( 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.
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. Specify a time if you wish as well.

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

b!

[reversemole]

( the guns from his world, while a decent way to buy time, hadn't progressed far enough to prove him capable of killing these pesky little miscreations once and for all. and they'd crashed the party at one of his favorite joints, too...

since kaji wasn't keen on playing a game with such a grievous disadvantage, he pulls out of the infected wing in advance to make for safer ground. he comes to a halt at the end of a hallway, as though a thought had occurred to him. at first glance, it looked as if this one was keeping the zombies at bay with scarcely more effort than twitching a muscle.

he really doesn't mean to be a blight on her concentration, but the scales just aren't tipping in anyone's favor today. )

Short on help?

[timehalt]

[There's just no room to see beyond the writhing, mutated bodies; and to be fair Miranda isn't very keen on the idea of trying to make out what's beyond the mass of flesh. The selfish part of her just wants free of this; of the mess and the horror and perhaps this whole world--but another part thinks that if she's got so many on her back, there's less out there to terrorize everyone else.

Or at least that's what she tries to convince herself as she lets out a little shriek and tries not to look at them again. She's trying very hard not to hyperventilate into unconsciousness, but it's very difficult when one knows there's no one coming.]

[reversemole]

Well, that's as good of a 'yes' I'm going to get...

( he gives a sharp whistle to avert the monsters' attentions, mindful of the finite amount of time he has to run like all hell once they decide on hounding after his tail. already having procured a mental map of most of the surrounding area, he could only hope that either he'd have a much better time of avoiding dead-ends...

...or that someone would swoop in and use some of that pixie-magic to his an advantage. )

[timehalt]

[ Jokes on you, son, this kind of magic doesn't work if you're running away from it.

Miranda doesn't know what suddenly has the hallway emptying of monsters, but she has enough presence of mind to be grateful--if unduly curious. It's not safe enough for her to drop her Time Halt (even she's not that dumb), but she does start craning her head to see what's going on. ]

Is--someone there?

[reversemole]

( yes, and they're just about ready to make like a shepherd and get the flock out of here.

kaji slowly makes tract between him and the gross monstrosities, one foot behind him at a time -- not yet breaking into a sprint -- if only to catch a better look at the stranger he's skating on thin ice for.

well, she's a cute one. he flashes her a dazzling smile, no signs of imminent doom on display. )

A little late on the return, but I can't complain!

[timehalt]

[ Your apparent lack of sense is only rivaled by Miranda's horror at your expense. ]

--No! What are--you can't! Come back here! [ WHERE SHE CAN PROTECT YOU FROM BEING FOOD. ]

[reversemole]

Don't think I can ma--

( before he could finish, one already-disfigured slab of flesh lunges forward with a strangely accelerated pace. perhaps it was to be expected. five minutes worth of peace wasn't worth a snowball's chance around here.

kaji manages to fire two distraction shots, bleeding off enough momentum to stall the body for a small stretch. his target remains frozen for several moments, before ceremoniously seizing to the floor to be trampled by the incoming mass.

at this point, he's thinking you're actually planning on having him killed for sport. )

-- What is it? Enjoying the floor show?

[timehalt]

W-wait! Come back here!

[ Miranda hadn't realized it was possible to become this panicked over her inability to assist; in all other cases, the ones outside her Time Halt had always been able to take care of themselves.]

No! Stop! I can't--I can't keep you safe if you're all the way over there!

[reversemole]

( well, at least she had his best interests in heart. )

There's a bit of a roadblock. ( putting it lightly. an advancing psuedosentient barricade of fetid meat was a more apt description. now, dropping in a sprint-ready stance at the front of the hallway, he's quickly mulling over the odds of survival via flight or fight. if her confidence proved well-founded... ) I'm flattered, but I'm sure you'd rather keep a living body safe over a dead one.

[timehalt]

V-very--[She shrieks as one of the few remaining necromorphs lets out a moan of challenge.]--much so! So--so if you can just get to me, I can help you!

[reversemole]

( when she puts it that way... )

I guess I can't say no to a lady.

( even if it could mean him walking out of this alive. so he lunges.

a trick, he had quickly learned, didn't involved dodging around the zombies. rather, what you learned to do was look at their feet (or, in case of any missing appendages, the nearest equivalent) and determine exactly what direction they were pointing and take smaller, quicker steps to circumvent accordingly -- it allows for quicker reaction. and when you change direction, you do it smoothly, in a fashion that conserved speed and momentum.

it was faster to execute a moving u-turn than it was to move forward, stop, and accelerate in any direction. with only inches to spare, he makes good headway, before a hand blazed past his head, throwing him off balance.

which lead him completely unable to reach the corner where she was crouched in a dignified manner: without crashing back into it, that is. )

--! ( not dead yet, which called for a mental pat on the back. kaji gives a cursory glance downward. he just might be stepping on your foot there, miranda. )

...Hi.

[timehalt]

One--one second! [ Dropping and re-activating her Time Halt takes much more effort than one would think, but luckily her synchronization rate is high enough to get the task done. It dissolves just after he reaches her and snaps back into position a half second later.

The necromorphs crash into the barrier one after another and she cringes away from the swell of bodies and the mental stress it puts her under, but beams at her victory. She hasn't done that many times before and it's good to see it worked this time.]

Ah! It worked!

[reversemole]

( well, spank his ass and call him gendo ikari. he allows the surprise to show on his face, moving a step back to kneel more comfortably and watch this... process at hand. )

How do you do that?

( but there's no itching the troublesome insinuations behind her joy. it worked? does it not always work? should he be regretting this decision about now... )

[timehalt]

[ Your gratitude is astounding, Mr. Stranger. Luckily, once Miranda's over her joy of victory, she's turning to him, concerned. ]

Oh! Yes! I'm sorry! Are you all right? Are you hurt?

[reversemole]

I'm fine, thanks to you. ( shaken, but not stirred, and all that jazz. and in times of crisis, one tends to forget their manners -- not that kaji had much speciality in that department with or without an looming zombie infestation. ) How long can you hold this for?

[timehalt]

Oh, that's-[ A relief! ]--hm? Ah, a couple days, I think. Maybe more as long as I don't have to Invoke again.

[reversemole]

( that was ambiguous statement if he ever heard one, but he'll let the matter be for now. besides, there were more pressing issues... )

I'd love to leave the rest in your capable hands, but... ( not that he had any particular aversion to her company; on the contrary, ponytailed folks needed to stick together. it's just that they couldn't just remain cornered like cowering puppies. what if someone had to take a wizz? ) ...is there any plan beyond what we have here?

[timehalt]

[ Then you should be a gentleman and hold it, or Miranda will turn you out to do your business and come back. ]

Ah...not really?

1/2

[reversemole]

( just as he's gearing himself into action...

oh. okay. )

[reversemole]

-- I see. Well, things just keep getting more and more interesting.

( SHAKE IT OFF, RYOJI )

Can you keep this up while moving?

[timehalt]

I'm sorry.

[ Your disappoint only fuels her guilt. She drops her gaze, dejected and only the need for her hands to frame her spinning Innocence keeps her from wringing them. ]

Ah, no. I've stopped time in here--we can't move without deactivating it.