exsiliumlogs | ( open ) i'll fly you to the moon and back

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Better than ignoring it.

Anyway, what else do you want exactly? I think going down there to hold hands with them would end a little too crispily for my tastes.

I wanted to be down there. [wanted to see if those who were evacuated survived, wanted nothing to do with being on the moon, wanted a chance to actually stay dead . . . the usual Tempest thoughts] But the Initiative thought differently, obviously.

And I do not want anything, but do not think I am ignoring it.

All I can say is that I hope this isn't a permanent solution.

It had better not be.

Mm. For everyone's safety. I think if we stay in this hunk of metal too long, we'll just start killing each other off out of frustration.

What an appealing idea. [the way she says it, though, it is hard to tell if she's joking or not]

A mission would be lovely, right about now. One to a place with plenty of alcohol and nature.

I hear you. On the first one, at least, but maybe not the second. Never was very woodsy myself.

Makes sense that you are, though-- aren't you the half-Elf, or whatever nonsense?

You needn't be "woodsy" to enjoy some ale under a tree, do you?

[she hesitates at the question, almost unconsciously, before she nods] I am half, yes. We spoke of it once, didn't we?

Ale? A little old-fashioned there, aren't you?

[she can't help rolling her eyes]

I suppose it is.

[Grinning when she rolls her eyes.]

Come on. What's that look for, 'lil elf?

I am not an elf.

[Shakes his head as if to say "whatever".] Half-elf. I was fifty percent accurate.

[she huffs, rolling her eyes]

Of course.

It's really that much of a touchy subject for you, huh?

"Touchy"?

Yeah. Makes you all sensitive and whatnot.

Ah. [she makes a face, but . . .] Yes, it is a, ah - "touchy" subject, for me.

I doubt anyone here cares about your elfiness, you know.

[she heaves a sigh]

So far, anyway. It is . . . complicated.

How? Why would people here give a damn? Unless they're from your world, anyway.

Their world could be similar to mine. It could have the same beliefs, the same prejudices . . . [she gives a shrug] And I have lived my entire life hiding in one way or another. It's a bit hard to give up on that easily.

Unless you're willing to chop off those ears of yours, there's only so much you can hide.

Besides. Who cares what other people think? If someone not liking you tears you up so bad, you're not long for the world anyway.

I blend in very well. [she tugs down her hood and fixes her hair some, effectively hiding the tops of her ears] A quirk of being what I am.

And it has nothing to do with tearing me up - which it doesn't, thank you - or anything else. My kind are killed simply for being alive - it is something I do not want to deal with, here, understandably.

[Scoffs.] So just kill 'em back. Easy.

[He's a helper.]

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