( 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

[debtor]

I'm trying to hold them back! [He takes off its head, knocking back its shambling body.

And then his arm is quickly reattached to his shoulder, so he can use his claw to attempt to swipe off the zombie hand clinging to his Innocence. It splatters against a wall, still twitching. There seems to be no end to these monstrosities.]

We need to get you to safety!

[timehalt]

Allen, wait--

[Let me help you is what she wants to say, but it's lost in the gore and violence. She flinches as it spatters against her bubble and tries not to look.]

What about you! You can't just--! I am safe! If you give me a second I'll make sure you're safe, too!

[debtor]

I'll be fine! You shouldn't be out here, there are safer areas where you won't need your Innocence!

[He runs towards her, slashing at another necromorph on the way, taking off an arm and then spinning around to slice off its other.] I can escort you.

[It's not ideal, but she's a sitting duck out here. Who knows how long it could last? It could be days, weeks, she can't remain in this place.]

[timehalt]

Ah--but--

[ Gosh, don't you know how to make a girl feel special; as guilty as it makes her feel to be so grateful for the concern. ]

But--what about you? You should be somewhere safe, too!

[debtor]

[JUST DOING HIS SHOUNEN DUTY, MA'AM.]

I can't allow these creatures to hurt anyone else. [Read: Allen Walker has decided it's his job to destroy all the zombies.]

Can you move?

[timehalt]

But what about you!

[ You need to look after yourself, too! Most of all, even! She's not going to lose you again! ]

Ah...not while I have Time Halt activated!