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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.
Andersfeld, open!
[Asami is more mechanically savvy than tech savvy. One is not synonymous with the other. Even still, the advancement of information and technology is the interesting part to her, even if the wires and codes don't make as much sense to her as, say, the difference between first gear and third. She certainly trusts her gut, however, when she thinks she's suitable for this mission. She's a quick learner, if her adaptability to the communicators have anything to show for it. And after the disaster in Madrid, Asami is ready to play to her strengths.
For the umpteenth time during the mission, she tries to cover her mouth when she coughs in the hazmat suit. Trudging through the thick snow in such a bulky body suit was frustrating, certainly, but festering in her own germs within the helmet is what gets to Asami the most. Just more motivation to complete this mission and go home. The only thing is, she's stuck waiting for the information to transfer onto the computer. Her eyes are trained on the computer screen in front of her.]
Come on, you slow piece of junk... [And she gives the monitor a light whack with her palm. She doesn't have much context for this world as far as the years go, but she does remember a place called Maryland in the 1990s. This is supposed to be 3310, and computers are still lagging?
You've got to be kidding me, come on. There's no time for this. [She's hissing under her breath, and then she drags a raspy sigh. It's cut short by an ugly cough.]
Alright, let's try it again.
B
[After that ordeal, somehow the way back to the first building seems more painstaking than the first time she traveled. And that's saying a lot. She holds onto the line and tells herself to keep trucking, that she's almost there...
Just a moment to stop. Something clots in her throat and she has to get it out. It's the most painful cough she's felt all day, so sharp her eyes squeeze shut, and when she opens them she notices tiny speckles of red on her helmet. It isn't substantial enough to be noticed through the thick blizzard, but she notices.
Just stay calm.
She looks behind her, just to make sure everyone is keeping an even pace before she keeps going.]
Are you alright!? [She points her thumb up and down, trying to communicate her question in case her voice doesn't carry through the roaring winds.]
A
[She's keeping watch, as awkward as the whole situation was with them walking around like this. She wasn't even sure she could use her wands with the suit glove between her and them, but she had them out. Just in case.]
[Asami's frustration draws her attention, and after a moment she moves over to peer past the taller girl at the screen, watching the message scroll by again. Hmm.]
Perhaps I can try?
no subject
Sure, be my guest. [She shrugs the arm closest to the computer and makes space for Rose to get access.]
It would have recognized if the file were incompatible right away, right? But maybe there's a way to... [Crud, what's the word?] Um, you know. Convert it.
no subject
While I lack my brother's particular talents with these. [Or Roxy's, but she wasn't prepared to make that particular analogy.] I may be able to figure out why it's not working.
[She starts to tap at a few keys, hitting more than she meant to because of the suit, and makes a frustrated noise.]
These suits are infuriating.
[She began picking at the keys one at a time instead.]
no subject
She keeps an eye on the screen, sight flickering to the button mashing made difficult by the hazmat suit.]
Tell me about it. Do you know if this the only computer that's done this so far? I was sure I followed instructions...
no subject
[She frowns at the screen, tapping a few more keys, then tugs the USB drive out and smacks it on the counter before she plugs it back in. After a few seconds, the screen starts processing the way it should.]
And sometimes you simply have to remind the machine who is in charge.
no subject
Feeling a little impatient, Asami sighs and repeatedly clicks the Don't show me this tip again button.]
Is this really necessary?
I'm sorry this is so late.
Hundreds of years and computer programmers are still assuming end users are morons.
[She watches Asami finish in silence, still smiling faintly.]
If you mean all of this computer-rewriting and trying to change the make-up of this virus. I'm not sure. We could be fixing it, or we could be making it worse. There are...a lot of possibilities.
it's most ok!
[She sighs and clicks a few more buttons on the screen.]
I think that's all we needed to do, anyway. Thanks for your help. What's your name?
no subject
[Still, the initiative seemed to have some idea how it would work.]
Hopefully they're right though. I'd rather not return to our time and find out everyone is dead. [Such a positive thought, hmm? She didn't answer for a moment, coughing into her suit. When she was done she drew in a breath.]
Oh. I'm Rose. I'd say it was nice to meet you, but given these circumstances, well.
no subject
I'd still be struggling with this machine if it weren't for you, so I'm quite relieved to meet you! My name is Asami.
[She holds a bulky hand between them for an awkward handshake while she continues:] I suppose we should get going.
no subject
[She looks around as she starts to walk.]
It's a pity though, this place is probably working on other research, just as terrible as the virus.
no subject
[Every step brings a trickle of dread into her system. Going into that cold is the last thing she wants to do, yet she's anxious not to spend any more time than she has to in these corridors.]