( 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

2nd

[notpeterparker]

H-huh?

[She looks up to see someone descending down...in a spider costume? She takes a couple of steps back when she sees both him and the webbing, looking very timid.]

I-I'm very sorry, I-I thought you were another one of those monsters! And um, it's not the camera doing it. I-It's the lens, I think.

[unmasking]

It wouldn't be the first time. But most people don't apologize for doing that, so count yourself among the few of my very favorite people here for caring. [Not that he had been there for very long.

Once he finishes babbling off that initial stuff, he moves gingerly from his line of web onto the floor. The web continues to hang there because that's what his webs do.]

Can I have a look at the lens? I'm still working out all this weapon stuff.

[notpeterparker]

[She's a little hesitant to give up the lens, since it's her only form of self-defense. But maybe he could tell her something about it that she doesn't know.

So she'll let him look at it.]

I don't really understand the part about it being a weapon, but it does seem like a special lens.

[unmasking]

[When she lets him look, he's very careful, just to ensure that nothing happens. He thinks to the fact that these things are supposed to evolve.]

How long have you had it? And does it do anything else?

[At first glance, he hasn't figured it out yet, and right now isn't the time to see what it does to things on a molecular level. Still, he might have to look into it later.]

[notpeterparker]

About three months. I had it with me when I first arrived here. And as far as I know, that's all it does.

[unmasking]

So either slowed evolution or they just don't want you to know what else it can do.

[He pokes (lightly) at the lens itself before handing it back to her.]

Once all this blows over—[Which is an optimistic statement in itself, but he wants to believe]—I'd like to see what it does to things. It might help you understand it further. Uh, if you're okay with that.