( 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

[timehalt]

It--it is a bit silly...

[ But Miranda's can't help a bit of defence for the things. It was her fault for losing her device. ]

But they did have things the golems didn't. And--and I'm sure they've had many things to worry about, it must have just slipped their minds...

[anklets]

Either way, there's nothing for it now, right?

[Flashing a smile! Though her hands are still sweaty and she's careful to keep them to Miranda's sleeve.] We'll find you a replacement just as soon as there's a chance afforded to us.

[timehalt]

Ah, right.

[ Miranda's just glad Lenalee is here and she's not hallucinating. Feeling the physical presence of her hand is better than anything else right now, really. ]

I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm not...very good with technology here.

[anklets]

It's certainly advanced, isn't it? Everyone back home would be so amazed. I still have a hard time believing it.

[timehalt]

The Science Department would have a field day with it, I think. Though I wonder if they'd get any sleep at all with so many projects to look after.

[anklets]

They always did push themselves too hard.

[timehalt]

Mm, but they never let it overwhelm them. Ah. [ Well, actually... ] Most of the time, at least.

[anklets]

[Herding her into the 200 unit, grateful that she hasn't yet had to employ Matron tactics.]

No. They've never not lifted themselves back to their feet.