( 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

pfft you mean a cute brat.

[limitstorm]

Because I don't want to.

[ kyouko would hit him for 'wasting' food. ]

hahaha, you say that now.

[polarization]

Why give it to me?

true. but still! having ikuto as a pb helps.

[limitstorm]

I don't see anyone else rummaging for food.

if only he had a yoru, though...

[polarization]

[ His cheeks tinge and he huffs. ]

So you're just that nice?

if only, if only 8[

[limitstorm]

I'm just that spacesick.

maybe a little less peppy for this'un.

[polarization]

[ Sefton scoffs lightly, then turns his attention to the food in Riku's hands. ]

Fine.

any bit of peppiness that rubs off is good.

[limitstorm]

[ and riku lowers it slightly so he can take it. ]

Go on.

and any bit of super-duper lateness is not.

[polarization]

[ Careful not to brush hands or anything of the like, Sefton takes it. He seems a bit defeated, which is better than radiating the gratefulness lurking underneath. Almost immediately, he begins peeling into it. ]

... thanks, I guess.

[limitstorm]

[ riku lets a little sigh of relief as he shrugs slightly to himself. ]

Welcome.

[ and just like that, he's turning to leave. ]

[polarization]

H-hey, what?

[ Sefton pauses, unintentionally pouting toward Riku. ]

What 're you here for, then?

[limitstorm]

[ he pauses, turning back towards the teen. ]

I'm part of the police force, I patrol.

[ a lie. (well, sort of--riku is part of the police force, but he came here to eat, not patrol.) he doesn't actually make eye contact with him, but shrugs in a way that seems to say he's not all that bothered by the question. ]