( 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

[taggingwomprats]

Aren't you a little...?

[He pauses and shakes his head.]

You know what, never mind. And no, I'm fine. Just... kind of worn out.

[He manages a wan smile.]

Thanks, though.

[attheclocktower]

[Xion nods, her shoulders slump a little bit.]

Yeah... me too.

[She's probably been overdoing it a little, but too many of the friends she's made from home and here are in the thick of it, and she doesn't like sitting safe knowing they could been in danger.]

Does anybody know what these things are?

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke takes anothe deep breath and tries not to close his eyes. He really could use a good few hours of sleep, but they still haven't contained this whole thing yet. They need to keep going.]

I don't know if anyone does. I've never seen anything like it...

[He frowns.]

They're tough, that's for sure.

[attheclocktower]

Yeah... The things I used to fight back home... they weren't anything like this.

[Some of them were maybe similar in their own way. The threat to one's personal safety was a kind of universal constant. But there were a lot of differences, ones she didn't like to tell the truth. But she didn't want to be sitting alone safely while her friends were fighting.

And they were fighting, which meant so was she.]