( 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

[onehundredswords]

[...sorry Miranda, but the opportunity to mess with you is just too strong.]

...why, this whole time! Don't tell me you didn't even notice me?

[Although he feels like there's something here too, lurking somewhere around them. Best not to bring it up unless it decides to show itself however, considering how jumpy the girl is.]

[timehalt]

[ OH GOD please don't be offended; please, please! She just didn't notice! This place is just too creepy.]

Oh! Oh, no, I'm so sorry! I was--I was a bit distracted and I didn't---I'm very sorry!

1/2

[onehundredswords]

You didn't even notice me...how cruel.

[onehundredswords]

Just kidding.

[But he feels like this could go on all day if he keeps it up, so he decides to quickly move on.

He takes a step or two forward to look around, trailing a finger along a piece of machinery.]

This place is creepy, huh?

[timehalt]

I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to!

[She swallows, and wonders if the abrupt subject change is to shut her up--but it is a question, and she can't help but want to answer.]

Ah, yes. But it's probably nothing. It's been a long time since anyone's been in here after all.

1/2

[onehundredswords]

All the more reason for there to be somethin' here. Better make sure you don't-

[Except there's a sudden noise in the distance - a groan? Or a creak? Maybe even a thud. He can't exactly make it out.]

sorry this is so late! computer problems

[onehundredswords]

[He stays quiet for a second or two, then speaks without looking over at her.]

Did you hear that?

no problem!

[timehalt]

I'm sorry?

[ She pauses, trying to remember or listen for another sound.]

No, I don't...I don't think so?

1/2

[onehundredswords]

[The minutes she says 'no', any further talking is interrupted by him shh'ing her.

Silence.

Dead silence, even.]

omfg i was so sure this sent earlier im sorry lmao

[onehundredswords]

[After a moment or two there's more noise, this time audible in comparison to before, a collective series of distant shrieks and hisses that although faint, steadily becomes more audible with time, indicating an approach.

Well shit.]

Ya' heard that, I take it.

I think we oughta leave.

no worries! I knew you'd get to it soon!

[timehalt]

[ Ahaha oh boy, did she. ]

What--what is that?

[onehundredswords]

[His first thought is "dumb question", so he turns to her and just smiles.]

Well if you'd like, we can wait around and find out!

[timehalt]

Well, no, I'm not sure that's a good idea, but--[ She's an Exorcist, they're not supposed to run, right? ] If there's--I can put up Time Halt if we need it, but there might be people coming from there, too...

[onehundredswords]

[Timehalt, if it's exactly what it sounds like, sounds useful. Still...]

Ya' don't look like you got the constitution for stickin' around if I'm honest. If anything goes down, I'll be no help - so consider it carefully.

[If he has to fight though, he will. He just doesn't want to.]

[timehalt]

I know. I know but--I can't just leave! What if--what if what's coming is going to hurt people!

[ She's more than a little terrified, but she's also got enough self-loathing to not want another decision to pile on top of it. ]

You can--you can run if you want, but--but I'll...

[onehundredswords]

Hm.

[Unfortunately, even if he did want to run, he knew that wasn't much of an option since he turned around, because...]

Bit too late for that, I think.

[And standing behind them blocking the way they came in? Zombies shambling towards them. He offers her a little gesture, pointing behind her, then shrugs. He'll speak up again once she's seen them.]

And considerin' those noises were comin' from the other way, we probably ain't too far off from bein' surrounded.

[timehalt]

What do you--

[ The good thing about being prepared for bad news is that she doesn't quite scream when she sees the monsters, but she does take very quick steps back. ]

Surrounded? But--what do we do now?

[ So much for her crazy plan. ]

[onehundredswords]

Ugh, geez. Ain't this a real mess...

[His tone of voice is like something you'd hear from an adult, dealing with a child who's done something wrong, but in an amused sort of way - "you little rascal" compared to "you little piece of shit".

So he reaches within his jacket and pulls out his sword.]

I guess I'll have to fight too.

Only on the condition you don't tell anyone I helped you out, alright? Otherwise I'll leave you for dead.

[timehalt]

Ah?

[ Wasn't he just saying he wasn't going to do anything? There is a distinctly vague-ish memory of her saying something about taking care of this. ]

Excuse me?

[onehundredswords]

[Capriciousness, thy name is Ichimaru.]

I said if you don't agree to keep this tag-team our little secret, I'll let these things make surrealist paintings out of your insides all over the floors and walls.

And if you promise and break it, I'll make you wish the zombies had gotten you instead.

[he is WAY TOO CHEERFUL AS HE SAYS THIS

But he only acts like a creepy fucker because he cares. He doesn't really want Miranda to die.]

Ok? Make your mind up quick, they're coming.

[timehalt]

[ Gin really knows how to charm a lady into wanting to take on zombies more than be near him anymore. ]

Um. I--I really don't think that's necessary. I can--I can leave, if you'd rather--I don't--i-it isn't a big issue...

[onehundredswords]

Too late!

[He practically speaks over her response and throws himself forward, leaping over her, and lands within striking distance of the oncoming undead, using the momentum as he lands to bring his sword down and cut through several of them from the front all at once.

Of course the ones who've lost their legs drop to the ground with a hideous splatter, but continue to drag themselves forward with their hands, aiming to slash and bite and claw their way through the pair of them, so he backs up a little and begins fighting off each one as it comes at him, either through further destroying their bodies by repeatedly cutting them up, or just delivering a strong kick to their bodies and literally knocking them back.

She could probably leave while he's distracted if she wanted to, as long as she remembers there are still zombies on the way behind them, approaching in the distance.]

[timehalt]

[ Miranda's never been so torn--on the one hand holy crap on the other, he's fighting these guys all by himself and she's not supposed to let that happen!

Maybe if he could just--ah--get a little away from them--she--she could--

But there's a hush of breath from over her shoulder and she lets out a scream of surprise and instant terror. She bolts, fingers fumbling at her sleeve for her Innocence, and the monster gives chase, only to slam into a wall of translucent energy as Miranda presses up against the far side.

God, and she thought things couldn't get worse. ]