( 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

[astraia]

[Her lips quirk. Much easier, when she's not looking at the carnage.] I meant the guy hitch-hiking in your head.

[khajidont]

The -- oh. You can hear him, huh? [Funny, how he seems to flip flop between him and it these days. The Scarab honestly doesn't seem to care what it's called, but with all the talk about evil AIs going around, he feels a little protective of the Scarab's personhood.]

That's the Scarab. It's an AI, technically. It's a part of me. [It's the only way he can think of phrasing it that's not it's fused to my spine.]

[astraia]

[A slow, thoughtful nod.] You're a team, then.

[khajidont]

Yeah, exactly. [His own nod is a lot quicker, pleased at her easy acceptance.] We're partners.

[astraia]

[A faint smile.] It's nice to meet both of you, then.

[khajidont]

Thanks. Most people around here aren't too fond of AIs.

[He gets it. He just doesn't like it - and though the Scarab doesn't particularly care, Jean gets a faint buzz of approval nonetheless.]

[astraia]

[A slight shrug.] They can be killers or heroes, just like anyone else. [The sentinels, of course, are AI. But so is Vision, so is Aaron.]

[khajidont]

That's what I keep saying, but. [He gestures with one arm as if to say what can you do?.]

It's not common knowledge, though. Just so you know.

[He doesn't care too much if people know that Blue Beetle has an AI in his head, but it's not something he particularly wants spread around.]

[astraia]

[She raises a hand to zip her lips, and mimes throwing away the key.

It must look completely ridiculous, with eyes blazing white and hair aflame.]