( 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

[interspace]

I'll admit, that's a new thought for me. [ She tilts her head in consideration. ] Not sure it'd work, but hey, trying new things, right? ALFRED could probably help me with the specifics.

[oncearanger]

I'd love to see what you come up with.

[Billy stretches his arms in front of him, fighting a yawn.]

Anyway...I'm not going to get anything done by staying here to sulk without sulking, am I? Maybe I should poke into our spartan accommodations.

[interspace]

[ She gives him an amused sideglance. ]

Need a little help there? I could always double as a chaperone, too. Widen my horizons.

[oncearanger]

You don't trust me to put myself to bed?

[Billy's not offended, though. He's smiling as he pushes himself upright.]

Anyway, I wouldn't mind the company.

[interspace]

Maybe I just want to know where you sleep. [ Yes, that grin says it was entirely intentional.

She pulls herself back to her feet without the use of the laws of physics — making a harness around her shoulders and a few other support points to simply tug herself up. She may need to keep her feet on the ground more often than not, but that doesn't mean she can't use her power where otherwise useful. Once entirely vertical again, Misha claps her hands together. ]

Great! Where we headed?

[oncearanger]

A dormitory, not unlike the one you have somewhere.

[Billy starts along the hallway, finding that he's feeling a little less miserable as he walks.]

Our living conditions here could easily be worse, you know. I've lived in similar spaces when we couldn't even wear comfortable clothes. Instead we had throbbing suits.

[interspace]

You don't have to tell me. The fact that we can afford to keep it down to four per room is a miracle.

[ There's a pause. ]

Okay, but, throbbing suits?

[oncearanger]

Unfortunately, yes. We adjusted to the sensation after a while, but it was still unpleasant.

[He shrugs and pokes on down the hallway.]

They were self-cleaning, though. That would probably be useful in a situation where we can't afford to wash laundry or bathe too often.

[interspace]

[ His shrug is met with a large shudder. ]

Yeah, but that's still... beyond comfortable living by all stretches of the imagination. Where was that?