( 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

[alittlesweptup]

At any point a space zombie might cause a hull breach and vent all the oxygen out of the base. [Which is deadpan as anything, underpinned by a vague hand gesture of punching through something. Suffocating in space scary enough for you, kid?

Because it's sure as hell near the top of Charlie's list.]

[lazyinlove]

[Nope, that just gets a blank look. Not that Charlie can see it. Apparenty oxygen is not a major concern for Stanley.]

Bummer.

[alittlesweptup]

[Which is alright; he didn't really expect it to do much. God knows no one else really seems worried about it.]

Yeah. Bummer.

[lazyinlove]

[Now that the mystery of where the kitten is, -invisible in a pocket all along, who knew?- and the food issue is solved, the kids seem to be giving in to the urge to nap.

Sitting up, leaning against a wall will do for Stanley. The little girl sprawls across his lap, and the kitten crawls out of her pocket to curl up under his knee. They all blink tiredly at Charlie.

Yep, it's safe to say that zombie thing didn't work as planned.]

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie shoots a look up and down the corridor as if it'll do him any good; he doesn't think of himself as being terribly brilliant with children, and maybe just looking about with make someone who is materialize out of thin air--

--which, to no one's surprise, doesn't actually happen. So after a moment of feeling utterly tetherless, Charlie folds his tablet over and stuffs it under his arm.]

Alright you lot, come on. I don't need you sleeping in my corridor; let's go find you a proper bed to lie down in, for Christ's sake.

[lazyinlove]

[There's some yawning and stretching and lazy purring, but they all manage to get to their feet. Or get tucked back into their respective pockets. Mmf.]

'K.

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie waits until they're on their feet or - as close to it as he can tell anyway, given one of them's bloody invisible - and then sets off down the hall with the clear expectation that they'll follow. He goes so far as to shorten his stride slightly, to occasionally throw a look back over his shoulder, but otherwise is clearly more comfortable leading the way and hoping they get the gist of the idea.

Not that he goes far. A few brief words exchanged with someone he, apparently, knows and then they're off again.]

Do you not have a room up here?

[lazyinlove]

Didn't really get a chance to figure it out yet.

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie makes a low noise - because doesn't it just figure that the Initiative and DITR and everyone in between would let some kids slip between the cracks like that - and continues on down along the hall until they reach a door that seems fairly arbitrary.

But once the door's open, it's clear they must be borrowing a bunk from the person Charlie chatted with earlier; there's two empty beds in the room just waiting to be napped on.]

You've got four hours, kid.

[lazyinlove]

[That's an invisible hug, Charlie. Sorry about that. He is just so happy about his nap thing, you don't even understand.]

[alittlesweptup]

[Oh Jesus, he's not equipped to deal with hugs when he's not even sure how to accurately give the kid an awkward head pat or something. So Charlie just kind of...accepts it for what it is and then gently shakes him loose the moment there's any sense of slack in the boy's arms.]

Get off me and go to sleep. [Though there's no heat in that statement whatsoever. Ugh, kids in shitty situations: his secret kryptonite.]

[lazyinlove]

[He doesn't seem too bothered by the statement, anyway.]

Thanks.

[alittlesweptup]

Don't thank me for finding you a bloody bed - that's depressing. [Charlie gives the amazing invisible boy a gentle shove at what he hopes is somewhere near the kid's shoulder.]

Four hours. Don't overstay your welcome or it'll come back on me.

[lazyinlove]

Mhm.

[Wherever the shove lands, it gets the kid to stumble sleepily forward. It's all the invitation he needs to complete the motion and drop onto the nearest bed with a groan of relief. That is so much better.

The toddler lifts invisibly up, airplane style, and lands beside him. Or so it would seem by the way she drapes herself comfortably over what appears to be thin air. It's actually just thin teenager.

Sleep time.]