MISSION: RELEASE THEM BACK INTO THE WILD

[initiates]

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! ]]

Comments

[bloodyashes]

If you're looking to be an embarrassment, then no, I suppose not.

[LOL NOPE. Sorry Luke, if you weren't effectively stripping for two, he'd care a lot less.]

[chosenfake]

Shut up.

[He's going to get some food now. Screw your criticism, original.]

[bloodyashes]

[Unfortunately, Luke, Asch has somehow wound up in charge of the food, and he's still steadily glaring. What do.]

Do you have a grain of modesty in your body?

[chosenfake]

[... Foodblocked. God damn it.]

Yes. Can I eat now?

[bloodyashes]

Put a shirt on.

[Technically, the rules are no shirt, no shoes, no service. He's letting you off easy here, Luke.]

[chosenfake]

... You're serious.

[bloodyashes]

Completely.

[Where did you ever get the idea that he wasn't serious.]

[chosenfake]

[Luke glares for a long moment, but... Asch is in charge of the food and he can call the shots. Reluctantly, he shuffles back over to his spot and puts his black half-tank thing back on. He tugs it down as far as it will go.]

Better?

[It's smelly and he's pretty sure it's sweaty too.]

[bloodyashes]

Passable.

[And as implied, he slides the container of finished skewers in Luke's direction, although not before grabbing one for himself. Chefs gotta eat too, after all.]

[chosenfake]

[He gives Asch one last bitchy look for the road, grabs a couple of skewers, and goes to sulk away from the fire.]

[bloodyashes]

[Bitchy look away, replica. His food, his rules.

Maybe he'll come yell at you more later if he gets bored with cooking. Who knows, really.]