[She saw the light fall, clatter, and roll off to somewhere unreachable. She's quiet, herself, staying off the floor where the monsters dwelled and holding on to a pipe on the ceiling for balance without much trouble. The mask is secured to her face, her cloak on, and she catches a glimpse of Shinji's face before the shadow swallows him up.

The poor boy. He was so scared of dinosaurs. He must be terrified, so why is he here? (Why is she here, she even wonders.) She shifts her balance, steps to the side and listens for any movements nearby as she makes her way across the space, toward the scardey cat down below -- and drops down quietly beside him, hands reaching out to grasp his gun so he can't shoot it and to cover his mouth to keep him from screaming.]

What are you doing here?

[imusntrunaway]

[He tries to scream. But the hand over his mouth only lets a weak noise escape instead. Shinji's eyes widen and he tries to see who it is, but in the darkness he can barely make out anything. He can't jerk his hand away from that grip, either.

A muffled answer greets her. He slumps. He can't answer if she has his mouth covered.]

[maskmaker]

... Stay calm. I'm not here to hurt you.

[She lowers her hand, keeping it close to his mouth still, and tugs him closer to the hiding spot so they're better hidden.]

Is there something here?

[imusntrunaway]

[Despite being jumped on, the woman seems friendly at least. Shinji closes his eyes for a moment to order his thoughts before opening them.]

... I don't know. It was... I think it was a monster of some sort. ['Monster.' Saying it like that made it sound like a horror movie. But that's not beyond the realm of possibility at all.]

[maskmaker]

... Reassuring. [She puts her hand on his shoulder, tugging him toward a direction away from said monster.]

I can't get back up. But if you want to get out, I can help you.

[imusntrunaway]

[No resistance from Shinji, who's figured out that the chances of him getting out on his own are not very good. He quickly nods.]

... do you have your weapon with you?

[maskmaker]

[A small movement. A head turning in his direction, and a quiet inhale before a small flame the size of a candlefire appears where the mask's mouth is.]

I do. And a knife. It's enough to get us out and high enough to reach a vent.