( 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

Oh Tyki <3

[bloodthirsts]

[The result of his throw is quite spectacular.

One moment her back is turned, the next she swings round, bringing up her foot and kicks the flying ghoul out of the air and into the already gore encrusted wall. A second later and she plants her foot in its chest, grabs it's pincer-like arms and rips them off, continuing to crush it back into the wall until it's chest caves in.

Then she looks at Tyki.]

What the bloody hell was that for?!

seras u just got an admirer

[phaseshifts]

[Oh he laughs with delight, golden eyes bright and excited.]

I just wanted to see what you would do! [Ah, he points...] It´s still moving, I think.

[Just nerve twitches and latent instinct still telling the thing to kill.]

o mai~

[bloodthirsts]

We're not playing tennis here!

[Seras looks back at the ghoul, then grunts and steps back, letting it drop to the floor before crushing its head for good measure.

As much as she enjoys the violence on a base level she doesn't appreciate having monsters thrown at her. With things quieter for a moment she approaches him, stopping with her one hand on her hip, the shadows coiling restlessly about her other side.]

Don't do that again.

UwU

[phaseshifts]

[He comes closer to her too. Grinning avidly, it doesn't seem like her words made much of a dent.]

What are you?

[bloodthirsts]

[Seras curls her lip and folds her arms under her breasts (the left one reforming purely for the gesture). She's not looking impressed.]

A vampire.