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exsilium MODS ([personal profile] initiates) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-10-31 05:13 pm
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( open ) our ag wing's back and you're gonna be in trouble (hey now! hey now! our ag wing's back)

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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[personal profile] timehalt 2013-11-20 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ah?

[ Wasn't he just saying he wasn't going to do anything? There is a distinctly vague-ish memory of her saying something about taking care of this. ]

Excuse me?
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[personal profile] onehundredswords 2013-11-21 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Capriciousness, thy name is Ichimaru.]

I said if you don't agree to keep this tag-team our little secret, I'll let these things make surrealist paintings out of your insides all over the floors and walls.

And if you promise and break it, I'll make you wish the zombies had gotten you instead.

[he is WAY TOO CHEERFUL AS HE SAYS THIS

But he only acts like a creepy fucker because he cares. He doesn't really want Miranda to die.
]

Ok? Make your mind up quick, they're coming.
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[personal profile] timehalt 2013-11-21 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gin really knows how to charm a lady into wanting to take on zombies more than be near him anymore. ]

Um. I--I really don't think that's necessary. I can--I can leave, if you'd rather--I don't--i-it isn't a big issue...
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[personal profile] onehundredswords 2013-11-21 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Too late!

[He practically speaks over her response and throws himself forward, leaping over her, and lands within striking distance of the oncoming undead, using the momentum as he lands to bring his sword down and cut through several of them from the front all at once.

Of course the ones who've lost their legs drop to the ground with a hideous splatter, but continue to drag themselves forward with their hands, aiming to slash and bite and claw their way through the pair of them, so he backs up a little and begins fighting off each one as it comes at him, either through further destroying their bodies by repeatedly cutting them up, or just delivering a strong kick to their bodies and literally knocking them back.

She could probably leave while he's distracted if she wanted to, as long as she remembers there are still zombies on the way behind them, approaching in the distance.
]
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[personal profile] timehalt 2013-11-25 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miranda's never been so torn--on the one hand holy crap on the other, he's fighting these guys all by himself and she's not supposed to let that happen!

Maybe if he could just--ah--get a little away from them--she--she could--

But there's a hush of breath from over her shoulder and she lets out a scream of surprise and instant terror. She bolts, fingers fumbling at her sleeve for her Innocence, and the monster gives chase, only to slam into a wall of translucent energy as Miranda presses up against the far side.

God, and she thought things couldn't get worse. ]