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initiates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-14 06:21 pm
Entry tags:
- #missions,
- #plot post,
- asuka langley soryu (evangelion),
- claudia donovan (warehouse 13),
- gilbert nightray (pandora hearts),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- katniss everdeen (hunger games),
- nathan summers (marvel 616),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- physis (toward the terra),
- remy lebeau (marvel 616),
- shintaro kisaragi (kagerou days),
- sir codpiece (original),
- zelos wilder (tales of symphonia),
- ✝ aidan (original),
- ✝ asami sato (legend of korra),
- ✝ belthazar spellscry (original),
- ✝ nanami momozono (kamisama hajimemashit,
- ✝ nikolas kamarov (wildstorm),
- ✝ rei ayanami (evangelion)
Mission: Bad Science Saves the Day
Date & Time: Mid-Day, 3310 | Present Day June 14th-16th
Location: Andersfeld, in the (far former) state of Alaska. (Also known at one time as Anchorage, Alaska.) | Back in Exsilium, those manning the Transport Pads, or working on developing the antibiotics and administering them to the ill throughout the city. Yet others will need to hop-scotch through time gathering sufficient supplies to save lives.
Characters: Volunteers to alter medical research, people working on antiobiotic cures, people distributing appropriate cures, and those who are doing minor missions into the past to retrieve adequate supplies to treat the sick in the present.
Summary: Transports are asked to help save tens of thousands of lives, first by traveling two years into the past and altering scientific research. Second, by helping with the manufacture and development of antibiotics or other cures, once the mission is complete. Third, by distributing the cure to the affected parties. Fourth, by going on pointed supply missions solo, or with up to two other people, in order to get enough supplies to save people in the present.
Whatever your character decides to do, the weight of saving lives is on their shoulders, unasked, and perhaps unwelcome. What will they do when faced with this decision?
Warnings: Illness. Freezing cold. Possible death. Drunken scientists.
In Andersfeld, the snow falls in thick, fat flakes, winds blowing in gusts up to 60 kph. Everyone is bundled up against the weather. Spirits are generally low, if not outright alcoholic. Safety lines and lights guide those brave enough to venture outdoors from building to building.
For the Transports with a six hour window to alter a future that will kill over a hundred thousand people in three weeks, it's a dangerous and necessary bravery.
In Exsilium, the success of the mission to Andersfeld is felt as soon as scientists notice the virus responding to antibiotic treatments. It becomes a race to finding the most effective means of combating the now bacterial infection, and of mass producing any working cure for distribution.
Some help with the production.
Others hurry to cart the supply out to the places hit most heavily. Yet others work directly with administering the antibiotics, in most cases, via an IV line. Those less heavily affected will be granted ridiculously large antibiotic pills, needing to be coaxed down spasming throats.
Those who need action, or who are no good with the sick, are asked to make countless small trips through time to secure the supplies needed to produce enough of the cure to save the tens of thousands who are ill but not yet deceased.
And for those too ill to assist, now is the time to rest, heal, and get better. In a world like this, one never knows what surprise might next lie in wait. The Transports and the Initiative have thwarted total disaster for now.
Mostly.
Location: Andersfeld, in the (far former) state of Alaska. (Also known at one time as Anchorage, Alaska.) | Back in Exsilium, those manning the Transport Pads, or working on developing the antibiotics and administering them to the ill throughout the city. Yet others will need to hop-scotch through time gathering sufficient supplies to save lives.
Characters: Volunteers to alter medical research, people working on antiobiotic cures, people distributing appropriate cures, and those who are doing minor missions into the past to retrieve adequate supplies to treat the sick in the present.
Summary: Transports are asked to help save tens of thousands of lives, first by traveling two years into the past and altering scientific research. Second, by helping with the manufacture and development of antibiotics or other cures, once the mission is complete. Third, by distributing the cure to the affected parties. Fourth, by going on pointed supply missions solo, or with up to two other people, in order to get enough supplies to save people in the present.
Whatever your character decides to do, the weight of saving lives is on their shoulders, unasked, and perhaps unwelcome. What will they do when faced with this decision?
Warnings: Illness. Freezing cold. Possible death. Drunken scientists.
In Andersfeld, the snow falls in thick, fat flakes, winds blowing in gusts up to 60 kph. Everyone is bundled up against the weather. Spirits are generally low, if not outright alcoholic. Safety lines and lights guide those brave enough to venture outdoors from building to building.
For the Transports with a six hour window to alter a future that will kill over a hundred thousand people in three weeks, it's a dangerous and necessary bravery.
In Exsilium, the success of the mission to Andersfeld is felt as soon as scientists notice the virus responding to antibiotic treatments. It becomes a race to finding the most effective means of combating the now bacterial infection, and of mass producing any working cure for distribution.
Some help with the production.
Others hurry to cart the supply out to the places hit most heavily. Yet others work directly with administering the antibiotics, in most cases, via an IV line. Those less heavily affected will be granted ridiculously large antibiotic pills, needing to be coaxed down spasming throats.
Those who need action, or who are no good with the sick, are asked to make countless small trips through time to secure the supplies needed to produce enough of the cure to save the tens of thousands who are ill but not yet deceased.
And for those too ill to assist, now is the time to rest, heal, and get better. In a world like this, one never knows what surprise might next lie in wait. The Transports and the Initiative have thwarted total disaster for now.
Mostly.
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A long pause.
"What do you think the odds are that this place has fire alarms, and would setting them off help?"
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"Odds are good this place has an extensive fire system, especially if it has multiple underground levels, but I don't think setting it off right now will do us any good. If there are fire doors to contain the blaze, triggering them could shut us out of where we want to go. Also it's lethally cold out there; no one's going to evacuate. In fact they're more likely to run TOWARD the blaze to put it out quickly."
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Looking around again, she sighs. "Now for the hard part - which way do we go? All these hallways look the same."
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"There's bound to be a directory somewhere. For now let's--"
"Hey you two! ID badges. Ain't got all day."
Gordon straightens and turns to the guard, who unceremoniously plucks it up from his chest to squint at it through his own mask.
"...Doctor... Frohman. New blood, eh? Containment always did have high turnover, heheh..."
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Of course, if everything went to plan, she wouldn't need to actually use the computers. For the moment, she was counting on Gordon to get her through. Diplomacy was not one of her strong suits, unless it was the kind that involved not actually caring if your target was still unharmed when you were done.
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Well...
"..." Is all he says as the badge is flipped back to him and left to dangle on its lanyard.
"Try not to get too contaminated, citizen. What about you?"
Gordon tries to look impatient as Rita's badge is checked... and grunts as the guard grabs a hold of his suit front and peers into his mask.
"HEY. Don't get cheeky with me, you lanky bastard. Remember, this is a bio lab; we can always grow a new one that looks just like you. Now get out of here." He dismisses Gordon with a shove.
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"Good luck in there. You'll need it. Now get a move on before something exciting happens."
Without another word, she steps forward, hoping Gordon is behind her, before the guard changes his mind. Once she's out of earshot, she turns back to her partner while she keeps walking. "You all right?"
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It doesn't take long for him to find one; every desk has a mess of holoscreens hovering over it. A couple of pokes and prods and he finds a map of the compound. "Three levels down."
He lowers his voice. "We should get down there before we start trying to break in. The network might get tipped off if we upload it from here."
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A glance at the map... isn't really helping. There's a reason she lets Yuri handle navigation.