( 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

[vaccination]

I don't think so. People have been going there and to the clinic to keep it safe.

[attheclocktower]

[Okay, that's good. It'd be good to check and see if anybody else she knows is there, too. Xion nods.]

All right. Let's-

[Xion cuts herself off abruptly as there's the sounds again from earlier, only louder, and definitely getting closer. Xion looks over her shoulder at where the sounds seem to be coming from and tenses, ready to bolt.]

That doesn't sound good.

[vaccination]

[Individuals she can handle, groups not so much. Ellie tries to listen, but the echoes in the base and distant fighting makes it difficult to discern.]

Fuck. C'mon, let's move.

[attheclocktower]

[Xion takes a few steps backwards, squinting into the darkness to see what looks like movement in the distance.]

Right.

[She turns back, still moving, looking for the nearest exit.]

I can slow any down if they get close.

[Blizzard spells are useful things. So were Fire spells but those would be a lot more flashy and might attract too much attention at this point, if they were trying to get out and head over to housing]

[vaccination]

[Ellie's not sure she likes the sound of that. Just for clarification--]

Yeah? How so?

[attheclocktower]

Magic. I've got Blizzard spells. I can do fire too, if we need it.

[She'd demonstrate but given how long she'd been going already, conserving her energy seemed like a better idea.]

They're not as good for too many though.

[vaccination]

[Oh, okay. That's better than any kamikaze attacks.]

Are you a witch or something?