( 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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[attheclocktower]

Xion accepted Roxas' helping hand up, staring in wonder at the Keyblade. She doesn't make the tattoo connection as quickly as Roxas had. Though she did realize something had changed - something big. Because she knew he hadn't had a Keyblade before. Had he gotten it after she died? He must've... But how?

Thankfully Roxas' joke broke the tension and she smiled a bit sheepishly.

Seeing the Keyblade put questions in her head, questions she'd pushed aside in the midst of trying to escape the zombie horde. Now that they were in her head, it was a lot harder to push them out. But now was definitely not a place for questions, especially ones that would probably be as long as they looked to end up to be.

So she opted to go another familiar route.

"Hey, maybe now we'll get to show you how to do some things!" she teased. As opposed to him always showing them the ropes or even just learn about the world around them back home.

Her face fell though into something a little more solemn. "I don't think it's too far now. We just have to make it to the housing rooms. And... thanks."

To Axel, for saving them again. And to Roxas, for protecting her.

[promises_to_keep]

They were taking this remarkably well. He had expected shock and disbelief, like when Riku and Sora and Yen Sid had first seen the darn thing. Holding it out for them to look at, his free hand awkwardly affixed to the back of his neck, Lea turned the blade in the light, watching the way the translucent spikes of the flame head warped the images of the lines of the floor beneath their feet.

He gave a helpless laugh at Roxas' comment, shaking his head.

"Well, I mean I could have pulled a Sora and gone with cake and Groucho glasses," he said, "but I feel like that would have been pushing it." He realized half an instant too late that they probably had no idea what he was talking about, but pushed on anyway. "I guess in terms of showing off a new weapon, though, using it to help your friends out ain't the worst method."

Part of him wanted to dismiss it so he wouldn't have to carry it, but there were probably still more zombies and he wasn't sure he'd be able to call it again. Lea exhaled softly, then cast his eyes toward the far end of the bay. The housing area wasn't too far, if he recalled, just on the other side of the bays, maybe? Ugh, he wasn't really sure, but at least it seemed they were going in the right direction.

He looked at Xion, then at Roxas.

"You guys all right? Xion, how you holding up?" He grimaced. "I could probably throw you a Cure if you think it'll help, but..."

Well, they knew he kind of sucked at restoratives. He was willing to give it a shot though.

[otherness]

"I don't really have any objections to cake," Roxas replied. He did actually have some idea of what Lea was talking about, but he didn't want to go into details when they were still in danger. He hadn't really gone into the details to... anyone, come to think of it.

The blond felt a bit odd, like he shouldn't be caught wandering around without his other half. It made him a bit tight-lipped especially since he didn't want to hurt Xion more than he already had. So he didn't elaborate, and instead tried to stay in the moment.

"I'm worried." Xion was looking worse the longer they dallied here. He made a little motion like he was about to take her hand, and then he stopped himself. It'd almost seemed natural for a second, instinctive. He shook off his uncertainty and looked at Lea seriously. "We need to get to the safe zone right now. You and I can look for a healer afterward."

[attheclocktower]

Since Roxas seemed (oddly? not oddly?) hesitant about it, Xion completed the motion herself, reaching out and taking his hand. She smiled over in his direction, trying to let him know by those two gestures that it was okay.

She shook her head at the boys' concern though. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt or anything. Just... just a bit tired," she would admit that much. Because they'd probably scold her if she collapsed like she had on that one mission. Not that she had any plans on doing that.

That wasn't to say she probably wouldn't drop shortly after making it back to safety, but that was a matter for later.

[promises_to_keep]

Lea nodded. It was in Roxas' nature to worry about Xion, he knew that well enough, but this was a concern he could get behind. She really did look about ready to drop. Right, then; time to kick it up a notch. Without bothering to ask permission he just takes a step forward and nabs Xion around the middle, tucking her under his arm. She's light--lighter than Sora was, even. Obviously she needs to eat more ice cream; what the hell were they doing while he was away for two months? Sheesh, can't turn your back for a second!

Hefting her gently and not brooking any arguments about this, he met Roxas' eye.

"Lead the way, hype. I'll tell you guys a really great story about all of this once we're not surrounded by the undead."

[otherness]

Xion's gentle smile and warm hand did reassure him somewhat. Though it did nothing for the muddled memories in his head, it lifted his spirits in a way he didn't entirely anticipate. The moment was short-lived, however, as Lea reached down and plucked Xion without effort.

Something about the gesture was incredibly alarming-- and familiar-- though he couldn't place why. "Axel!" he blurted without thinking, then immediately felt bad. Lea wasn't actually doing anything to her, he just... picked her up. The reaction was so unconscious, he just... "Don't you think that's a little much? -- Never mind, let's just move."

Time to go. With his own dwindling strength, he held tightly onto his Keyblade, and still tried to lead Lea and the captive Xion toward safety.

[attheclocktower]

Xion, for her part, very nearly yelped at Lea suddenly hauling her up under one arm. She bit down on the noise at the last second though, so all that came out was a strangled sort of squeak. Thankfully she'd figured out by now that noise and zombies were a bad combination.

Robbed of most ability to complain, Xion wriggled a bit into a more comfortable position (as comfortable as she could get) then waited as Roxas led them back, trying to keep an eye out for anything else.