( 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

[vaccination]

[Ellie takes it, even if her own hands are a mess.]

There are a lot of stragglers. We did not have a goddamn plan for this.

[astraia]

[Jean pulls her up easily.] No. It would have been nice if we knew we needed one. [She can guess, now, why the moonbase had failed. Did the Iniative know?

She frowns down at their hands.]

We should get cleaned up, too. [If they got it near their mouths, their eyes - who knew how little it took?]

[vaccination]

[It's been on Ellie's mind, too.]

Do you think it's contagious?

[astraia]

[Jean nods.] It's hard to read them - [a slight grimace; it's not pleasant, either] there's nothing there, really, except...need. They want to multiply.

[She turns her hands.] I figure this is how they'd do it.

[vaccination]

[She wonders what infected would say, to Jean. Ellie always was certain there was nothing human left in there, but...

It's probably best not to think about.]

Let's hope no one is planning on getting bitten today.

[astraia]

I don't know, it's always on my schedule. [She musters a weak smile.]