( 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

[aequivoci]

It's always an apprentice that causes more trouble than the enemy we're facing.

[ Another cast spell finishes off the rest of the zombies, boiling their insides and making them explode into multiple pieces. ]

And at least your apprentice thinks of herself. Mine thinks of everyone but himself.

sorry this was late! computer issues

[onehundredswords]

[Funnily enough that's actually the real trouble with Rin - far too hasty to jump to help other people. If he wasn't in a habit of badmouthing her to strangers he'd agree to knowing how troublesome that is.]

Ouch, a hero type? I can't even imagine keeping up with that sort of troublemaker...

[He momentarily imagines acting as a teacher to Kurosaki, then laughs to himself, continuing to strike down zombies that get close.]

not a problem!

[aequivoci]

It's the worst thing in the world, especially because he lets his emotions dictate his actions in combat.

[ The next spell he conjures up shreds up several zombies into ribbons of rotted skin and insides, causing zombies from behind to slip up momentarily and lose their balance when they step into the resulting mess. He takes that opportunity to have several more boil internally before combustion. ]

Cross Marian, by the way.

[onehundredswords]

I knew a few people like that...they're all dead now, though.

[Although the espada were more...directed by anger and rage than your typical shounen protagonist's emotions.

He turns to Cross briefly, flashing his usual smile and makes a little wave in greeting.]

Gin Ichimaru.

[aequivoci]

I'm not surprised one bit.

[ Cross returns the smile with a smirk. ]

A pleasure. Now if these things could stay dead so I could pour myself a damn drink...

[onehundredswords]

If you're that desperate, I can probably buy us enough time for one drink.

[He has his sword drawn, but he's held off on attacking momentarily.]

That'd keep you goin' for a bit, yeah?

[aequivoci]

You're too kind~ We should be ideal mentors and finish these fuckers off before we take a break.

[onehundredswords]

[As unappealing as the idea sounds, he figures he may as well. The area's almost clear now anyway. He sighs lightly, speaking in a mixture of disappointment and amusement.]

Alright, alright...guess it'd be a pain havin' some leftovers barge in on us during a break.

[He twists his body in the direction of one of the undead and swings his sword, the blade extending to slice through a ghoul at the shoulders, removing the arms and detaching the neck and head from the torso in one swing, leaving it as nothing more than a torso with legs.

Watching it still scrambling around is kind of amusing, enough to make him laugh.]