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

[anothercoldwar]

"I think the weather is rather nice," he replied. Joking, mostly, though he really didn't have much aversion to it. All the snow would slow them down, though.

And that definitely was a talking squirrel. Well then. He had seen stranger things, but not much stranger, he had to admit.

He nodded slightly to Nate. "Point us in the right direction, then." If there were any significant power source out there, it must have been well-shielded. He couldn't really feel it enough to get a sense of direction. Better to trust the telepath, in this case.

[oldsoldiersneverdie]

"Why does that not surprise me?" Nate replied, his tone a mixture of amusement and sarcasm. "We're maybe, mm, ten or fifteen minutes walking to where the people are, but that's not counting snow - and I can't exactly see if there are any obstacles in the way. But we can probably handle those when we come to them." Certainly with Nikolas and Remy both here they had enough firepower to get through anything short of a bunker. And he wouldn't put money on the bunker.

He could feel another bout of coughs threatening to make themselves known, so he switched to back to telepathy. ::I'll take point, I suppose - rest of you won't have to worry about plowing through the snow, anyway.:: He concentrated for a moment, confirming their trajectory, and then started slogging.

[solitaire]

“Well, I grew up in a swamp, an’ would prefer ta get outta the cold as soon as possible,” Remy mutters tightly, glancing at Nikolas and rolling his eyes. He shifts from one foot to the other, glances around as the plan’s being made and then nods his agreement. Theoretically, he could blow through the snow in front of them easily enough. But cold doesn’t lend itself well to creating energy, and energy is what he works with. So he could do it… but it’d be slightly more complicated. So instead he follows suit (haha) after Nate, leaving Nikolas to bring up the rear.

i'm officially the worst, i'm sorry everyone

[squirrelyknight]

Codpiece doesn't even state his own disatissfaction, because it was surely in poor form. As a native to warm forests during summer, and chill in the winter, only less so due to the tendency of a phoenix to roost in the orchards and for magic spillover to keep the lands immediately around the Wizard Ralph's castle in unseasonably warm condition even in deep winter, Codpiece found little more than cold barren hopelessness in this much snow.

It rather drove him to a desire to nap, were he being honest. Clinging to Remy's shoulder, he says nothing of his thoughts -- but his thoughts speak enough for themselves. For the most part, those thoughts avoided words, a collection of images and associations that ran constantly through his head.

Busy little fellow, indeed.