( 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

[vaccination]

I know how this goes. This isn't gonna be over until one side is all dead. [She moves her hand off the wall to push back her hair.]

Kinda hoping that's not gonna be us. Especially since there's no coming back right now.

[pauldron]

[Knows how it goes, huh? Smart kid. Experienced, and she looks so young. Lightning can only sigh.]

Sounds normal to me. Getting a "second chance" after you die just makes people cocky. Makes them reckless. We don't need people being reckless now. [Or at all. Reckless people in a war...Eden. It's disaster.] Not getting a second chance means we've got a lot more reasons to be careful. Should keep anyone from just charging in headfirst.

[vaccination]

With all the goddamn organizations around here you'd think we would have had a plan for something like this.

[What the hell else was up here with them?]

I can manage from here. You look like you can handle those fuckers.

[pauldron]

Sometimes I don't think they've got a plan for anything anymore.

[Sometimes it seemed that way, at least. But she nods; she can handle a few shambling corpses.]

I can handle myself, yeah. [And she'd better get back to it. If Ellie says she can manage, Lightning will take her at her word and step down the corridor, back the way she came.] Good luck, Ellie.

[With what, exactly, she doesn't specify.]

[vaccination]

[Ellie quietly agrees with that. Everything is going to hell.]

Yeah, thanks. And you too--Lightning.

[What a name.]

[pauldron]

[If she thought that name was bad, she should have heard the ones of those Lightning had faced down in combat.

But that's for another time. Maybe. As things stand now, it's with another nod that Lightning fully turns and heads off down the corridor, back to the fighting. No sense staying in one place after all. That just makes you a target.]