( 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

[redheadcarrier]

[Asuka pulls a face as she eyes Tsubomi over again. There's bright pink underneath all of the gore, but Asuka's not exactly sure what to say about that. If anything.]

...what's it like out there right now, anyway?

[buttpunch]

[Her expression flickers down. How honest is too honest, she wonders. Finally--]

It feels as though there's a creature around every corner. But most people have discovered how to best combat them, so they fall more quickly now.

[She wrinkles her nose.]

It's very messy.

[redheadcarrier]

[Asuka gives her a long once-over.]

I can tell...

[After a moment her nose wrinkles in reply and she eases back a step.]

How are you going to clean that?

[buttpunch]

[She adjusts the drooping hem of her skirt thoughtfully.] Magic! It cleans itself... thankfully.

[redheadcarrier]

What, really?

[Asuka blinks and gives her another once-over.]

...that's pretty useful, actually.

[buttpunch]

I'm very lucky. [For that, among other things, but she's certainly not regretting not having to bleach the thing clean. (Or, worse, make a new one.)]

But if you'll excuse me... [The sooner she rests, the sooner she can get back out there.]

[redheadcarrier]

[Oh, right. She does look kind of exhausted. Asuka waves a hand at her.]

Right, right. Don't let me stop you...

[buttpunch]

[She half-bows.] Thank you. Stay safe! [And with that, she's gone.]