( 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

[stillbetter]

[She didn't intend to linger by, just as distracted by the stars as he was. It's when he speaks up that her attention is captured, eying him for a moment, unsure of what to say.]

... What a way to celebrate.

[strategic_guile]

[His head turns at the voice.] What? Oh.

[He looks back outside for a second then back at her.] Yeah, the stars are nice. The reason I have this view, not so much. Have you settled in alright, Poppy?

[stillbetter]

I honesty don't think I'll ever settle in.

[Sorry, she's not really here to contribute with any optimism...]

How are you?

[strategic_guile]

You might not have long to. Depends on how fast we change the past.

[He shrugs at her question.]

I'm in space on the fucking moon. I'm not even sure how I am.

[stillbetter]

That makes two of us. [Isn't that great.]

God. The moon. I wonder if I'm even sane anymore.

[strategic_guile]

If you can question it, I'm pretty sure you're sane. Everything around us is crazy. I'm just going to enjoy the view.

[stillbetter]

Good to know you've found something enjoyable to do with your time.

[she's having a little more difficulty with that.]

[strategic_guile]

I'm determined to enjoy this view. Plenty of people died so I could have it.

[He's not happy about that, but he's looking outside.]

Being miserable helps nobody.

[stillbetter]

[Did he have to remind her? Buh.]

Afraid I don't quite have it in me to feel any other way just yet.

[strategic_guile]

[It's not like she's forgotten.]

That's alright. Only psychos are walking around like nothing happened right now.

Careful of the smilers. [He turns his head partly towards her.]

[stillbetter]

I know what you mean, [she mutters,] There was someone who apparently thought her attire was a crucial matter.

[strategic_guile]

[A soft snort.] Effie has her priorities. I question them, but if her mascara keeps her stomach full then she can have at it.

[stillbetter]

So you do know her. [somehow she isn't surprised. Either because Effie is a socialite in her own right or because Blaine strikes Poppy as one of his own.]

I can't even remember what mascara looks like anymore.

[strategic_guile]

A friend of a friend. We haven't been properly introduced.

[Her assumption amuses him though. He'd certainly know someone like Effie eventually.]

I have fond memories of it, but seems like years ago.

[stillbetter]

Of mascara? [there's a slight quirk on the corner of her lips.]

[strategic_guile]

[Bats his eyes at her.] Yep.

[stillbetter]

My, I wouldn't have guessed.

[strategic_guile]

If I'm going to put on the pantyhose, I might as well go the whole nine yards. No half-assing it.

[stillbetter]

Maybe you and this woman should have a chat, then.

[strategic_guile]

Maybe, but not over that. [He smiles because he's being pretty silly.]

I wouldn't want to stretch out her skirts.

[stillbetter]

Somehow I'm sure you'd make a better use of them.

[strategic_guile]

Awww, thank you. [But he laughs.] Now is that a slight towards Effie or me? I can't tell.

[stillbetter]

I'll leave you to think about that.

[strategic_guile]

You're a cruel woman. [But he says it like he doesn't mind.]

If you want to see my legs you can just ask.

[stillbetter]

(Oh pff. There's the man she thinks she knows.)

Now that would make you cruel.