( 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

[imusntrunaway]

[Wait.

Wait wait wait wait that's not how it's supposed to go. He pulled the trigger. But he missed. He's sure he missed, because if he actually shot someone--

(It wasn't murder when he killed monsters. They were monsters, an important category separate from people. But Christopher, strange as he was, wasn't an Angel or a target, he was human and with a bang he ceased being one--)

--he didn't mean to do it, he'd say. Shinji needs to clear it up. He wasn't a killer, if he reached the other there's still a chance he can help him.]

Christopher...! [He runs over, dropping to his knees. Shinji shakes him, but there's no movement. The man's eyes are still open, like a fish's at a deli.

It's just his imagination, though. Isn't it? If he shakes hard enough, the guy'll wake up.]

H-Hey... hey, get up...

[inhumanity]

[If Christopher realized the extent of Shinji's thoughts, he might—very happily—point out that Shinji had in fact fake killed a fake human. But instead, he simply stays there.

Because he's totally dead.

Good work, Shinji. You killed a friend.]

[imusntrunaway]

[Shinji doesn't move. He sits there, staring at Christopher. Something burning rises in the back of his throat. He ducks his head, breathing as slow as he can.

Calm down. Calm down. He's got to do something with the body. He needs to-- take it back. They can take care of him that way.

His eyes are stinging. He can't be a crybaby right now. Angrily, Shinji rubs his hand across his face. But the tears won't stop squeezing out.]

I'm sorry. [He croaks it out.] I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

[inhumanity]

[Wow, that sounds like a serious breakdown. Christopher wonders if this is Shinji's first kill, or if he really just secretly cares about Christopher a lot more than he revealed.

Well, no reason to ruin a good joke just for that. Gotta keep playing dead!]