( 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

[ready_to_bloom]

[He touches her shoulder briefly - he's become quite fond of Tempest in the short time he's known her.] Be careful.

[He steps forward to meet the first of the creatures, sword swinging as he moves.]

[hyanaimne]

[she actually startles a little at the touch; people caring about her period is still something she's not quite used to] Ah - you too.

[she shakes herself out of it, though, and she's right next to him, shoving her sword through the zombie she meets head on]

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian can be rather reserved, which is a combination of natural shyness and being king. But once that reserve is gone, he's openly affectionate, so probably get used to it, Tempest. Unless he's zombie chow.

[Soon he's absorbed in the battle, not thinking of much beyond surviving one creature and moving on to the next, but every time he catches sight of Tempest, he's pleased to see she seems to be all right.

When he gets a break, he leans against the wall, breathing hard, and watches her dispatch the last monster.]

Good work.

[hyanaimne]

[it may take her a while to get used to it, but at least she won't tell him to stop. She'll just be awkward about it. It's what she's good at.

She holds her own well enough, though; cutting down a creature here, freezing another there and smashing it into pieces - she alternates between her sword and magic as if it comes naturally to her.

She finds herself leaning against the opposite wall once they have a moment, eyes shut as she catches her breath. She cracks an eye open when he speaks up and grins a bit]

You too.

[ready_to_bloom]

[He grins back, and then suddenly, something occurs to him.]

I'm hungry.

[Probably shouldn't be his first thought, covered in zombie gore and all, but hey, he's worked up an appetite.]

[hyanaimne]

[she blinks at him a few times, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him. Then she laughs, because it's such an out-of-place thing to say and maybe she's a little tired, too]

We should work towards the cafeteria, then, yes?

[ready_to_bloom]

[Although he hadn't meant to be funny, the absurdity strikes him when she starts to laugh and he joins in.]

Yes, please!

[hyanaimne]

[she gestures down the way they were heading]

I believe it is this way.

[ready_to_bloom]

[He starts walking that way, keeping alert for any monsters, but his sword isn't glowing, so he figures it's a good sign.]

I hope these creatures haven't made it there yet. It could ruin the appetite.

[Okay, he's feeling the fatigue now, and it's coming out in silliness.]

[hyanaimne]

[oh no not the silliness]

Could it?

[ready_to_bloom]

Well. Zombie sauce. [Oh, now it's hopeless giggling time.]

[hyanaimne]

Eww.

[she can't help but join him in the helpless giggling. Look what you've done]

[ready_to_bloom]

[Sorry, not sorry, Tempest! He likes hearing her laugh, though, and makes a note to hear it again, under different circumstances.

He laughs all the way to the cafeteria - every time he catches his breath, and thinks he's done, the giggles start again.]

Right. Eating. [Suddenly he just feels completely drained - so tired that he's barely able to string words into sentences - hopefully food will help with that.]

[hyanaimne]

[usually when she's exhausted she becomes a horrible . . . well, "bitch" is the common word used for her. So not being in a horrible mood while she's tired is a first. She gestures towards the kitchens]

Go eat, Caspian. I will keep watch, just in case.

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian is usually a little more withdrawn when he's exhausted, but this kind of tiredness is one step away from comatose, and he doesn't even have the strength to do more than nod at her suggestion.

He hurries off, and once in the kitchens, grabs what food he can, hastily slapping together a few sandwiches, and pocketing some bottles of water. He's rather amazed to find an orange, and takes that as well. He returns to Tempest, already eating his sandwich, and holding out one for her.]

Here. And water too. We can both watch, and eat.

[hyanaimne]

[she takes the sandwich and water with a murmured 'thank you' and takes a seat at the table closest to the doors, facing them. She reaches out to drag Caspian to the seat next to her, making him sit down. They're both exhausted, and for now this is exactly what they need]

[ready_to_bloom]

[Despite being so hungry, Caspian eats slowly, watching the doors. He's glad Tempest is by his side - not just for the companionship, but for the security of having someone to watch his back.]

A general in my army told me once that after your first battle, you want to throw up. And every battle after that, you only want three things, and food is always on the top of that list.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest doesn't even bother pulling any meat out of her sandwich - that's how hungry she is. But she eats slowly as well, because she knows if she inhales like she wants to, she'll just be hungry afterwards]

Hmm . . . that sounds about right. [she remembers her first fight, and how she felt afterwards] Are the other two alcohol and rest?

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian's finished one bottle of water and is working on another, and wow, at this point, it's the best thing he's ever had.]

Rest and fu...[Oh that is not something to say in the company of a lady. His voice trails off and he flushes, then hurries on.] Companionship. He didn't mention alcohol, but perhaps because he drank so often he felt it was a given.

[hyanaimne]

[uh oh, she caught the flush. You're doomed now, Caspian]

Companionship? My, what do you mean by that?

[ready_to_bloom]

[Now's a good time to focus on peeling that orange, he thinks.]

Um. Companionship. Taking someone to bed. [Okay, now he's full-on blushing, thanks, Tempest.

Distraction: orange!] Would you like a piece?

[hyanaimne]

Ah - no thank you.

[she waits a moment, then, with the straightest face:] What do you mean by taking someone to bed?

[ready_to_bloom]

[Perfect timing for him to choke on the orange.] I...what. I mean. You... take someone to bed with you. You know! Don't you?

[oh please don't let her say she doesn't know]

[hyanaimne]

I haven't a clue, I'm afraid.

[she manages to keep the straight face all for a couple of seconds before she starts laughing, ruining it]

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian just gapes at her for a moment.] Oh. OH!

[And then he joins her in laughter.] You're terrible!