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exsilium MODS ([personal profile] initiates) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-10-31 05:13 pm
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( open ) our ag wing's back and you're gonna be in trouble (hey now! hey now! our ag wing's back)

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!
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[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-08 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Breathing deep and even, it's nearly a sure sign she's already slipped off; the press of his hand prompting nothing in the way of a response confirms it. For all the racket seeping in through the seams in the door, despite the sound of his voice or the heaviness of his palm, the rise and fall of her chest stays exactly the same.]
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[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2013-11-08 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Christ, trust her to pass out. Charlie makes a low tired noise; he shifts his hand, fingers hovering briefly near her face. He's exceedingly careful about brushing her hair back behind her ear, hardly touching her cheek as he does it (even if he wants to).]

Fuck me. Alright, I'm going. [Why he's even bothering to say it out loud-- but Charlie draws his hand back, catching the top bunk and swinging himself up and out. He checks his watch again and actually looks at it this time. Four hours, if she's lucky.]