( 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

[polarization]

[ Sefton jumps about a mile high at the touch to his shoulder, pressing himself deeper into the bench and staring at Naoya for a long and very tense moment. The only immediate response he can come up with is a shake of his head. No.

No to what? Even Sefton isn't quite sure, but that touch sure did send his heart rocketing after the week he's had. It doesn't take long to realize Sefton recognizes the face, but that does nothing to quell the fear. Fear of his power, fear of something happening again, fear of the world around him. ]

... don't do that.

[anotheryosuke]

[The overreaction startles Naoya in turn, and he drops his groceries. Luckily, it's just fruits (and veggies, how are the Exiles this meddlesome when they live in a place like this), so neither of them get hit by anything more than stray oranges.]

Whoa, dude, it's just me. [Should've remembered how jumpy the guy was, but come on, a tiny tap on the shoulder??] How else'm I supposed to get you awake? Throw an orange at you?

[He's started picking them up as he talks, and hefts one experimentally.]

[polarization]

Banging pots usually works... [ It's a mumble, one not intended to be heard, yet who knows just how good Naoya is as paying attention to things he shouldn't.

Sefton sits himself upright, legs curled in front of him like some kind of barrier. ]

What d'you want?

[anotheryosuke]

[He has a really, really good ear for muttering and subtle imprecations and gossip.]

Aha, I dunno anybody who carries pots and pans around, but I could borrow some from next door next time, I guess?

[He'd do it, too, just knock on the door and then be like, "Hey, I need to wake my weird friend over there, could I borrow a nonstick fryer and a ladle or something?" and then you'd be embarrassed for life.]

And it was just weird seein' somebody sleeping there. Are you living out here or taking a nap?

[polarization]

[ Sefton scoffs to himself, shifting just slightly to start brushing off the accumulated bits of ice on his shoes. They're once again on his feet and their energy-conversion is tiring... yet he plans to not be without them ever again if he can help it. ]

Nap. S' that a crime? Gonna drag me back to the Hold?

[anotheryosuke]

[Dude, do you seriously have ice on your shoes, wow. Naoya watches in a kind of horrified fascination, he didn't think it was that cold already, that's some talent you've got.]

Uh, why would I do that? It's not like I'm your mother or something, man. [Gross.] I'm just saying, if you're turning into a literal popsicle maybe you should sleep inside? I don't think the shopowner wants to find a dude frozen on their porch.

[polarization]

[ Wow, rude. Was Sefton trash-talking your weap—oh wait. ]

'm not gonna freeze t' anything. They just kinda... ice up a little.

[anotheryosuke]

[Karma, my friend. Also, you are getting the funny look of all funny looks. He has to lean over a little to get a closer look at the shoes now.]

Wait, you mean this is a shoe thing? Like, you have ice magic shoes or something...?

[... Waaait a second.]

I thought you didn't have a weapon!

[polarization]

[ He gives Naoya a powerful glower. ]

They're not! They're always like this. Cold-infused. [ It's just how tech is where he's from, all right? He may have gotten them imbued with that sentience or whatever, but that was just to get the Initiative off his back. Besides that, he hasn't even seen any differences yet. ]

[anotheryosuke]

[The glower has no effect!]

Cold-infused... I don't get it. [Headscritch.] What's the point in having shoes that make ice, anyway? It barely counts as a weapon. D'you just slide places or something?

[He's really an idiot.]

[polarization]

S' not a weapon. These're from home. Y'know, like appliances 're infused...?

[anotheryosuke]

Um, like a fridge? [Come on, isn't that the first thing anyone thinks of--] Well, I guess you'd never get smelly feet.

[polarization]

Yeah, like a fridge. [ He huffs, sullen as a teenager can be. ] Something like that.

What're you doing here?

[anotheryosuke]

Ehh, seriously?! [That's actually kind of... He's not sure what it is, but it's something.] Who thought of something like that? Wow.

--Ah, I was actually on my way to get some more food. I'm stockin' up for the moon base winter, you know? I dunno what they're feeding us, but like hell I'm eating astronaut food. Just wish my motorcycle was like your shoes.

[polarization]

Dunno the guy's name. It was a while ago. [ Beat. ] ... even longer now, I guess.

[ It's a good idea, so he doesn't really have much else to say to the first part. ] Frosty?

[anotheryosuke]

Ahh, well, apparently they don't have him here. [Which is really too bad! But ancient history isn't really something he dwells on. So:]

Hmm, frosty, I guess so! Like an icebox instead of the trunk. I wonder if I could train it to do that?

[He still has no idea how the storage ended up expanding. What an inconvenient and yet somewhat convenient mystery.]