( 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 do not care. Helena.

[tilallisoverused]

Helena. ( THERE ARE YOU HAPPY ) It's Rodimus, by the way. Rodimus Prime.

[sestra]

[Brief grunt of slight approval?? So yes she is kind of happy.] Rodimus. [Her accent butchers it slightly, but she tests it out anyway. Though it doesn't sound like she cares too much oops.]

[tilallisoverused]

Just 'Prime' is fine.

( Rodimus, no. )

[sestra]

I am not calling you Prime.

[tilallisoverused]

Why not? It's my title.

( POUTING )

[sestra]

Title of what?

[tilallisoverused]

Of being Prime? ( a beat ) Well it was never official, but the Matrix of Leadership bonded to me - which means I'll get it properly one day.

( Rodimus Prime - Giant Idiot. )

[sestra]

[All of it goes right over her head, and her expression exhibits so.]

You are speaking nonsense. [And she's increasingly lacking in any fucks to give.]

[tilallisoverused]

( ugggggghhhhhhhhh. )

No I'm-- ( UGHHHHHH. ) A Prime is a leader. Someone who's a Prime where I'm from leads everyone else. Having the Matrix determines who's Prime.

( la la la ignoring the fact the matrix is dead and split in half )

[sestra]

Because I know what your Matrix is. [There's nothing in her tone that suggests she's actually asking though.]

[tilallisoverused]

It doesn't matter for you to get the point, does it?

[sestra]

I do not care.

[tilallisoverused]

C'mon, a paint job ( tattoos. tattoos is the word you're looking for, rodimus ) like this and you can't tell me you don't. Just a little.

[sestra]

[Staring at him.]

[This is still not the face of someone who cares.]

[tilallisoverused]

Seriously?

( seriously?!? )

[sestra]

I am not going to keep repeating myself.

[tilallisoverused]

Don't know, my audio receptors might be malfunctioning.

[sestra]

[She makes a face.] Ears. You have ears. But it changes nothing.

[tilallisoverused]

Ears, whatever.

[sestra]

Whatever. [she'll just repeat that and, you know. Start to walk away now.]