( 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

[aequivoci]

[ He's going to let her handle the reigns on this. Her request is rather cute, and he smirks as he answers. ]

I can handle some running, Lenalee. Will you mind the splatter that will occur from my spells?

[anklets]

[A grimace. She's valiant, though!] It can't be helped. So long as it stops them.

[aequivoci]

[ He chuckles a bit before nodding to the exit that leads to the general direction of the cafeteria, thoughts of their enemies awaiting them in his head as he begins to cast a spell. ]

Lead the way~

[anklets]

[Don't confuse her for over-eager, General, but she's moving even before he indicates for it, unfurling at the heels.]

...Have you managed to stop any?

ugh what a gorgeous default

[aequivoci]

[ "OVER-EAGERRRRRRR," he shouts from the top of a nonexistent mountain. ]

Countless. I gave up keeping tally long ago. Yourself?

aaa, ty!

[anklets]

No. [ sourly ] Slowed them, but they get up again before long.

[Her stilettos aren't sharp enough to rend bone. At least, not bone which doesn't sizzle and scorch at the mere touch of them.]

Allen and Kanda ought to have better luck with it.

[aequivoci]

[ Aww, better luck next time. ]

All the more reason to have someone with you during this run. We're going to focus on that handicap after all is said and done, though.

[ a snort ] Those two should be having better luck with it, but who knows if they actually are.

[anklets]

[Well. She trusts them not to get themselves killed, at least. Her eyes are very tired as she glances back at him, even squinted against the nearly palpable decay-smell here where more than the people are caked. It's rank beneath her soles.]

It's too much to ask that decapitation needn't become a necessary addition to someone's repertoire, I suppose.

[aequivoci]

[ Ugh. The smell, the look, just everything resulting from stopping the zombies has long since taken Cross to the point of disgustingness and to the point of him tossing out the clothes he is wearing (into space, that is), going on a short mission to Earth, and taking multiple showers and baths during that time. Hello scalding hot spring!! ]

If they're smart, they would have quickly picked up that simple decapitation does not stop them. They better be julienning them into unrecognizable strips, cutting them up into chunks, or making them combust in one go.

[anklets]

But can we honestly afford to go about burning up the air?

[Footfalls clattering, a sharp punctuation.]

[aequivoci]

Lightning works and does not compromise the air on the base. Anyone with a modern-day firearm can use their firearm without atmospheric oxygen being necessary. [ Oop, scientist!Cross has reared his head for a bit. He also may or may not have studied modern-day firearms during his missions in NYC... ]

[anklets]

[Lavi's talents would be vastly appreciated, then, she thinks, through a swell. Thank god he isn't here for this.]

You're our gunman, General. [ and isn't that a scary thing? taking a hard left ] We aren't all so delicate.

[aequivoci]

[ Cross thinks Lavi would have played whack-a-zombie to be honest.

He follows that hard left, turning in a complete circle as he does so — he looks fabulous and he can see if any thing is trying to get the upper hand on the pair. Red hair in a ponytail settles on his shoulder as his eye moves back to the young woman in front of him, but his attention is still doing a 360. ]

I haven't been using my firearms except for the very beginning. [ He has no comment for the delicate statement. Sometimes, Lenalee's Deep Commentary deserves to stand on its own. ]

[anklets]

[It is a talent. Best appreciate it.]

Any particular reason? [ this warrants a curious backwards glance, and-- really, General, always with the dramatics ] Beyond preserving this place?

[aequivoci]

[ He does.

Also, it pays to stay safe and looking as good as possible, even when covered in zombie gore. /dramatic hair flip ]

Judgement is not modernized enough to not use atmospheric oxygen. Executioner, on the other hand, is, but I am having quite some fun with sorcery.

[anklets]

[The cafeteria in sight, she allows herself a reasonable moment for:] You've called it Executioner?

[aequivoci]

Might as well match it with Judgement if I must use it.

[ judge him all you want he don't give a fuuuuuuck ]

[anklets]

Could it be that you're becoming comfortable, General?

[aequivoci]

Hardly, Lenalee.

[anklets]

I'd hate to ruffle any feathers.

[Matters at hand, though: the cafeteria laid out before them and the viscous trail which greets all who approach from the human side. She can hear movement from within.]

[aequivoci]

They've been ruffled enough by the Initiative, but your concern is always touching.

[ The movement heard from within prompts Cross to queue up a spell. ]

Do you have an idea of what you're going for?

[anklets]

Whatever is left.

[Traveling with General Cross comes with a caveat, how often he comes into it with his own hushed-over priorities, but he's stronger than the rest of them and Lenalee does not question that, not for a second. He survived Edo when Edo could not survive itself.]

I don't plan to linger.

[aequivoci]

As of this moment, you have the reigns. I'm simply your spotter, remember?

[ And he means it. He checks the ammo of his Initiative-issued firearm — full to capacity, wonderful! — before sliding it back into its holster. He has several actions queued in his mind, ready to roll off of his tongue as soon as they enter. ]