( 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

[notpeterparker]

[Feeling the warm of his hand is actually what helps her calm down, as she moves a little closer to him. She's still on edge, but more because of the threat of monsters rather then the person next to her.]

I'm Carol. It's nice to meet you, and um, thank you for taking me to the safe zone.

[khajidont]

Carol? Okay. You're welcome, Carol. [He smiles at her, relieved not to have to relive the events of the bombing, those parents and children too afraid of him to trust him enough to escort them to the shelters. He wouldn't have left her alone anyway, but it's always better not to do it through force.

As he rises to his full height - which, though taller than her, isn't all that impressive - he keeps holding her hand.] I'll get you there, I promise. But I need you to promise me something too. Can you promise me that you'll stay close to me until we get there?

[notpeterparker]

[She gives him a quick nod.]

I promise. I-I really don't want to run into anymore of those monsters by myself anyway.

[khajidont]

Then you're in luck, because with me around, you won't.

[With one hand occupied, he doesn't think that slicing up the zombies is the best solution in the world, and that leaves on option: ranged attacks. He morphs his free hand into a gun, just in case, and begins walking out into the open once more.]

When they come, I'm going to have to shoot them. It's not going to be pretty, [he warns her, wishing that he didn't have to subject anyone this young to enough physical disfigurement to make him feel sick, but they don't have much of a choice here.]