( 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

[timehalt]

V-very--[She shrieks as one of the few remaining necromorphs lets out a moan of challenge.]--much so! So--so if you can just get to me, I can help you!

[reversemole]

( when she puts it that way... )

I guess I can't say no to a lady.

( even if it could mean him walking out of this alive. so he lunges.

a trick, he had quickly learned, didn't involved dodging around the zombies. rather, what you learned to do was look at their feet (or, in case of any missing appendages, the nearest equivalent) and determine exactly what direction they were pointing and take smaller, quicker steps to circumvent accordingly -- it allows for quicker reaction. and when you change direction, you do it smoothly, in a fashion that conserved speed and momentum.

it was faster to execute a moving u-turn than it was to move forward, stop, and accelerate in any direction. with only inches to spare, he makes good headway, before a hand blazed past his head, throwing him off balance.

which lead him completely unable to reach the corner where she was crouched in a dignified manner: without crashing back into it, that is. )

--! ( not dead yet, which called for a mental pat on the back. kaji gives a cursory glance downward. he just might be stepping on your foot there, miranda. )

...Hi.

[timehalt]

One--one second! [ Dropping and re-activating her Time Halt takes much more effort than one would think, but luckily her synchronization rate is high enough to get the task done. It dissolves just after he reaches her and snaps back into position a half second later.

The necromorphs crash into the barrier one after another and she cringes away from the swell of bodies and the mental stress it puts her under, but beams at her victory. She hasn't done that many times before and it's good to see it worked this time.]

Ah! It worked!

[reversemole]

( well, spank his ass and call him gendo ikari. he allows the surprise to show on his face, moving a step back to kneel more comfortably and watch this... process at hand. )

How do you do that?

( but there's no itching the troublesome insinuations behind her joy. it worked? does it not always work? should he be regretting this decision about now... )

[timehalt]

[ Your gratitude is astounding, Mr. Stranger. Luckily, once Miranda's over her joy of victory, she's turning to him, concerned. ]

Oh! Yes! I'm sorry! Are you all right? Are you hurt?

[reversemole]

I'm fine, thanks to you. ( shaken, but not stirred, and all that jazz. and in times of crisis, one tends to forget their manners -- not that kaji had much speciality in that department with or without an looming zombie infestation. ) How long can you hold this for?

[timehalt]

Oh, that's-[ A relief! ]--hm? Ah, a couple days, I think. Maybe more as long as I don't have to Invoke again.

[reversemole]

( that was ambiguous statement if he ever heard one, but he'll let the matter be for now. besides, there were more pressing issues... )

I'd love to leave the rest in your capable hands, but... ( not that he had any particular aversion to her company; on the contrary, ponytailed folks needed to stick together. it's just that they couldn't just remain cornered like cowering puppies. what if someone had to take a wizz? ) ...is there any plan beyond what we have here?

[timehalt]

[ Then you should be a gentleman and hold it, or Miranda will turn you out to do your business and come back. ]

Ah...not really?

1/2

[reversemole]

( just as he's gearing himself into action...

oh. okay. )

[reversemole]

-- I see. Well, things just keep getting more and more interesting.

( SHAKE IT OFF, RYOJI )

Can you keep this up while moving?

[timehalt]

I'm sorry.

[ Your disappoint only fuels her guilt. She drops her gaze, dejected and only the need for her hands to frame her spinning Innocence keeps her from wringing them. ]

Ah, no. I've stopped time in here--we can't move without deactivating it.