( 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

[sestra]

I cannot speak for how your minds works. [Not that she was entirely aware of his killing too many of them until now.]

[individualist]

[Then it would be an act of admission on his part - except he doesn't expect someone so zealous to believe it - but he laughs again, a pleasant one if not for his identity.]

Finally, you're speaking some sense.

But I digress - I am indeed who you say, though I prefer Lucifer. It's a show of manners to refer to another by their name rather than some crass term like that.

[Though this is all him messing with her, honestly. He doesn't care too much about manners either.]

With that said, you could tell me your name - or at least state your intentions.

[sestra]

[Helena makes a grunting sound when he laughs, her grip tightening further on the knife.]

[Honestly, she has no idea what her intentions are. Helena's belief in God and the Devil is absolute, but neither are beings she'd ever expected to come face to face with.]

I do not care about manners when it comes to you. [Nor does she care about what his name preference is. Nor does she intend on giving her own.] Satan is the Beast. It is not simple term.