Mission: Bad Science Saves the Day

[initiates]

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.

Comments

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[velveteened]

( oh you're awake that's great gilbert

have a loud pointed throat clearing to greet you :| )

[retraced]

[His eyes immediately snap open all the way and his hand falls away from his face.]

Oz...?!

[fml]

[velveteened]

( if gil's eyes are open, that means he may at least notice the pillow that's been thrown at him before it potentially hits him in the face. )

1/2

[retraced]

[HE KNOWS HE DESERVES THIS PILLOW TO THE FACE.]

[retraced]

[Oh but hey, this is convenient. Something to cough into when he tries to scream and fails. brb, hacking up a lung.]

[velveteened]

( NO SYMPATHY!!!! )

What did I tell you?

[retraced]

[As soon as he can catch his breath, he drops the pillow, stares blankly for a second and then finally asks:]

Do I get a hint...?

[velveteened]

About what a bad idea it was to go!

( he's had some time to draft up an Impressive Lecture (TM) he's warming up to get into it. )

[retraced]

[Whatever he can still flip this around on Oz! He sighs weakly, capped with a single, dry cough.]

You shouldn't be out of bed yet.

notifs why this....

[velveteened]

( excuse you gil he's Looming with arms akimbo, let him have his moment )

I'm getting better already.

( maybe. because he totally looks and sounds like it. but details )

And you were the one talking about me pushing myself too hard! What do you think you've done?

they're scared of his lecture too

[retraced]

[Damn it all to hell. He covers his face with the pillow again, or rather, he rolls over onto his side with his face planted into it.]

I had to go. [He mumbles, words muffled by fabric and cotton and shame.]

CLEARLY or maybe embarrassed by how pathetic this is

[velveteened]

You didn't h -

( in a stunning display of how much he's already getting better, he's cut off by coughing. )

a little of both

[retraced]

Hey!

[He brings his flushed face back up and out of the pillow, fevered eyes glaring in the most non-threatening way that is humanly possible for him.]

You're not better at all! Sit down!

sigh

[velveteened]

( he does sit down, but he can at least wave gilbert off while doing so as if it was the worst advice ever.

WHEN HE'S DONE COUGHING YOU'LL BE SORRY GIL! )

[retraced]

Wait, no, you should be in bed. Here, take mine -

[Because sitting up is a good idea, that's what he does. Except in reality it's a terrible idea and the minute that he's upright he regrets it. The room spins in what feels like a complete 360 before he finds himself with his face planted back into the pillow before he has a chance to even feel himself fall over.]

[velveteened]

You clearly need it more than I do!

( that said he's going to stay sitting over here for a minute don't mind him. )

[retraced]

[He only manages to raise his hand and point one finger in a weak attempt to ask Oz to wait a minute. He'll continue this argument as soon as the world stops moving.]

[velveteened]

( it's not lost on him that this would look pretty sad from a third person's perspective.

but he does wait so there's that. )

[retraced]

[It takes him another second or three, but finally he raises his head, blinking his blurry eyes a couple times before he's finally able to refocus on Oz.]

Is that all you wanted [cough.] to say...?

[velveteened]

( flatly: )

You're an idiot.

( okay now he's good. )

[retraced]

Mm. I won't argue with you this time.

[Another weak cough and he rests his head back on the pillow, letting his hand sit back over the top of his eyes.]

That woman...

[velveteened]

Woman?

( sits up a bit curiously, looking over at gilbert. )

[retraced]

The one who -

[carried]

- helped me back. I didn't get her name. Again.

[velveteened]

You mean you've been meeting with a lady behind my back?

( being sick in no way means he's not allowed to have fun. )

[retraced]

T-that's not what I said at all!

[WOW MEAN.]