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

[lazyinlove]

"Separately?"

Yep, that's a hint of dismay that you hear. With an eye roll, he gets to work on this first computer. Click, click, boom. Not exactly rocket science, but still not something he wants to do like fifty more times.

[retraced]

"Unless you know of a different way."

Which for all he knows is either entirely possible or an impossible dream altogether. He sways a little on his feet and ends up leaning over to rest his hands on the table as he watches what Stanley does to the machine. Wait, that was too fast he didn't catch any of that.

"Wait, how did you-?" he asks, pointing at the screen with a clumsy, gloved finger.

[lazyinlove]

Oh, jeez. This guy really did need the help. But even more concerning was that wobble. Stan really didn't want to drag this dude back. He was pretty big.

"...Hey, you mind being lookout instead?"

[retraced]

Lookout? Was he really that useless in this situation...?

Of course the answer is yes.

He sighs and stands up straight, attempting to rub the back of his neck before realizing that it's covered with this stupid suit. It's getting too hot in this thing, but he'd been warned about taking it off, so he does little else except grasp it awkwardly in his closed fist and turn to walk to the door.

"Sure."

And suddenly he becomes a glorified babysitter. Excellent.

[lazyinlove]

Baby gets busy, meanwhile, attempting to find a cloud or an intranet or a local network or anything. Computers aren't really his thing, but he at least has a better idea what he's looking for than Curly over there.

"I'm putting in a request for better directions next time."

[retraced]

He turns away from the door to peer back at the kid. As if he understands just what it is he's looking at here.

"Why? Is it not working right?"

He's pretty sure that's all the instructions that they gave him, but it's not exactly like he had time to write them all down.

[lazyinlove]

Stan replies to that with an oh so reassuring shrug. Look, dude, he's not even supposed to be here today. He clicks around a few more minutes, and just when he's starting to get a sinking feeling that he'll have to repeat this process a few hundred more times...score! There's a main network and it's got a ton of users. If that's not every computer in the compound it's at least all of the official ones.

"Oh, thank fuck."

[retraced]

Stan, we need to work on our communication.

"Huh - what? What happened? Is it working?" he calls out from where he's still standing in the doorway, stifling another cough inside of his ridiculous suit.

[lazyinlove]

Is it working? That's a tough question. He can't get it to upload to the whole network with an administrator password. Stan slumps unhappily again and bangs a fist on the table half heartedly.

There aren't any convenient labeled portraits of loved ones or cute dogs around like in the movies, either. The password could be anything.

"We're so screwed."

[retraced]

"We're what?!"

Okay screw being the lookout. He hurries back over to the computer, staring down at the screen as though he understands what's going on with it.

"They said it would be easy!"

[lazyinlove]

"Easy if you like repetitive tasks I guess." Stan grumbles. He yanks the jump drive out a little more roughly than strictly necessary, but not hard enough to actually damage anything. He's ill and cranky, but he's not stupid. At least not that stupid. "Without a password its gotta be done like a hundred times."

[retraced]

"Password..."

He glances around the room and clears his throat to keep from coughing.

"But we just need to put this device into every machine and it will still work, right?"

Clearly this is a guy who doesn't mind repetitive tasks. It doesn't sound like a problem to him, he's just still completely unsure if it's worked yet or not. Talk to him like he's 5, Stan.

[lazyinlove]

It's funny that as soon as he states the problem out loud, he's somehow sure that he can solve it. Confused, but far more willing to give it a second try than to give up and do things the hard way, Stan sits down at the next kiosk and repeats the process again. This time, he types in what somehow feels right as the password, even though it's absurd.

...And it works. They're in. Network connection is go. "Holy shit. It worked."

[retraced]

He could have said it worked or it was still broken and Gilbert, sadly, wouldn't have known the difference. He still doesn't, so for all he knows this kid is lying outright to him.

"It worked? How? Are you sure?"

[lazyinlove]

"Figured out the password." Stan clarified as he continued taping and typing, making sure the content got uploaded and opened to the entire network.

[retraced]

He'll just be back here standing behind him, squinting at the screen.

"How did you do that?"

He's probably going to have to explain all of this to the Initiative later, after all. Might as well make an effort to try and understand, even if he fails at it.

[lazyinlove]

That earns Gilbert another of those patented unhelpful shrugs. Hell if Stanley knows how he figured it out, it just sort of occurred to him out of nowhere.

[retraced]

And in return, Stanly gets another marvelous lineface.

"You honestly don't know...?"

[lazyinlove]

"No. I just kinda knew it." Stanley explains-or doesn't explain, maybe. It's the truth, though. He has no idea how the right password just came up him like that. It's a lite weird. But lucky.

[retraced]

"I'm confused."

That goes without saying, but. It still needs to be said. Because honestly, he has no idea what else to say in this bizarre situation, and he's starting to wonder if maybe he's hallucinated this entire conversation. As long as it's working, he doesn't really mind a fever twisting his memories around, but.

*came to WTF autocorrect

[lazyinlove]

"Uh. A password locks us out but if we know it we can get in. So we're good now."

Stanley explains, guessing just from this dude's appearance and speech that he's probably not from around here. A few more minutes of clicking and tapping and boom! They're finished here. Stan stretches and stands up, grabbing the drive back for Gilbert.

"All set. C'mon, let's get the hell out of here. This suit is killing me."

you have to be smarter than autocorrect or else

[retraced]

"Wait, we're done?"

All of that is well and good, he can get to the other half of his job now, but just to be sure. He takes the drive back and holds it in his gloved hand, staring down at it like it's about to jump up and eat his face or something.

"How do we know it worked?"

>| well I can't be cuntier.

[lazyinlove]

"You said just put it on all the computers, right?"

Because if there's more and the dude is only now telling him that's pretty annoying.

[retraced]

He goes a little crosseyed for a second, but quickly shakes his head to snap himself back out of this confused fog. It worked, that's what's important, now how it worked. If the Initiative asks, he's just going to have to make something up. Maybe after a nap he'll come up with something that sounds good.

"Yeah, that's right. Thanks for your help..."

He trails off a bit at the end as he realizes he never did ask the guy for his name.

[lazyinlove]

"It's cool. I wasn't doing anything anyway."

The guy says, both missing the cue and apparently a mission objective. Enjoy that one, Gil.