( 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!

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[rewarded]

[She assumes that's his name, and maybe his profession??? But, man. That's one weird way to talk. She resists the urge to cock an eyebrow while picking up both of the arms.]

Batter up. [NOT QUITE THE RIGHT PHRASE, but she tosses them anyway.]

[inhumanity]

[It's not entirely off-base, this time: Christopher swings first at one arm, sending it flying fast to the button that opens the first gate of the airlock. The second limb gets knocked more gently into the air, where it lands at the edge of some piping. It's bound to fall eventually. Christopher slides over to the main portion of the body, and he opens his umbrella. Ice crystalizes along its edges, but he ignores that; instead, he uses the open form to swoop the rest of the body parts up, swing it all around, and then send it flying into the airlock.

And just as they enter the airlock, the second limb loses its balance completely and drops. Right on top of the button that seals the station-side gate and opens up the gate that will drag all those zombie parts out into space.

Christopher turns towards her and bows, a gesture as excessively flashy as his efforts to fight zombies.] Well met. Shall we join together to teach these beings the merciless emptiness in Mother Nature's gaming fields?

[rewarded]

[As misanthropic as she may be, even she has to admit that's pretty impressive. She's not going to clap, because clapping with one hand and a tentacle is kind of impossible, but she is going to let out a low whistle. That is as close as a compliment as someone she barely knows is going to get.

Snapping one of the legs off the table she threw earlier, she straightens her posture.] If you think you can keep up--sure.

[Alas, impressed or not, she's still going to be cocky. This is the best workout she's had in years, after all.]

[inhumanity]

[Christopher responds to her arrogance with a smirk of his own. He likes this strange person.] Never doubt a friend.