MISSION: RELEASE THEM BACK INTO THE WILD

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Date & Time: April 27th - May 1st
Location: Wollongong, Australia, 2464.
Characters: All voluntary transports + maybe a few drafted ones.
Summary: Make those stay-at-homes leave their nerdcaves! My god, do they even know what sunshine looks like???
Warnings: none planned, will be updated accordingly!

The city is old, dark, and very, very quiet. A good deal of the buildings are crumbling and old, but the ones that are actually inhabited glow like candles in the dusk the Transporter has dropped you into. All of these buildings are infested by wiring pouring in from every angle, ensuring that each inhabitant in his or her little block of a room has every modern convenience available in 2464.

There is no one on the streets, no public transportation, and even cars look scarce. But that doesn't mean there's no movement. Maintenance drones, controlled remotely, run deliveries or work repairs. Armed law enforcement drones patrol on rounds through the city, although their mechanized attention is mostly turned outward. Still, they might come to investigate a ruckus within the city limits. And if the persons causing the ruckus don't respond to peaceful attempts to get them to cease, the drones might attempt to subdue them with paralyzing technology and haul them in for a night in the city jail — another dark, unused place.

If you get hungry, there are entire warehouses dedicated to the production of foods. It can't be that hard to sneak in and collect a meal, right? Or you can hack into the system and order whatever you want, if you're good with that kind of thing. Or you can just scavenge—or fast for four days, maybe—if thieving and hacking aren't your style.

And somewhere around here, in those glowing, secluded towers, behind the legions of automated drones, live the reclusive citizens of Wollongong. The methods are up to you, as long as you can get them to come out and breathe the fresh air somehow.

[[ ooc; Mission details are here! This will run from 27th of April to May 1st, with those on the mission returning to Exsilium at the same time that the new arrivals show up. It's an optional mission, but if you'd like your character to go along that would ICly sit it out, feel free to say that the Initiative drafted them for this one.

There aren't any teams or structured threads to this one, so go wild! ]]

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[A/Arrival]
[A couple hours into this mission and Nic's got the general layout of the city and a few dead machines in his wake; nerves still buzzing from the satisfaction of taking something down, even if he's never seen anything like it before. He wanders the streets with a small package of food, munching habitually on it as he confirms streets with his own rooftop map.

The job's easy enough on paper; taking out whatever powers these houses should do the trick. Individually it'd be a long process, but if he can find the source--then they can get down to business and he can get some actual work done. With that in mind, he licks his fingers free of grease and starts to look around for some sort of power source for the block.]


[B/Later in the week]
[Looting is a man's best friend, especially when it's a free for all. Money's best, but none of the houses have much--and what they do looks nothing like the coins he's been given back at Exsilium. Still, he pockets what he can and looks for stuff he can carry back with him to pawn off later. Food, goods; if it fits, it's getting shoved in the bag he picked up sometime throughout the festivities. He's being sneaky about it, but there's only so much you bother with when things are getting hairy out here.]

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[silenceandcards]

[What Keith understands is that cutting wires will get the job done. He was never a mechanic, and he has no idea what the Internet is, so whenever he found wires, he cut all of them and has probably made quite a few buildings lose power. Hopefully, that isn't making the inhabitants of Wollongong get locked up in their house, but there're guys who can bust through walls or something, he supposes.

His knife that he picked up in one store or another is getting dull, so some of the wire-cutting sparks more than others. As Nic is looking around for a power source, Keith is crouched by a nearby building, wiping grease off is fingers and checking for how singed his sleeves are before he reaches for his own knapsack that he picked up, digging through it for a bottle of water and tossing it at Nic.]

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[Nic notices the bottle before catching it; reflexes snapping it out of the air before it has a chance to hit him. He blinks, hefts the object--(water?), and makes a quick sweep of the street to locate the source--some guy in a suit, all crouched and looking shady. Well, that's unexpected; person and help. He adjusts the strap of his bag against his shoulder, freeing one hand, which he uses to make concentrated, precise gestures.]

What's this for?

[silenceandcards]

[Keith cannot understand the sign language, but he can recognize it for what it is, so he guesses that it's either the guy cannot hear or the guy cannot speak. But he himself is not much of a speaker, and it's too hot and tiring for charades, though. He reaches into his pocket for a clipped together wad of papers and a pen, then scribbles some words on it before holding it out.]

Just passing by. Wash your hands with it or drink it, doesn't matter. Just had more than enough.

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[Well, doesn't that just warm the cockles of Nic's little black heart. Someone nice enough to write out their responses despite the fact Nic doesn't need it.]

Just talk. I'll understand what you'll say.

[silenceandcards]

[That gets a shrug from Keith, who still hasn't opened his mouth yet. He doesn't understand Nic's sign language completely, grasping the "I'll" but not much else. He has no idea what you just said.]