( 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

I'M GONNA PLAY IT when I have time again and get through my backlog of games

[transuniversal]

[If he knew how Jaime operated, it would make him miss Plex. He tries not to think about Plex, who met its end because of his own reckless foolishness when he first came to Earth, and whose nagging and constant reminders were usually helpful and right, even when Noh-Varr didn't want to hear them.]

You can? Good. I left all of my scanning equipment on my ship, which they did not seem to feel was worth bringing along with me. [But it sure would be great to have anything right now.] Maybe that would have been too close to furthering a solution to manage. ['cause that ship is ridiculous...] Can you analyze tissue composition for point of origin and composition? Or see the mechanics of how they manage to operate and take control? Or does it only permit you to see where they are?

[SCIENTIFIC CURIOSITY and actual strategy all in one.]

getting through that backlog is always the dream :')

[khajidont]

Couldn't tell you most of that. I can see what's there, but that's about it - unless I've got information about it in my database. Which I don't.

[More's the pity, though it's not like Ted's notes are the most helpful things in the world on some occasions. Sometimes the guy is a little light on the science, and heavy on the whimsy.]

I cut off some of one and handed it over to a couple of the scientists we've got around here. They're gonna see what they can find out, and I guess we'll take it from there.

getting through all my life's backlog is always my dream

[transuniversal]

I would not put too much of my faith in their capabilities or their analysis.

[This is not him being entirely excessively Kree, although to Kree this is woefully behind, and that's part of it. Noh-Varr resents being drafted without his permission, and has come to have a great deal of problems and disdain for authority figures for awhile- and it's that, on principle, if it weren't for the fact that everything about this is so chaotic, so poorly planned, that if there weren't innocent people's lives at stake he'd refuse to participate altogether and fuck off for...wherever he could get himself.]

We would be better off trying to construct our own tools and do it ourselves, if it were at all possible. I could do it relatively quickly, if I had the materials.

the life of an exsi player :')

[khajidont]

Hey, c'mon. [Jaime gives him a sidelong, faintly disapproving glance. He may not know Carlos, but he seems to be a clever enough man and he has no reason to doubt him any more than he would doubt anyone else.] You don't even know the guys. How 'bout you try working with them? I'm sure they'd appreciate the help, especially if you know how to investigate these things.

[transuniversal]

[Noh-Varr really means the Initiative; he doesn't actually know if there are any transport scientists attached to them or doing research on their own. And he has some issues, with people who go the route of "kidnapping and then using the kidnappees for their own purposes"; this is what happens when that sort of thing happens to you not once but twice.]

I try to be careful about who I work with these days.

[Because...you can't really explain all that...or the business with the Avengers...]

[khajidont]

We don't have a lot of time to be picky about that kinda thing right now.

[Jaime, sadly, is completely unaware that Noh-Varr has the Initiative in mind. Things have been so Transport-run up here that he forgets sometimes that they're supposed to be in charge in the first place.]

What're you worried about them doing, anyway?

[transuniversal]

[And Noh-Varr hasn't been here long enough to acclimate and grasp that. Though even then, he might stand by his point. He's learned the hard way to pick and choose his allies carefully. (In theory. He thinks. Even if he did just fall in with the Young Avengers because he hooked up with Kate. But that was a good choice!)

When all your adult mentors and anyone who's ever attempted to lead or guide you, any organization, has ended up failing you, caution becomes inevitable. It's easier to trust people his own age. People who aren't necessarily drawn all the way into those groups and those structures, yet.]

In my experience, most shadowy human organizations don't have the best track record with anything without an ordinary Earth origin.

[khajidont]

[And finally, the penny drops.]

Oh - no, these guys aren't part of any organization. The scientist I'm talking about is a Transport, just some guy that got here a month ago. Apparently he went to study some supernatural town back in his home, so...

[It had only seemed reasonable to help Carlos. Other people really did need to study what this was, where it came from, how to stop it. That's not Jaime's job here. Jaime's job is to hit things until they stop moving. He's good at hitting things until they stop moving.]

[transuniversal]

Oh!

[And suddenly just like that there is no more need to brood or act like a 90s anti-hero any longer. Ironically, at this point, Noh-Varr is far more willing to trust random strangers or people operating outside of the established channels than he is people working with large, obviously visible groups with some kind of credibility. From prison to prison and brain-washing to being an outsider in the Avengers and betrayed by the Supreme Intelligence and you know what, just fuck those people.]

You should have been more specific. That's much better. Where can I find him?

[khajidont]

[With all the ire directed at the Initiative for so many of their decisions - much of which delivered by Jaime himself - he's not exactly surprised at that reaction.]

They're back at the apartments, where the safe zone's been set up.