( 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

[owlbrain]

...I think I'd still say no, even if that was what it wanted. [no don't ship it plz. He looks Christopher over, mostly out of concern, before realizing that yeah this guy probably does not need any help.]

How long have you out here for? [how long have you been killing things?!]

[inhumanity]

[Christopher's head tilts as he thinks.] Mmm... Thirty seconds?

[You meant this hall, right? He's been in this hall for thirty seconds.]

i apologize for this gross late

[owlbrain]

Thirty -- [oh he means the hall, right... RIGHT??] I meant, how long have you been fighting these zombies for?

it's ok i'm queen of late

[inhumanity]

Oh, I was there when they showed up.

[So, the entire time.]

bows down in your honor

[owlbrain]

[takes that in, eyes blinking. then]

-- Aren't you tired?!

ty ty subject, you may rise

[inhumanity]

The joy I feel in protecting my friends keeps me fresh and awake! [He raises his arms up to the sky.]

[owlbrain]

I can't tell if you're being serious or not... [someone takes friendship very seriously obvs. still, he's distracted by Christopher's strong nakama feelings by the sound of shuffling footsteps.]

But I guess that's not important right now. [shifting his grip on his dagger,] I hope you don't mind company, Christopher-san.

[inhumanity]

[nakama is a big deal. But Christopher smiles.

It is not his usual kind of smile. Blood-spattered and full of bloodlust, it is a smile that screams danger.]

Oh, I always like the opportunity to meet new friends.

[Christopher shifts the grip of the umbrella in his hands. The second the monsters move into his line of sight, he moves to attack.]