( 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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[walkingarsenal]

[Which is hard to place exactly, though Fili can't really talk there, either.

He flicks a piece of zombie who-knows-what from the top of Kili's head.]

We'd better do as we're told.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili smiles tiredly, leaning against his brother.]

Maybe we should find somewhere a bit more comfortable.

[And a bath wouldn't go awry.]

They say the housing is safe. We could go back to our room.

[walkingarsenal]

You'd have to get up for that. [Fili gives Kili a meaningful look. But the prospect of a bed instead of the floor is inviting.]

Unless you're about to tell me that Celebrian wants me to carry you all the way.

[kilimanjaro]

[There's a dangerous sort of smirk on Kili's lips.]

And if I did tell you she said that, would you believe me?

[walkingarsenal]

[Chuckling, Fili shakes his head.]

Not with that face. And if she did, I'd have to ask myself what I've done to her.

[Of course, he has done it and he'd do it again. He'd just prefer not to see Kili in the sort of condition that would force him to need it.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili laughs and grins at his brother, at least until he sees that flicker of memory on Fili's face.]

You're thinking of that time we got jumped by those orcs in the woods, aren't you?

[It felt so long ago now, back before the quest and Exsilium and living on the moon.]

I don't have a single memory of you carrying me, you know. It was all when I was out cold. [He pauses a moment.] Except for that time when I sprained my ankle when we were dwarflings.

[walkingarsenal]

[That time, other times, the most recent time that Fili never wants to repeat, carrying his brother's body to the Infirmary. Most of those memories are of fearing for Kili's life, and Fili's smile isn't completely up to scratch straightaway.]

So your plan is to change that?

[Turning suddenly, he moves as if to grab Kili for a demonstration.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili tends to block out that most recent one. It's not something he likes to think about, the pain that Fili no doubt had to go through. So he pushes it from his mind.

When Fili reaches for him, he yelps, laughing, shoving at Fili.]

Oi!

[walkingarsenal]

[Unfortunately, Fili won't be deterred, not by shoving, not even by rotting zombie bits. Kili has brought this on himself. If he gets that far, Fili will drape him securely across his shoulders.

What might deter him are the risk of running into trouble and some of his scratches 'here and there'.]

[kilimanjaro]

Fili--Fili!

[Kili's protests turn into laughter as his brother scoops him up, loud and childish and wild, hands gripping at his brother tightly.]

[walkingarsenal]

[Now he really won't be deterred. He turns his head to flash Kili a smile that closely resembles the smirk that Kili was wearing a few moments earlier.]

You can be our lookout from up there. I'll drop you on your feet if something comes.

[kilimanjaro]

I hate you!

[The uncontrollable laughter takes the bite out of the words. Of course he doesn't mean them. And despite everything, he is sort of enjoying himself, even though it's not exactly comfortable to have his feet off the ground.]

[walkingarsenal]

What's that, brother? You want me to drop you on something else?

[Laughing himself, he's already taking off towards their destination.]

How does your own personal, Mahal-given cushion sound?

[kilimanjaro]

Don't you dare.

[He manages to get control of his laughter and just hangs on to his brother, still grinning.]

What, you mean yourself?

[walkingarsenal]

Wrong one. That one's just there to borrow.

[And there's a whack for Kili's "cushion" before Fili has to adjust his grip so he doesn't drop his brother too soon and on his head.]

Don't worry, this should be more than enough.

[kilimanjaro]

Oi-- Oi!

[Kili squirms a little before fear of being dropped kicks back in and instead just bursts into laughter again.]

[walkingarsenal]

Careful--

[Laughing could be risky, interfering with Fili's hold on Kili (and maybe he should listen for any danger), but they're guaranteed a particularly memorable memory of him carrying his brother after all of this.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili's mirth changes quickly to worry at that warning and he clutches at Fili tightly.]

If you drop me, I swear--

[walkingarsenal]

[Fili slows down to check the corner they're turning. It might serve as a short break, too.]

I won't. Only if something comes, as promised, or right into bed.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili's reply is a yawn and his fingers curl around one of Fili's braids, holding it loosely in his hand.]

I'll yank your hair out.

[walkingarsenal]

[The gesture is familiar, a little nostalgic. And doesn't faze Fili in the least.]

If my hair goes, you're going with it.

[Once they've made it to their room, he does exactly what he said he would, expecting Kili not to rip his braid out as he's dropped onto his bunk.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili laughs softly at that and falls silent. Even at his position, it seems he's starting to doze off again already.

He lets go of his brother's braid just in time to be dropped onto the bed. He lets out a little sound as he hits the mattress and grins sleepily up at Fili, grabbing onto his brother's wrist and tugging.]

Well come on, are you joining me?

[walkingarsenal]

[Kili won't have to ask twice. Fili pulls his boots off, keeps almost everything else on and his swords under the bed, and climbs onto the mattress.]

I think I've more than earned it. [Settling beside his brother, he lets go of a breath and shuts his eyes.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Oh right. Kili sits up so he can set his weapons and boots aside as well. Their bed will probably need a good cleaning after this, but Kili's too tired to care. Laying back down, he stays close to his brother.]

Most definitely.