( 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

[gamora]

( Gamora launches herself in the direction of the thing the moment it grabs onto Jaime, blade flashing into the sword once again while she aims to sever the arm in one clean cut. Which works, until the other arm catches her across the chest and throws her back along the hall - colliding with the floor with a grunt. )

Flark if I know. ( It takes a second or two for her to get her breath back, eyes narrowed into slits as she pushes herself up. ) Last time we had someone who couldn't die to take them out. Don't suppose you know of anyone like that here?

[khajidont]

Thanks, [Jaime says, able to twist himself out of the creature's grasp the moment Gamora injures it, and he springs back in a retreat to where she was flung. There's no sense in doing anything resembling close-combat here, and besides, being caught by that thing hurt.]

I've never met anyone who couldn't die before, [he says, still sounding a bit winded.] If chopping it up doesn't work, maybe blasting it will - you know, like I did with that other body?

[gamora]

I blame Mistress Death kicking him out because she wanted to break up with him. ( There is absolutely no sign on Gamora's face that she could be speaking nonsense - it all makes perfect sense to her. ) Thanos threw a fit when he found out.

( Nothing like one's guardian acting like a teenager. It's where Gamora gets most of her charm and people skills. She doesn't answer Jaime right away, too busy mulling the situation over. )

Why not. ( They don't really have that much to lose by trying. ) Take the arms, I'll get the legs.