( 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

[otherness]

Xion's gentle smile and warm hand did reassure him somewhat. Though it did nothing for the muddled memories in his head, it lifted his spirits in a way he didn't entirely anticipate. The moment was short-lived, however, as Lea reached down and plucked Xion without effort.

Something about the gesture was incredibly alarming-- and familiar-- though he couldn't place why. "Axel!" he blurted without thinking, then immediately felt bad. Lea wasn't actually doing anything to her, he just... picked her up. The reaction was so unconscious, he just... "Don't you think that's a little much? -- Never mind, let's just move."

Time to go. With his own dwindling strength, he held tightly onto his Keyblade, and still tried to lead Lea and the captive Xion toward safety.

[attheclocktower]

Xion, for her part, very nearly yelped at Lea suddenly hauling her up under one arm. She bit down on the noise at the last second though, so all that came out was a strangled sort of squeak. Thankfully she'd figured out by now that noise and zombies were a bad combination.

Robbed of most ability to complain, Xion wriggled a bit into a more comfortable position (as comfortable as she could get) then waited as Roxas led them back, trying to keep an eye out for anything else.