( 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

[buttpunch]

[She laughs.] Not when I look like this!

[pride_of_amarcia]

Man, I wish I had a cool power like that.

[... Not that the shotstaff is weak, as the next Necromorph to get lit on fire from fifty feet away might attest.]

[buttpunch]

We all have our skills, miss! After all, I'm unable to shoot fire.

[She shifts toward movement out of the corner of her eye, and shoots several pink spheres like bullets, then a beam of wide pink light.]

The airlock is at the end of the hall. If you will draw their attention and lead them to me, perhaps we can rid ourselves of at least this small infestation!

[pride_of_amarcia]

All righty. Just gimme the mark!

[buttpunch]

Of course.

[She sets her feet and launches into a run, glowing pink all over. It takes a moment of fumbling (and dispatching a zombie hidden in the shadows) but she locates the airlock controls, and primes it for release.

Then she turns and calls.]

And... now!

[pride_of_amarcia]

And here we go!

[Pascal's sudden dash for the airlock is louder than her previous walk, drawing a small hot of the creatures in her direction as she slips to the airlock.]

... So how do I get to safety again?