( 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

[speakveryclearly]

No... that's part of why I've been out there so long without taking a break at all.

It wasn't as bad at home [she means the housing complex] because it was easier to read for pleasure at night or just plan there. Sometimes when I have free time here I do research, even if it's not much use to me.

Oh, you know, somebody actually tried to requisition games during a supply run once. But I'm not sure we have that much time. We could go look at the selection and make disparaging remarks about how we're too much of mature adolescents to really be interested in such trivial amusements, maybe. If I should even go out like this... [i.e. gory]

[redheadcarrier]

What, like board games?

[Asuka scoffs. This conversation is almost normal, except for the whole "friend is covered in gore" thing. Which is really kind of off-putting if she thinks about it.]

Not even proper video games? Talk about boring... if we're going to have power, we could at least use it for something entertaining. Although I guess since we have working VR...

[She trails off with a shrug and gives Kanaya a look. She won't mention the smell.]

Yeah, I'd get cleaned up if I were you.

[speakveryclearly]

[She shakes her head, has to keep the motion small because of gore.]

That couldn't possibly work. There won't be enough water at a time and coupled with getting my clothes... I should probably be getting back sooner than that.

Maybe you can find a game for us in the VR? Coax the AI into giving a simulation point values or something. It's a fun genre.