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.

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[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.]

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

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

Mm, as ridiculous as it sounds.

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

Has it worked before?

[she shakes her head]

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

[He takes his eyes away from the window.]

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

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What good will praying do?

[Excellent question.]

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

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

[He gives her an awkward smile.]

My young master is of the same opinion.

You've a smart young master, then.

[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.]

Mm . . .

You are a servant, then?

A butler, though I am currently serving as a priest.

[Which hopefully might explain the praying.]

Oh.

[well that's. Awkward. Here she was, knocking praying in front of a man of god. WHOOPS]

I see.

[Now he feels awkward because she feels awkward.]

Please, do not worry. I get that from young master since he was a little boy.

[Though, to be fair, he would reject magic too.]

Yes, but I should still learn to hold my tongue, if only a little . . .

[making a token effort at being somewhat apologetic] Though I say the same about my own . . . ah, religion, if one wishes to use that word for it.

Such opinions are not unusual when our faith lets us down.

[He doesn't have the option of disbelieving, since he used to know God on a personal level and all.]

[and suddenly, this is going in a direction she doesn't want it to go. So she just makes a vague noise of agreement, instead]

[Yup, he thought so.]

I-I should not impose on your hospitality, though.

It . . . is not an imposition if it is offered, yes?

[He crosses his arms to hide how much he is shaking.]

...Regardless, I do not think I will be good company.

Nor will I. [because she's always horrible company] But it is better than hiding, as I said.

You are very kind.

[And he is very embarrassed.]

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