( 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

[lambofcolumbia]

[Elizabeth is clinging to her own shelf, but she manages to throw a hand out once the last of the creatures is sent screeching into the depths of space, and with a crinkle and a shimmer, the tear closes, leaving only the last bits of debris scattering about.]

[The older girl slumps to her knees as she lets go of the shelf, panting softly.]

...Are you alright?

[vaccination]

[And just like that, they're gone. Ellie slowly lets go of the cabinet, swearing under her breath.]

Whoa. That...

That was so fucking cool.

[She's alright. She turns to Elizabeth.]

Hey, are you okay?

[lambofcolumbia]

[Elizabeth can't help but laugh softly under her breath at Ellie's description of what had happened, even as she's gathering herself up and standing slowly, leaning on the cabinet.]

Mm? Oh, yes, I'll be fine. It was mostly the running that winded me.

[And the clinging desperately not to get sucked out into an unforgiving universe.]

Are you?

[vaccination]

[She looks down at herself. All in one piece.]

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. C'mon, we gotta get to housing or the clinic, unless you wanna keep doing that until they're all gone.

[lambofcolumbia]

That'd be a terrible idea. [She said with a little smile as she stood straighter again, making sure she was steady before she started after Ellie.]

We'd run out of air eventually.