( 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

[hyanaimne]

I was in the wrong area at the wrong time.

[senseandcecilbility]

[That is not specifically clarifying, but...]

You...you are a healer, aren't you, madam? Perhaps you could put me to good use in a couple of days or so.

[He doubts he will be ready for action just after the missiles explode.]

[hyanaimne]

Please, call me Tempest. I am no madam.

And I can do so, but . . . what is that supposed to mean?

[senseandcecilbility]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Tempest. I am Kevin Cecil.

I am no trained physician, though I am now capable of healing small injuries and help the...emotionally distressed.

[hyanaimne]

Well met, Kevin.

[she tilts her head] Ah . . . I do not know what sort of facilities are being set up in this place, but when I find out I would be happy to, ah, put you to good use? How does one help the emotionally distressed, though?

[senseandcecilbility]

[He looks visibly self-conscious, but he would rather talk about this than the upcoming disaster.]

My sentient "weapon" focus on healing. Psychical, emotional and spiritual healing. However, it is still very weak, and it only works if the patient wishes to be cured.

[Because free will is apparently a thing.]

[hyanaimne]

Spiritual . . . [ha. ha ha. But it would be rude to laugh]

I see. I am unable to access most of my magic, but it is a relief to have another up here who can use theirs, "weapon" or not.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He tilts his head at the way she says the word, but it would be rude to ask.]

...Unable to access it?

[hyanaimne]

Most of my magic is nature-based. I draw the energy needed from trees, flora, things like that. [she looks annoyed] There is nothing like that up here.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Magic! Then again, he has seen and felt plenty of strange beings in his short time in Exsilium.

He wonders if she is a witch or a faerie.]

...What about the moon? [He asks shyly, visibly afraid of suggesting something terribly stupid.]

[hyanaimne]

[she shakes her head]

I do not draw power from the moon - or anything that is of the cosmos. Nature and human magic is all I am capable of.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He nods, still too polite to ask what sort of faerie tale being she is.]

In this case, I hope someone had the presence of mind to bring seeds.

[They could use an orchard too.]

[hyanaimne]

And soil. Though one can only hope we will not be up here long enough to grow anything.

[senseandcecilbility]

Time travel. [Kevin says dubiously. He doesn't pin much hope on men playing God.]

[hyanaimne]

Mm, as ridiculous as it sounds.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He turns his gaze at the windows for the first time since he arrived.]

Has it worked before?

[hyanaimne]

[she shakes her head]

I do not know. But I have only been here a few months.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He takes his eyes away from the window.]

Well, in this case, I will pray for th- our success.

[hyanaimne]

What good will praying do?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Excellent question.]

...I will not find out until I try. Besides, it is an old habit.

[hyanaimne]

. . . I mean no offense when I say this, but praying is a waste of time. At the very least, in my own experience.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He gives her an awkward smile.]

My young master is of the same opinion.

[hyanaimne]

You've a smart young master, then.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Well, that causes him to really smile since this whole nuking Britain mess started.]

Young master is a genius.

[If he were here, he would be calling the whole Initiative idiots and probably more than half of the Transports too.]

[hyanaimne]

Mm . . .

You are a servant, then?