( 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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[mach_n_roll]

[Earth, 21st]

After dropping off the canteen of glowing blue stuff (and marveling at the way they happily scrambled off with it. Wow. They musta really wanted that stuff.) he takes off to the transport bays.

Even in the tension and dismal silence, he still has a smile on his face as he bounces from cargo pile to cargo pile. "Hey, y'need some help?" He'd ask people who look lost.

[Moon, 30th]

Sonic's not the type for introspection. If he has time to sit and quietly think, then he has time to think while he runs. But he can't run here. Not really. It's too cramped. Too enclosed. Too full of structure and rigidity.

People can find him, swinging on his little hammock made out of a torn cargo net in the living quarters, or up in the upper domes staring out at the stars, or even in the simulation chambers, trying to get some decent exercise. Where he'd been cheerful and talkative before, now he's strangely quiet. Was it just his dislike of enclosed spaces taking hold? Or something else?

30th please, and I'm sorry in advance

[curatesecrets]

[Artie's been aimlessly wandering, for the most part, trying to not only familiarize himself with yet another completely foreign set of surroundings, but to sort out his mind, his thoughts on this whole turn of events. everything has all happened like a pile of dominoes toppling - each clicking flat down and knocking into another before he has time to even decide how he feels about it. ... honestly, he's been glad for how relatively quiet the moon is if only for the break to think.

but during his wanderings up to the domes, this particular day, he sees something he's been looking for, someone Claudia told him about that he's been both hoping for and dreading running into: a blue hedgehog. there can't be many of those, after all. his jaw tightens, and while he doesn't quite approach, there's no mistaking the tension in his tone]

You.

[mach_n_roll]

[Sonic looks up from where he'd been lounging on some converter engines. He had no idea who this dude was, but he sounded like he had a bone to pick.]

Yup, it sure is me alright. What's up, big guy?

30th, too please!

[acts_of_claudia]

[Claudia had been on her way to see if she could hack into the simulation chambers to give it a bit of her own flare when she sees Sonic.

She pales a little and turns, hoping he didn't see her as she not-so-subtly darts around a corner.]

[mach_n_roll]

Huh?

[Sorry Claudia, he's a bit quicker to notice things than that. Sonic, still half-covered in a workout towel, darts to the side to keep her in her sight. He knows better than to give chase, but he calls after her:]

--Hey! Claudia! I wanted to--I'm sorry about what happened! [That's the best he can begin with, the way she's scurrying away.] Lemme explain! C'mon, don't run away!

[acts_of_claudia]

[SHIT he saw her. She stops moving, choosing instead to bang her head against the wall.]

Stupid stupid stupid.

[Of course he'd have found her eventually. What the hell was she doing?!]

Sure, Sonic. Go ahead and explain how you pretended to be nice so you could kidnap me and give me to a bunch of scientists to experiment on. That's exactly what I want to hear right now.

[mach_n_roll]

Claudia, I wasn't thinkin' straight! Taking us both over there to be tested on is the LAST thing I would ever want to do, but something was messin' with my head. You can ask the other guys; the same thing happened to some'a them! It was like you were watching yourself do things, and some pretty awful things too.

[His ears fold back.] ...But I, I really did like your music. I wasn't kidding about that.