( 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

[chore_boy]

[Not that Coby would have, even for a moment, considered using the word 'tizzy'.

Rose was far ahead of him in many regards, while he slouched and stayed in the cardboard zone.]

It's only eccentric. A battle. The same as any other.

[In that sense, Coby could take the reigns.]

Only compounded by the fact that, on top of some people being unprepared--they've likely not even seen a fight.

[thorny]

That's a bit worrisome on a practical level, considering how the entire point of our kidnapping was to serve as soldiers.

[she's just saying. is the Initiative really so stupid as to not train the poor saps they drag up here?]

[chore_boy]

[His eyes fell off of the hall. Coby let his gaze settle on Rose again, somewhat conflicted.]

That, I believe, had been accidental in most instances. Even if our candidates are touted as soldiers, if they're not combatants--it's my duty to protect them with my life.

[thorny]

If they aren't meant for war then they shouldn't have been involved in the first place.

[her tone darkens for a moment, but it's not directed at the civilians or Coby - she's angry at the Initiative for putting people in this situation, doubly so for doing it without asking to people who couldn't even contribute]

But I'm sure that you'll be pleased to know I haven't run into many people attempting to fight the monsters who shouldn't be. It keeps your danger levels to a manageable level, I'd imagine.

[chore_boy]

I agree. It's somewhat less stressful this way. [Coby reached up, unbuttoning his suit jacket and beginning to take it off. Given the depth of the hallway in front of him, he decided he would have rather avoided it getting bloodied. So far, his gloves were the only thing to suffer and blood wouldn't have changed the color of them much, he imagined.

Left with his dress shirt, Coby took off his gloves and began rolling his sleeves up. His jacket, he left hanging on a broken part of the wall. A little dust wouldn't ruin it. When he rolled his shirt up, one could see that his forearms were entirely coated black, as if painted and stained like steel.]

All in all, your anger towards this is admirable. We should point it in the right direction.