( 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.
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. Specify a time if you wish as well.

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

[khajidont]

I guess being famous would make it pretty hard.

[Because famous Gotham socialites like Kate Kane or Bruce Wayne could never, ever be masked superheroes!]

But, man, they can keep the fame. It just seems like it'd be a huge hassle to me.

[notadamnvampire]

If you ask me, the whole thing seems like a hassle. Being either a hero or a villain. [Al's parents have pushed him too hard, and now he wants to do anything but be a villain like them. He sharply folds his arms.] How do you even deal with it?

[khajidont]

Well... I dunno if I would call it a hassle, exactly. [Jaime links his fingers together and rests them on the back of his neck. It is a hassle sometimes, truth be told, trying to balance all these new responsibilities with still trying to live, but it's worth it in the end.]

It's just about trying to help people. As long as I'm doing that, then I'm doing my job. And it's not as if there's any school - [or family] - I have to try and balance around here.

[notadamnvampire]

[Al considers this, frowning in thought for a moment. He then
nodded, as if agreeing.]

Well, I suppose that makes sense. You can get more time to practice doing,
ah, heroic things, I suppose. Heaven knows this places needs any help it
can get. [Not that he's sure anyone can fix their problems here,
it's worth trying.]

[At least they were able to return to the safe areas without getting
jumped. Alucard immediately flops into the nearest available seat. Oh
right. He should say thanks. This isn't an easy thing for him to say to a
superhero.]

I, ah. I suppose I owe you one for the help. [A pause.]
Thank you.