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exsiliumlogs2013-06-14 06:21 pm
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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Ow?! W-what was that for?!
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You needed some sense knocked into you.
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[Sense hurts!!]
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[In complete and total honesty. He doesn't give any resistance as he's tugged, apparently having given up entirely.]
go to sleep sarah
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[He frowns after he says it, though, like he's not so sure himself.]
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Just save your breath, Gil.
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[He laughs a little under his breath, but it sounds more like a weak cough.]
But I'll probably forget it if you tell me now...
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[He repeats, trying his best to commit it to memory.]
...That's surprising.
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[It's been a long day, this makes perfect sense at the moment.]
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Seriously? Like what?
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[There's a lot of people like that here. People from worlds with names he doesn't recognize, powers that don't make sense, faces that look out of place and voices with accents that don't fit anywhere.]
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[ The clinic is a mess; it's overflowing with patients and doctors and nurses all about the place. There's an overwhelming sense of disease as she pulls Gilbert through the door, looking for a doctor to maybe tend to him now.
Maybe not.
She'll just have to take him to a bed that's unoccupied. ]
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I have to go. I'll get you a doctor.
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Wait...I...
[He clears his throat, but it's useless in getting it to sound even halfway decent.]
Thank you. You helped me...even though I'm...
[Slowly, his eyes start to close and he really does end up faceplanting, safely! - right into the pillow. Lights out.]
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