( 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

[highhealplz]

[ He grins. Really, he couldn't have picked someone better for his project than a death knight -- he's excited to try it. ]

Follow me, knight.

[ He turns, headed for the nearest wide space he can think of -- the cafeteria. ]

I'll need you to keep them in a pretty limited area, all gathered together. And to keep their attention on you, instead of me. Think you can manage that?

[miscreant]

Most likely.

[She hangs back just a bit to make sure none of her gathered pack wander off on their own, throwing out her hand to assault them with a blast of frigid winter air.]

I make no promises. If their hunger for living flesh exceeds their need to simply assimilate anything they see, then there will be little I can do.

[Seviilia smirks again.]

So I suggest you time this plan of your's correctly.

[highhealplz]

Noted! I think I can manage that.

[ And with that in mind, he speeds his steps with a spell and hurries ahead of them. He's not far away enough not to be able to call back, though: ]

Just stay out of the light on the floor when you see it, alright? It'll be an exorcism spell — definitely bad news for anyone undead.

[miscreant]

[There's no answer from her as she moves. Exorcism spells. She was more familiar with them than she would have preferred. They were a favorite of the paladins stationed in Icecrown.

She would give them a wide berth.

Seviilia stays slow to keep the interest of the undead, occasionally lopping off the head of one or two when they got too close. But she follows after Ashraf and once again summons a tangle of rime-coated chains to slow the pack of ghouls.]