( 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.

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[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.

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[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?

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[maddeninghatter]

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

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[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.

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[maddeninghatter]

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

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[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?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Break's docile and affectionate behavior is rather frightening. Is he delirious? Is he about to die? Kevin feels his forehead again as any concerned parent would. What was the last time Break was cared for this way?]

Ah, please do not be silly. [he gives him a self-depreciating smile. You must have realized by now that angels are not necessarily the best company, am I right?

[But of course he does as he is asked, carrying Break bridal-style towards the ship and making sure to press the ring to the man's back. Let him receive as much healing he wishes. Kevin will certainly contact more capable healers on board to take care of the rest.

But honestly, for such a skinny man, Mister Break is a little too heavy for comfort. And Kevin is soon bending over and panting like he is about to pass out himself. It is a shame that flying in public might cause a bit of a commotion.My, humans do have an unpractical life.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Just as planned! And Kevin's healing ring is taking care of any residual bumps and bruises left over from the rescue and, honestly, trying to negotiate the market amid growing unrest.

...

...

Wait. ]

Ah - Mister Cecil. Are you okay?

[senseandcecilbility]

[All things considered, Kevin believes it is in very bad taste to inform an ailing man that his high consumption of pastries might be deterrent to a swifter rescue from imminent Armageddon. As an angel, it is his duty to provide Mister Break with better parting words.]

Ah, I am...quite... alright, sir. Quite alright. Just a touch...out of shape...when it comes to abiding by... the finer effects... of gravity.

[But they are nearing the last ship...at last!]

My, they are quite impressive, aren't they? Please, send my best regards to Collette, Master Oz and Mister Gilbert...

[maddeninghatter]

[ It's not the pastries but all the damn vegetables and protein that Gilbert has been forcing; it's made him fill out a little.

They are nearing the door; there's some activity with people trying to get on, though not as mad as it was when the first ships left. Fortunately they are causing something of a spectacle, so the crowd opens up for them. He'd hoped Kevin would be able to walk both of them onto the ship and save him the trouble, oh well. What a useless, feathered weakling. He wriggles out of Kevin's embrace and lands on his feet. ]

Why, you can tell them yourself~! ☆

[ The dreamy, soft voice is gone, and there's a glint in his eye that should be all too familiar... ]

[senseandcecilbility]

WHA--

[Kevin jumps back with a startled cry, gaping at Break, and then desperately at the crowd. He looks a little bit like a cornered animal.]

Sir, were you--?

[maddeninghatter]

I say, what's that over there?

[ He points left. A half-second later, Kevin might (but probably won't) see a blur from the right...

THWACK! ]

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[Kevin is exhausted, and not only from carrying Break around. He does, alas, look left, like the gullible thing he is deep inside.

Clutching the right side of his head, he gives Break a final desperate look. BUT DOESN'T BREAK UNDERSTAND HE MUST STAY IT IS HIS DUTY IT IS HIS PEOPLE... and then he simply.starts.falling.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Amid applause (this is perhaps some much-needed levity in the face of such desperate, sad circumstances), Break loops an arm under one of Kevin's shoulders and drags him, bodily, onto the ship.

Whenever Kevin wakes up, he'll find himself strapped into a seat, with his own jacket draped over him and tucked in like a blanket. On one side is a window, showing a blue globe receding away; on the other, seated beside him, is Break himself, looking very grave. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Finding himself with a major headache, disoriented and on board of a spaceship was not how he planned to spend this morning. He tugs at his own jacket and glances at the grave man beside him. He feels a cataclysm in its way. He feels it in his very bones, and he starts shuddering like a leaf. Britain. He should not be here, he should not--

Words seem terribly inappropriate. He shifts on his seat and, without a second thought, covers Break's hand with his own warm and trembling hand. This is going to hurt. So much. And neither of them should go through this alone.]