( 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

[niehaus]

( watching the other clone do work on the monster, cosima couldn't help make a disgusted face at the gruesome scene. seeing the blood spatter onto helena, cosima felt obligated to warn her. )

Avoid getting the blood on yourself!

( who really knew what was in alien monster blood. )

[sestra]

[Helena pauses when the other clone's words filter in, the beast twitching in its near death beneath her, and she turns her head.]

[It's a few moments of just staring at the dreadlocked woman, taking in her appearance and looking a little too long at her familiar face. Then Helena looks down at herself, already splattered in blood.]

Too late. [And then she continues the sawing motions through its neck, straight down until the head is decapitated; a little unnecessary, since the creature dies halfway through her attempts, but she'd already started - so of course she needed to finish.]

[Helena climbs to her feet after, then gives the head a kick; it spins across the room until it collides with the nearest wall. Her gaze turns once again to the other clone, staying there this time, and there's a couple seconds before she speaks up again.] Dismemberment is effective.

[You know. In case you hadn't noticed yet 8Db]

[niehaus]

( the collision of the decapitated head and the wall snapped cosima back to reality, particularly the reality of her situation. )

Seems like you have a lot of experience.

( she gestures to the various components of the monster lying in different parts of the room. there might have also been some gratitude in her voice. )

So, you're Helena. ( there was some uncertainty as to what to expect from the other clone. predictability, from what she's heard from sarah, was not one of helena's traits. )

[sestra]

[Helena takes in how the other clone speaks, the way she holds herself. They all move so differently. It's fascinating, in a way.]

[Her eyes follow the gesture to the limbs, and she chuckles softly over it.] I have killed many of these beasts.

[Her face twitches a little, when she hears her name spoken, and she picks up on the uncertainty in the tone (alongside the gratitude, earlier, not sure what to make of that in particular). But she doesn't move, doesn't give any sign that's she's going to suddenly take a flying leap with murderous intent.]

[It's probably Sarah's doing. Her curiosity beats back the instinct to kill, at least right now. Her gaze falls on the other clone with a sharp intensity, and Helena tests the name she got from the network on her tongue.] Cosima.

[Her accent probably butchers it slightly, though.]