( 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.
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. Specify a time if you wish as well.

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

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[bloodyantivan]

Suspicious, no?

[Zevran appears from the shadows: these days he's honestly more at home in them. He smiles at Miranda, recalling her voice from somewhere, though he can't quite recall where.

It is sometimes difficult to place names to voices. Today, however, he can see her, for he is using a charm. It darkens his eyes to a complete black, iris and sclera alike.]

[timehalt]

[ On-edge enough as it is from this creepy place, a furtive glance is all it takes. His sudden presence from nowhere coupled with his unnatural eyes--and she lets out a shriek loud enough to wake the dead (ha), and promptly trips over herself in her haste to get away. ]

[bloodyantivan]

Ah! I mean no harm, apologies!

[Zevran does not help her when she trips - he figures that will only make her panic more, but he does step forward and offer her a hand up.]

It is I, Zevran. We met before once... I believe... you are Miranda?

[timehalt]

Z-Zevran?

[ It rings a bell, but the face, not so much. Especially considering the circumstances. ]

Have we--have we met?

[bloodyantivan]

We spoke during the bombings - ah, the ones that coincided with the plague, months ago. My face was... in a much sorrier state, at the time. It was not much of a chat, I admit, though I must say my heart is broken to be forgotten by such a gorgeous woman!

[There is still scarring around his eyes: the spell cannot fix that. Zevran is smiling, his hand over his heart in mock-drama over the supposed slight.]

[timehalt]

Oh---oh! [ She...vaguely remembers this, yes!] I-I'm sorry! I forgot, I--I didn't mean to hurt you! Do you--should I get a doctor or something?

[bloodyantivan]

All that you have hurt is my ears, my dear, and they will be fine enough in time.

[Again, he offers her his hand.]

Is it not cold on the floor?

[timehalt]

I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be so loud! Are you going to be okay?

[ God, the fact she may have actually hurt him is mortifying. ]

Eh? Ah, a bit, but you should be more worried about yourself!

[bloodyantivan]

I am perfectly fine.

[Then Zevran realizes:]

Does my appearance alarm you! I assure you, in spite of appearances, that I am alright. Merely under the influence of a spell that allows me to see in darkness.

[timehalt]

A spell?

[ Admittedly, she was apologizing for being so loud, but a spell explains...something! She's sure of it. ]

So...so you're all right, then? You aren't hurt?

[bloodyantivan]

No. As I said, I am alright, even if the appearance of my eyes is... so I have heard... a little bit strange.

Why not explore a little with me, Messere Miranda? I am sure you are as curious about this so-called agriculture wing as I am?

[Actually, Zevran cares little for farming, but it is something new, after all. Again, he offers her a hand up.]

[timehalt]

Thank you.

[ This time, she takes it, embarrassed by so many things at the moment, but most of all her continued ineptitude. ]

Oh, yes. If you, ah, if you don't mind. I'd appreciate the company.

[bloodyantivan]

I would not offer if I minded.

[Zevran helps her up, offering her hand a pat as he lets go.]

You pick the direction. I always prefer to let the beautiful woman take the lead.

[timehalt]

[ Aheh. ]

You're too kind. I don't know where to even start.

[bloodyantivan]

I find that forward is usually a good direction.

[Zevran does an exaggerated bow, a flourish of 'ladies first'.]

[timehalt]

Oh, yes, I suppose you're right.

[ Welcome to directional hell, Zevran. She has no idea where she's headed. ]