( 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

[khajidont]

[Jaime frowns in response to Coby's point. He's pretty sure that each room is individually sealed off by the massive doors that mark corridor from corridor for that express reason, but to let out that many zombies would mean keeping them open for that much longer.

Something to think about later, perhaps, when they're not in the heat of battle.]

To the left? [He asks, glowing eyes darting over to where Coby's pointing with that sword of his.] Got it.

[His own blades lack the finesse or purposeful design of Coby's sword, but they get the job done - not that Jaime is even remotely aware of what the designs of different blades actually mean.] So they're attracted to light, then? [He asks between grunts, lunging forward to get the first blow in. Then, jokingly:] All we gotta do is put me in a dark room.

[chore_boy]

[Only after he had been speaking to Jaime awhile did he realize that he missed Helmeppo more than he thought. Someone who put a placid, cheerful spin on the grief they went through. Smiling in the midst of something tragic had been something Helmeppo had somehow been able to do in recent months... as far as he could remember, anyway.

Jaime didn't act remotely like him, but he still carried a cheerful tone like his friend. Sadly, Coby didn't want to feel human in the middle of what he was doing. Joking and smiling reminded him that, if he had met these creatures before, they probably would have been people he would have sacrificed his life to save. Fortunately in the dark, it would have been tougher for Jaime to see the regret on Coby's face as he followed in course, the point of his blade splitting one of the necromorph's skulls, cutting it in two pieces. Two had advanced at them, falling to both. Jaime's own attack had been swift and methodical, clear that he knew what he was doing.]

If only... If you think about such things, it's unfortunate. No matter what, we were too late, weren't we?