( 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

[bloodthirsts]

[Oh gross Spike, don't do that, it's dead flesh. Seriously don't do that.

And really? Little blonde? Well it's not the worst nickname she's had.]

I didn't expect to see you--!

[She starts, then stops as the creature whose head she took off suddenly continues to move. Seras yanks it towards her as if her shadow was a fishing line, slamming the creature into the ground before bending down to start pulling the offending limbs.]

These things don't want to die.

[heroxide]

[He watches her fight with an extremely interested expression.]

Fun abilities you've got there. [A zombie tries to sneak up on her and he intercepts it, giving it the same pummel-and-bite routine as the others.]

[bloodthirsts]

You're not bad yourself.

[She whips round as soon as he dives behind her, watching with the beginnings of a grin.]

Reminds me of home.

[heroxide]

Yeah? Does your home have plenty of nasties like this? I'm— [and he snaps the spine with a vigorous shake] —jealous.

[bloodthirsts]

Not quite like this but yes.

Vampires create ghouls when they drink the blood of a non-virgin human, or one of the opposite sex. So usually taking out a vampire means dealing with their ghoul servants first.

[heroxide]

Only virgins become real vampires, huh? Sounds like no fun.

[Tossing the dead-again body away from him into another enemy. It knocks the thing over momentarily.]

[bloodthirsts]

That's the rule as Master taught me. It is rather complicated... which is good from a hunters point of view.

[Seras takes the opportunity Spike creates without hesitated, launching herself forward and performing a spinning kick that literally breaks the thing in two struggling halves.]