( 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

[luxuresombre]

[She pounces and mauls her way through the horde, fur getting matted with fluids as she works. The occasional deep, rumbling growl punctuates the other battle sounds.

Will they manage to clear the masses enough to catch a breath?]

[phaseshifts]

[Between the two of them, they're very capable of that, aren't they? Tyki drops into quietude, besides the screeching of alien monsters and the squelch of ripping flesh. And, indeed, they are cleaning out this spot of mess. Five more minutes of ripping and tearing, and the two of them may reunite at a corner unattended by anything inhuman - besides them.

Tyki sighs. It's a deeply pleased, almost orgiastic sound.]

It's been too long...

[luxuresombre]

[The panther shakes out its fur and then becomes a woman again, standing as if out of a crouch. Fully plastered in gore, but she'll let that go.

She holds out a hand to try and get one of the Tease to land on her.]

Work is good for the soul, I hear. [With slight humor.]