( 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

[anotheryosuke]

[He scratches his head, a little sheepish.]

Man, it'd be great if it did do that. [Then they wouldn't have the lost-child problem.] It's definitely not infinite, though, I think it just started doing that recently? But there's way too many bags to hide in down there...

[He pauses to think for a moment, then sticks his head back in the compartment.]

--Heeeey! If you come toward the light, I'll treat you to a popsicle around here! You pick the place!

[At least there's no echo...?]

[interspace]

[ Misha shakes her head and strips off her messenger bag, setting it down beside them in the wet road. If a kid could fit in there, it's probably not an impossible squeeze for her. ]

Let me try this, then you can go look for a rescue rope or something.

[ Without really explaining, she waits for Naoya to extract his head then hefts herself up from the edge (without managing to tip it over, miraculously enough) and sticks both her feet in with intent to lower herself down. Being athletic through training and able to fly through a miracle really helps in situations like these. ]

[anotheryosuke]

What...? [He reflexively throws out an arm across the compartment to stop her going down just yet.] No, wait, shouldn't we find a rope first? What if you get buried in bags and lost forever?! Then I'd have more people mad at me for losing two people!

[interspace]

[ She lets go of the compartment-edges... but her feet don't drop to the ground. In deference to the arm in front of her blocking the way, she pulls them underneath herself to sit cross-legged on the air while resting her hands on her thighs. ]

Unlikely. But, hey, if you want to go find a rope, feel free to leave a small child and myself unsupervised with your magical motorcycle while you run off.

[anotheryosuke]

[... Okay, that gets him to move his arm at least, because is she just sort of... floating there... She is.]

H-How are you doing that? You got powers, too? [Man, apparently this is the sort of person he runs into on the streets getting groceries now. Well.] But man, don't put it like that. It's not like I can really stop you, but if you get lost it's your own fault!

[...]

I guess I could come with you, though.

[interspace]

[ Misha gives him a big wide grin at his disbelief. ] Yup, I sure do have powers. It's really handy, don't know what I'd do without them.

Anyway, if you're coming, you definitely want to move this thing somewhere less accessible before we go inside. It'd be pretty hilarious in the terrible way if someone came and jacked the bike while we couldn't do anything to stop them — if we'd even notice.

[anotheryosuke]

Ahh, there's way too many people with powers here! What're the rest of us supposed to do with that?

[He does grin back, though, with no rancor. The fact that she can float, once he gets over the shock, is really pretty awesome.

Naoya cocks his head at her suggestion and looks around, then sighs.]

--Okay, I can't say you haven't got a point, and it'd be even worse if more people fell in, but I'm not luggin' this damn thing back to the Hold again. Um...

[anotheryosuke]

[Time to start knocking on doors? Time to start knocking on doors. The wide-eyed boy-next-door faces he pulls when said doors are answered are probably pretty cheesy.] Look, can we borrow an empty room or something? I need to store my bike for a bit, and...

[interspace]

[ Misha plants her feet on the ground while Naoya goes to ask. Exiles aren't the friendliest bunch with Transports right now, but it's worth a shot and the guileless kid probably has a much better chance at getting away with the ridiculous request than she does. ]

I meant more finding a garage to park it in, but, you know, this might work too.

[anotheryosuke]

From what I've heard, there aren't many people who drive around here. Not much use for dedicated garages, I guess?

[Naoya's been around the neighborhood and knows a few people, and he hasn't really advertised that he's a Transport, though he's not hiding it either. It might be that he's disarming enough, persistent enough, or just annoying enough, but he does manage to wrangle them a spot eventually.

It's really just a tool shed or a broom shed or something, kind of leaky, but it gets them away from prying eyes and the possibility of more additions to the party.]

... I guess this'll work? Ladies first!

[He magnanimously holds out his tablet over the entrance, because there's at least some illumination to be had there. The space isn't actually huge, more of a crawlspace at the moment, but it does appear to be rather long.]

[interspace]

[ Misha says little while Naoya cons them into a safer place to perform their little rescue operation. She gives him a nod, then hefts herself inside as before, ducking as necessary to stay mobile in the space. ALFRED's visor lowers over her eyes, beginning to scan and accentuate any points of low light in the area. It's grainy as hell and not preferred, but any bit helps in a situation like this. ]

Damn, kid. You could fit three circuses of clowns in here!

[anotheryosuke]

Wha-- It's not that big, is it?

[He sounds torn between anxious and pleased, because on the one hand -- score! That means he can get the damn motorcycle to do something useful after all, even if he's not entirely sure what he did for this to happen. He dragged it around the city sometimes and talked to it like a houseplant, and it got plenty of water from the rain...

No, no, a motorcycle is decidedly not a houseplant, not even the teleporting variety. Because on the other hand, he hasn't had the time or inclination to actually organize much of anything in there, so it's more like--

He's letting a girl into his horribly unorganized cellar. His mother would yell at him a lot, but what can you do? Desperate times.]

Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have any clowns in there, unless you count the stupid kid.

[With an almighty sigh, he follows her in, giving up right away on moving at a crouch and going down on all fours. The small Exile is probably more likely to be nearer the ground, anyway. Speaking of which--]

--Offer of ice cream's still open, by the way!