( 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

:D

[bloodthirsts]

[Seras lands onto the ground in crouch. The ember riddled shadows curling round her, constantly moving. Her glowing eyes snap to the frozen ghouls in shock and understandable caution before finally settling on the one responsible when he appears.

That was odd, she couldn't tell her was there before he revealed himself.

Slowly she stands up, pulling back her shadow into the form of an arm, though it remains obviously black and inhuman.

She's obviously reining herself in to speak.]

They require it, whatever they are.

[individualist]

Particularly difficult to keep down, yes. I've found even the legless ones make their best effort by dragging themselves across the floor.

[But enough about the Zombies, Seras. He's more interested in you.]

What manner of warrior do I have the pleasure of fighting alongside, might I ask?

[bloodthirsts]

Bit more a pain than simply hitting the heart or the head.

[She says, blinking at the odd phrasing of his words.]

Um, I... I'm a vampire. If that's what you mean.

[individualist]

[After living so long, his speech pattern tends to become a little archaic from time to time. At least he finally kicked his habit of still using "thou".]

A Vampire?

In all my years, I can't say I've seen a Vampire much like yourself before.

[bloodthirsts]

I've found that me and my Master tend to be unique. At least with all other vampires I ever met, in my world and from others.

[She looks curious.]

Um, I never met anyone who could do whatever you just did either.