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TEMPORAL TURBULENCE: STONEHENGE&WOODSTOCK
Date & Time: 3089 B.C./1969 A.D.
Location: Assorted
Characters: Anders, Anora, Castiel, Lea, Mukhari, Nathaniel, Raven, Roslyn
Summary: Group #1's adventures spent lost in time.
Warnings: Drugs and hippie nudity?? (notify Elle or Liz of anything else worthy of labeling)
The mission was set. Team members were given their equipment: The cloaking devices would acclimate to the area and disguise them based on the historical data pulled in. There was a weapons check: The Initiative was insistent about having those chosen weapons along for the ride. Four operatives were introduced as beacons: They would stay in contact with the Initiative and relay any alterations in plans until the mission was deemed a success. And it had to be a success, or disaster would be the only thing left.
1890 A.D.
There was a man, not very well-known as far as famous men go. A writer. His existence alone was not the significant factor in the timeline's disturbance, but his profession and his choice to tell a particular, peculiar story.
This man, the Initiative states, helped sow the seeds for modern time travel centuries before its prime. What was a captivating fiction in that man's time was the reality of today, and without his account of the Time Traveler, there was risk of the very existence of so much. The recruits absolutely have a stake in this.
To the export room — the massive, rather bare and bleak place where so many were to exit and put a stop to what was putting a stop to the writer's tale. It was as yet unclear, but the Initiative is certain they'll know it when they see it, that it will be revealed once their reluctant soldiers set foot on ancient soil.
One last check, one last insistence on the urgency of their task. One, final urging to avoid as direct an impact as possible without ruining their chances; keep your temporal footprint as light as you can.
Good luck. We're counting on you.
A flash, a bitten-back breath, a blink...The room was gone.
But this wasn't right.
Out of the many who were assigned, only eight remained. Eight, and an Initiative's operative, who was immediately aware of a problem. A big problem.
STONEHENGE, 3089 B.C.
They had made it to England, all right, but far too soon. This was an ancient place, so far lost to history the cloaking devices struggled to attribute safe disguises. It was a cloudy place in the timeline, where the things they knew about it were things they were going to know about it: Those nine lost people were to bear witness to things never remembered, but often fantasized, of a monument so wildly famous in the future.
WOODSTOCK, 1969 A.D.
The Initiative's attempts to recalibrate and move its soldiers to the right place in time had another hiccup, and the nine were once again off the mark. An overshoot — nearly a century too far and an ocean away.
Luckily (or unfortunately), their issued technology quickly recovered to suit the time it had ample information on. Beads, tie-dye, hemp, denim...There were mountains of books on this time. This place. This mother of all music events.
From Stonehenge to stoners. It was hardly the smoothest of transitions.
Location: Assorted
Characters: Anders, Anora, Castiel, Lea, Mukhari, Nathaniel, Raven, Roslyn
Summary: Group #1's adventures spent lost in time.
Warnings: Drugs and hippie nudity?? (notify Elle or Liz of anything else worthy of labeling)
The mission was set. Team members were given their equipment: The cloaking devices would acclimate to the area and disguise them based on the historical data pulled in. There was a weapons check: The Initiative was insistent about having those chosen weapons along for the ride. Four operatives were introduced as beacons: They would stay in contact with the Initiative and relay any alterations in plans until the mission was deemed a success. And it had to be a success, or disaster would be the only thing left.
1890 A.D.
There was a man, not very well-known as far as famous men go. A writer. His existence alone was not the significant factor in the timeline's disturbance, but his profession and his choice to tell a particular, peculiar story.
This man, the Initiative states, helped sow the seeds for modern time travel centuries before its prime. What was a captivating fiction in that man's time was the reality of today, and without his account of the Time Traveler, there was risk of the very existence of so much. The recruits absolutely have a stake in this.
To the export room — the massive, rather bare and bleak place where so many were to exit and put a stop to what was putting a stop to the writer's tale. It was as yet unclear, but the Initiative is certain they'll know it when they see it, that it will be revealed once their reluctant soldiers set foot on ancient soil.
One last check, one last insistence on the urgency of their task. One, final urging to avoid as direct an impact as possible without ruining their chances; keep your temporal footprint as light as you can.
Good luck. We're counting on you.
A flash, a bitten-back breath, a blink...The room was gone.
But this wasn't right.
Out of the many who were assigned, only eight remained. Eight, and an Initiative's operative, who was immediately aware of a problem. A big problem.
They had made it to England, all right, but far too soon. This was an ancient place, so far lost to history the cloaking devices struggled to attribute safe disguises. It was a cloudy place in the timeline, where the things they knew about it were things they were going to know about it: Those nine lost people were to bear witness to things never remembered, but often fantasized, of a monument so wildly famous in the future.
The Initiative's attempts to recalibrate and move its soldiers to the right place in time had another hiccup, and the nine were once again off the mark. An overshoot — nearly a century too far and an ocean away.
Luckily (or unfortunately), their issued technology quickly recovered to suit the time it had ample information on. Beads, tie-dye, hemp, denim...There were mountains of books on this time. This place. This mother of all music events.
From Stonehenge to stoners. It was hardly the smoothest of transitions.
[stonehenge]
...Hey, uh.
[The only odor on the breeze is heather and dew. He's not sure if he can even smell smoke, much less a city.]
Is this... really the right place?
Re: [stonehenge]
[grimly:] There is no right place.
[He casts an accusing look at the Initiative operative.] I have better things to do than frolic in the hills. [like wash his hair. That would qualify as a better thing to do.]
no subject
We— well, we've overshot the time period. I'm attempting to contact the Initiative now.
[ It doesn't seem to be going too well. ]
no subject
... Looks like it's a long way away from civilization, any-
Hey, is that smoke? [He points north. There's something there, wafting up into the sky, all right; it's hard to see...] Maybe someone's already here!
GONNA HOP IN HERE, but let me know if i shouldn't B)
He strolls past both Lea and Anders, hands folded behind his head, scowling as he surveys the incredibly exciting landscape ahead of them. Eyes flicking towards the smoke when Lea points it out. ]
Hmm. Looks like smoke to me...
[ and then back to the operative ]
Hey, agent! Overshot by how much? And which way?
no subject
That would be... nearly five thousand years. Ah, earlier. Than intended. [ He swallows. ] But the location appears to be very near to correct.
no subject
[ANORA STILL ISN'T USED TO THIS POPPING IN FROM ONE TIME TO THE NEXT BUSINESS so she's just wiping her mouth with the back of her hand
a pitiful attempt to try to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. fun! time-travel sickness.]
Congratulations on at least getting the location right. I suppose that must count for something.
no subject
[Raven is clutching her head, she's got a headache. Both from the time travel itself and for the Initiative new blatant show of incompetency.]
How long will we have to stay here?
no subject
Hopefully not long.
[He casts a significant glance at the operative.]
Given their track record, I suppose we should be glad we're at least on the correct planet.
no subject
The calculations were correct! Should have been correct. Our machinery was as affected as our civilians. [ A frown. ] We only need to stay until I can get a message through to the Hold. It shouldn't be long.
[ famous last words, right. ]
no subject
Well just send us a message when you do. [And with that, Raven walks off, her cape swaying behind her. If they were to stay here for an unknown amount of time, she could as well go explore her surroundings a bit.]