( 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

[pixieboots]

[ Seeing Jaime mow through bodies shouldn't feel the way it does, hollow and sickening and awful. But he can't close his eyes, he has to watch until he's sure Jaime'll come out on top, even while his stomach's clenching up treacherously again. He's helpless to do much for him over here, but he twists to drive another one to the ground with a kick and finishes it with his knife. For Jaime he has to do it. ]

No, they- they didn't get me.

[ With immediate danger over he takes the moment to let his arms sag onto his knees. He'll just breathe for a minute. Breathe and not- not throw up. ]

So, arm blades, huh? [ Does he even want to know? ] That has to come in handy.

[khajidont]

[Jaime stares down at his utter lack of hands - currently dripping with and god knows what else, and Jaime can practically feel it seeping through the cracks in his armour and getting underneath his skin, but no, nothing gets through the armour - and says,] Handy. Heh.

[It's not a happy sound.

He shakes his head, shakes it off, then looks back at Dick. He sees the violence the kid has to use here, and for once, he cannot possibly condemn it.]

They're usually blunt.

[It's almost an apologetic statement.]

[pixieboots]

[ It's not funny. Nothing about where they are and what they're doing is even a little bit funny, but suddenly he's laughing because right now it's still better than the alternative. ]

It's okay. I'm kinda glad you didn't pull punches this time around.

[khajidont]

We don't have a choice this time. [He shakes his head, then seeing that there aren't anymore zombies careening around the corner just yet, allows his blades to morph back into hands. He flexes his fingers, then lets his arms rest at his sides.] These things aren't even alive anymore. Not really.

[pixieboots]

Yeah, they-

[ The knife feels like an admission, but tucking it behind his back is a really juvenile instinct. ]

They don't feel anything, right? Like in the movies?

[khajidont]

They have some sort of parasite in them. They're not in there anymore.

[Slowly, he inclines his head. It's a yes, only in more words. He's not certain of it, but as lies go, it's a necessary one.]

Have you watched a lot of these kinds of movies?