( 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

all good!

[voidshift]

Haven't we all? Prior troubles hardly make one any more keen on further annoyances.

[He tries not to look too annoyed when she touches the next plant, but he can't quite stop one long brow from twitching in mild irritation.]

Light only knows what sorts of dust they make, besides. I'd like to think anything toxic is safe by now, but then death doesn't always stop things.

[miscreant]

[The irony of the statement (in that he's speaking of death to a death knight) coaxes another chuckle, and encourages her to lift her hands away from the plants to instead address the other elf.]

Death hardly stops anything.

[voidshift]

[Oh, it was fully intentional- he's not sure whether it being laughed at offends him or not, but at least she's leaving the bloody plants alone. That's good enough for him, right now.]

Fortunate that it seems to hold true even when dragged away from Azeroth proper. I doubt those humans would have cared to find they sometimes only abducted bodies.