( 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

[khajidont]

Maya, it's really dangerous out here. You could die! Or... or worse, even. [He frowns deeply at her, struck by the sheer recklessness of it. Even seeing people without powers that can still fight around here is almost a little jarring, knowing what's at stake. Maya shouldn't be out here at all.]

I'm sure there's lots to do in the safe zone too.

[acemedium]

[She still fails to meet his eyes when scolded, but doesn't quite duck her head like she usually might, chewing a lip]

Nick might be out here. And Rosette and everyone else, too! I'm not-- I'm not going to stay behind! [That's not even half the story. Her time spent under UE's thumb with nothing but daily experiments to look forward to had given her a deep aversion to staying in an enclosed area, and--]

[(...)]

I might not be able to fight them, exactly... but I've got a power! [She thinks she does, anyway] I can help out!

[khajidont]

[He understands where Maya's coming from, truly he does - nobody wants to be left behind doing nothing when the world is falling apart around them - but that doesn't make it right.]

We don't have resurrection here anymore. If you die here, you die for real. Maya, you --

[He raises his hands to rest on her shoulders, then grimaces at the state of them. The armour on his hands slips back into his skin leaving behind human hands, brown and warm and still a little blistered from the transformation. He rests his hands on Maya's shoulders, trying to get her attention.] All your friends, they want you safe and alive at the end of all this too.

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[acemedium]

Resurrection? [That's news to her. And it shows with a blank stare directed right at him. Well, up until he puts his hands on her shoulders. She catches a bit of the armor retreating in the corner of her eye and that's pretty odd to watch - but he puts his hands right on her shoulders and he catches her eye, briefly.]

[Mumbled:] It might not even really be me....

[acemedium]

[She doesn't make a single move to shake off or reposition his hands, but it's back to the lip-biting and avoiding his eyes again. Worrying other people isn't something she even considered, and hearing it from him is making her feel increasingly guilty.]

Don't get me wrong! I'm not running out here all.. Lemur Jenkins or anything like that! I don't want to get chomped by one of those things, either!

But I can be useful to you! And if they're out here... Then I need to help them! E-Especially Nick!

[khajidont]

Leeroy Jenkins, [Jaime corrects her automatically. Which is just stupid, he thinks immediately afterwards. They're in the midst of zombies that don't die when you behead them, where anyone could die at any moment, and instead of belabouring the point he ends up correcting her about a stupid internet meme. He sighs, exasperated, and mutters:] Which isn't even important.

[Of course, there are more important things at hand here.]

My point is, it only takes a second for things to go wrong out here. [A beat, then it's worth it to ask:] So what's your power?