( 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

[irritating]

[ Sometime during his whole ripping throats out with his teeth routine, a redhead with little wings happens upon him. She has brass knuckles equipped and she's covered in blood as well, making it obvious that she is neither a non-combatant or someone who is bothered by gore - but good god even she has limits and she would not be putting diseased flesh in her mouth. ]

Are you fuckin' serious?! [ It's all pretty gross, but then again Apollo isn't easily grossed out so honestly she just sounds more confused than disgusted as she calls out to him. ] You're seriously puttin' that shit in your mouth?

[heroxide]

[He spits and looks over at her, shrugging.]

It's not gourmet, I'll admit that. Not like I'm swallowing it, right? Can't afford to be squeamish at the moment.

[Another zombie appears in his line of sight and he pulls it close, delivering a series of quick, bone-rattling punches that shatter something inside it. See, look, he doesn't always use fangs!]

[irritating]

Uh huh, right.

[ Fuck it, she's come to the conclusion already that she doesn't even care. She sure as fuck isn't going to put that shit in her mouth, but whatever man if he had wanted to flat out eat the damn things then he could go for it and she wouldn't be standing in his way.

That doesn't mean, however, that a purposely silly question is not below her when she sees him punch a zombie. ] Sure you don't wanna taste that one too?

[heroxide]

[He shakes his head and continues his attack without looking up to answer.]

It's not the flavor I'm after, here. I'm not that desperate for blood, let alone this rancid stuff.

[irritating]

So d'you mean that as like, desperate to spill blood or -

[ Whoops, she pauses here because suddenly there's a zombie lunging at her. Only she's quick and she's figured out where to attack by now, so she sidesteps the thing and stabs it repeatedly in the back of the neck with her combat knife until it's down on the ground where she stomps her way to adding yet another severed head to her list of kills.

And then she finishes her thought, as though she had stopped only a moment to swat a fly. ] - or are you one of those bloodsuckin' freaks, like vampires or what the fuck ever?

[heroxide]

[Another wave of the creatures arrives and he springs back into action, carrying on the conversation throughout, though the words are interrupted occasionally when he needs to punch. Refraining from biting right now, for the sake of conversation.]

Bloodsuckin' vampire freak, that's me.