( 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

[highhealplz]

[ Of course Jack gets a very thorough once-over as soon as he's in sight; he may be learning to heal, and therefor able to take care himself better than many people here, but he's still Ashraf's student.

He sees no obvious wounds, but it doesn't stop him in the slightest from washing a heal over him. ]

Pretty good. [ He forces himself to relax enough for a grin. Jack's doing fine, it's okay. ] And you, you're still alive! That's great news.

[allucinator]

You thought I wouldn't be? Like a buncha creepy undead people could kill me-- come on, you put me through enough trainin' that I got this down pat now.

[He flicks his hair out of his eyes. He's panting a little, tired-- but cheerful, so that's all right.]

How you doin' energy wise? I hear you been blessin' everyone and their grandma round here.

[highhealplz]

Oh, please, I'm fine. This is what I was made for.

[ And to prove his point he waves a blessing down over Jack. And then a spell of agility, too. Take that. ]

Are there any problem areas, do you know?