( open ) i'll fly you to the moon and back

[initiates]

Date & Time: September 21st - September 30th, 11:59 PM
Location: The Hold, the Moon Base
Characters: Any/all.
Summary: The Transports are evacuating to the Moon Base. Those on the Moon Base try to settle in and figure out their next move. Setting info can be found here.
Warnings: Talk of nuclear warheads and reference to immense loss of life. Please contact the mods should any individual thread get graphically violent or anything else of the sort.
Note: Use date and location tags in your subject headlines! Such as "On the moon, 23rd onward" or "On the spaceship, 25th" or "down at the Hold, 29th."

The Hold is a flurry of activity, grim faced members of the Initiative group directing supplies and people with the subdued air of people facing their own doom, and wondering at how to process the knowledge. None of the Initiative appears unaware of what will happen; their eyes linger on the Transports, expressions pleading, hopeful, doubtful, or immeasurably sad in turn.

Every eight hours, the space ship is sent back up with a load of people and supplies. The pilots are worked until they can't; the AI stolen ages ago by the Initiative greets and corrals people and supplies at both ends, and in the middle step between.

The network continues to broadcast on narrow channels between the Moon Base and Exsilium, up until the time that all connections are lost, with the carrier located en route to Exsilium. The first airship will pass by without dropping anything, but it's too early to celebrate. At a six hour delay from behind, the second airship arrives, and with it, the dark promise of the Black Code's nuclear weaponry.

The six hour window allows for time for those left behind, either by choice or circumstance, to be pulled to the Moon Base with the successful activation of the Transport Pad. New characters will ultimately arrive with the remainder of those not yet on the Moon Base, all in time to witness the explosive contact of the nuclear warhead with the ground of Exsilium live on satellite.

But until then, there's only the hurry, the silence, and the potential for full out rioting should the Transports spread word to the Exiles inevitably left behind to face this fate.

Comments

[ audio/private ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Ding-a-ling-ling-ling

Hope you brought your tablet to your prayer session, Kevin, because someone's trying to call you. ]

Hi hiiiii~!

[ You're a moron and an overgrown pigeon, however.... somebody might owe you one. Maybe.




Pick up, idiot. ]

Re: [ audio/private ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[He recognizes that number.

And really considers not picking it up. B-BUT Mister Break might be in trouble again, so...]

Y-yes?

[maddeninghatter]

Is something the matter?

[ You know, apart from MASS SLAUGHTER ]

You sound tense.

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[He looks around the deserted church, and then back down at the tablet. Break will not stay behind. Mister Gilbert, Collette and Master Oz would not let him. Perhaps it is time to say goodbye?]

I am alright, Mister Break.

[maddeninghatter]

D'you need any help? Packing up, I mean?

[ A beat ]

Cos Gilbert's verrry handy at that sort of thing. And others have offered assistance. Cute kids called the "Dan," or something like that.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He makes a high pitched noise, which is amplified by the empty cathedral's acoustics.]

T-there is no need! No need at all!

G-goodbye, Mister Break. B-be nicer to Mister Gilbert, please?

[He turns off the tablet in a hurry!]

[maddeninghatter]

[ CALLING BACK


AGAIN


REPEATEDLY: ]

What do you mean, "goodbye"?

[senseandcecilbility]

...

...

[Oh God.

J-just leave him alone.]

text

[maddeninghatter]

Making a blind man text you, I think that's very rude. Pick up the line.

Re: text

[senseandcecilbility]

Dear Mister Break,

I am not picking up the line.

I wish you a safe trip to the Moon.

Farewell.

Yours truly,

Kevin Cecil.

text

[maddeninghatter]

[ The strikeout gives him some difficulty. He figures you're one of those emoticon-using jerks. ]

Before you die horribly, can I at least ask a favor?

Re: text

[senseandcecilbility]

[He has not figured emoticons yet, but one day he will and it will be beautiful.]


Dear Mister Break,

I am not dying horribly.

Yes?

text

[maddeninghatter]

Yes you are. You're going to be burnt to bits. Horribly.

Re: text

[senseandcecilbility]

[H-he might, but at least he will die doing what he is supposed to. For once.]

Dear Mister Break,

State your business, please.

KC.

text

[maddeninghatter]

I'm at the hold. I'm not feeling well. I overdid it the other day I think. Can you come and

Re: text

[senseandcecilbility]

Dear Mister Break,

And what?

KC.

[He might be lying! He is PROBABLY lying! But what if he is not lying?]

[maddeninghatter]

[ SILENCE!!!



Let's see if you crack, Kevin. He's betting you will. Betting your life that you will... ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Keeps texting.

A hundred times.]

...

...

[THIS IS THE WORST BET EVER.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ plays candy crush.

(a tactile version, obviously, his tablet is super cool) ]

...

[ also, no response! ]

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[No.

No.

Less than five minutes later, there is a desperate angel charging into the Hold. And yes, he traveled by air.]

MISTER BREAK, are you alright?!

[What if the escape from the UE compound gave him pneumonia? What if he hid it all this time so his friends would not worry? What if he is too late?!]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Break is sitting off the side, on the floor, slumped with his distinctive white head between his knees (so he can play his game surreptitiously, shh). When he hears Kevin shouting, however, he shuts it off and looks up and murmurs pitifully: ]

Ah...

You... you're here.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He drops to his knees by Break's side. This is the face of horrified and concerned innocence, sir. I hope you are proud.]

What are you doing here? Are you unwell? Where are the others?

[He immediately tries to feel Break's forehead for fever, just like he has done to young master William a thousand times.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ His face is a little flushed from having his head down this whole time. At Kevin's touch, he smiles as sincerely as he is able. ]

They all... they got on the first ship. There wasn't much room, I told them to go ahead. Wasn't sure I could make the trip, actually.

[ He's going to make the most of your mad crush, Kevin, and shyly brush his fingertips along the side of your left cheek. ]

But now that you're here...

[senseandcecilbility]

[There is no mad crush!!!

But there is certainly some fierce blushing as he gently holds those wandering fingers, takes off his jacket and wraps it around Break's shoulders.]

Y-you are always staying behind, aren't you? Please, do not worry. I shall make sure you board the next ship.

[He puts on his sentient ring, ready to perform some proper healing. Poor Mister Break looks really under the weather.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ The jacket is still warm, from Kevin's body. What a kind gesture. Urrghh! Still he affects a dreamy smile and murmurs: ]

Can you carry me? Onto the ship? I think the next one is boarding now...

[ He plucks at Kevin's jacket, drawing it closer around himself. ]

H-hold me. Please, like you did before. Haha~! I don't believe I'll meet an angel, ever again, in my life.

[ Plaintively: ]

Can you do me this... this small favor?