( 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

[walkingarsenal]

[Fili slows down to check the corner they're turning. It might serve as a short break, too.]

I won't. Only if something comes, as promised, or right into bed.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili's reply is a yawn and his fingers curl around one of Fili's braids, holding it loosely in his hand.]

I'll yank your hair out.

[walkingarsenal]

[The gesture is familiar, a little nostalgic. And doesn't faze Fili in the least.]

If my hair goes, you're going with it.

[Once they've made it to their room, he does exactly what he said he would, expecting Kili not to rip his braid out as he's dropped onto his bunk.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili laughs softly at that and falls silent. Even at his position, it seems he's starting to doze off again already.

He lets go of his brother's braid just in time to be dropped onto the bed. He lets out a little sound as he hits the mattress and grins sleepily up at Fili, grabbing onto his brother's wrist and tugging.]

Well come on, are you joining me?

[walkingarsenal]

[Kili won't have to ask twice. Fili pulls his boots off, keeps almost everything else on and his swords under the bed, and climbs onto the mattress.]

I think I've more than earned it. [Settling beside his brother, he lets go of a breath and shuts his eyes.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Oh right. Kili sits up so he can set his weapons and boots aside as well. Their bed will probably need a good cleaning after this, but Kili's too tired to care. Laying back down, he stays close to his brother.]

Most definitely.