( 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!

Comments

[enduringwinter]

[Richter's been in and out of housing, sometimes returning with some food or water, other times just slipping out to see if anyone needed a hand. He's spotted the other man barking orders but until now has kept some distance... But it's hard to tell what was necessary or what needed to be replenished when Richter himself had no real idea of what their supplies looked like. At this point, the whole half-elf discrimination was being pushed further and further from his mind in favour of making his little forays out into the dangerous areas a little more practical.

Fighting off those undead monsters was one thing, but he'd really not have it be a mindless exercise]

...

[nope, one moment, just needs to push down that irrational part of himself okay...]

[and he makes his way over to where Charlie is] What do you need?

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie's busy shifting supplies in the stack when Richter approaches. He unceremoniously shoves a crate into the other man's arms the moment he makes himself available.] For starters, you can hold this for a moment.

[He turns back to the pile, marking down a few things on his tablet - keeping track of what they have, what they need, what they're running low on.] So what're you good at then? There's things that need doing all over.

[enduringwinter]

-!! [out of reflex, Richter holds onto the crate and doesn't drop it. Though the slight grunt of annoyance reveals his opinion of this treatment. Thanks, Charlie]

... Healing, fighting... [he watches the other take down a few more notes but doesn't elaborate any further]

[alittlesweptup]

[And thank you very much for being a human shelf for a moment.

Charlie makes a low noise, wrinkling his nose. He draws up a few more files and after a pause--] We need to get the route through to the cafeteria clear so supply runs aren't such a mess. [He finally looks up, giving Richter proper once over for the first time.] If I find you a few more people, d'you think you could set about that?

[enduringwinter]

[...]

I could, though I can't guarantee it staying that way.

[after a moment, he shifts the crate in his arms] Where did you want this?

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie makes a dismissive noise and a vague 'over there' motion to a clear patch of floor to Richter's left.] Anywhere's fine.

I don't care if it stays that way, we just need to clear the corridor long enough to make a run to the cafeteria and back. We'll all be eating uncooked rice at this rate if something isn't done.

[enduringwinter]

[and off he goes to set it down, close to the other supplies and out of the immediate way. Richter's a little relieved to hear that at least this guy had a better idea of how to run organizations than Brute ever had. More realistic expectations too, compared to many humans Richter knew from Aselia. Definite marks up for Charlie]

[there's small puff of air which may have been a laugh at the 'uncooked rice' comment] Fair enough.

[a pause] You have a much better handle on this situation than some of the others I've seen.

[it's meant to be a compliment?]

[alittlesweptup]

Tch. [Charlie hisses out between his teeth, quickly bringing up a few notes on his tablet so he can figure out where to send this guy.] I'm just doing what needs to be done.

--You do any magic? What's your name?

[enduringwinter]

[a thoughtful hum]

It's Richter.

Mostly water and darkness element. [pause] I know the theory for magic of other elements, but I doubt using fire in an area we need to pass through is safe.

[alittlesweptup]

[God bless, a man with half a lick of sense.

Charlie makes a low noise of acknowledgement, clicking through a few screens on his tablet.] I'll see if I can't fix you up with someone who can do the heavy lifting then, shall I?

[enduringwinter]

[the joys of a science background. High fives for all]

[this is beginning to feel like a Katz mission...] Sounds fair.

So what should I address you as, seeing as how you're the man behind this operation?

[alittlesweptup]

Cutter. [Is the clipped answer he gets and Charlie doesn't look up to give it.] Though I can tell you now that it won't get you far outside of what I'm setting up right now.