( 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

[ensorceler]

[ She looks again to him, bemused but mostly hiding it behind a sharp smile. She wants to say 'What is your point?' but she would never. ]

You speak again of things that will not be. As I am told...this bomb is of such a demonic nature that it engulfs all life, and none shall flourish again. It is Hell's fire.

[reversemole]

( that's a bit... strong. he bristles, but remains cordial. )

Well, I wouldn't put it like that.

[ensorceler]

And how would you...put it, sir?

[reversemole]

"Man is a wolf to fellow man". Don't let us off the hook so easily.

( if only these things were brought on by some demonic influence. this, on the other hand, was a shining paragon of human nature. )

-- Ah, not so fast. Kaji.

[ensorceler]

Homo homini lupus est.

[ Anne squints further at him for a moment longer before looking down. ]

Kaji?

[reversemole]

I can't be one-upped, can I? Nomen est numen.

( to name is to know. but his latin was severely limited to the most prevailing idioms.

he manages a ghost of an affable smile as he fixes her a look. )

Well, how about it? Can I get to know you?

[ensorceler]

[ Slowly, Anne reaches to lift the black lace veil to reveal her face more completely, ice blue eyes lifting once more to meet his as she lowers in a hint of a curtsy. ]

My name is Anne Boleyn.

[reversemole]

Anne Boleyn.

( the historical magnitude of the name is lost on him, but that does nothing to diminish the air of regality about her. her eyes are partly responsible, that much is for certain.

well, it was time to make sure for himself. )

A name deserving a title. The pleasure's mine.

[ensorceler]

[ Her giggle is aptly placed, but subdued in the nature of the oncoming disaster as she rises back up, both hands resting before her. ]

Nay, there is no title to my humble name in it's own right. I am but a maid, sir. Maid of honor to Her Majesty Katherine of Aragon, Queen of England in the year of our Lord, 1526.

so sorry for the delay!

[reversemole]

( it takes a considerable amount of effort to keep his expression in place. )

If you're a maid, then call me the hired hand. ( that's humbleness if he ever saw it. kaji shake his head softly. ) Here, I'm afraid I don't have enough room to bow.

no worries!

[ensorceler]

[ Her lips purse, this time in amusement rather than displeasure, and one hand settles over the firm bodice covering her belly while the other rests at her side, as if always ready for something. ]

That is no short thing to call you. I would then settle for Kaji, exotic enough in it's own grace, if it please you.

[reversemole]

It's a family name. My given one carries one too many bad memories.

[ensorceler]

I am sorry for such a burden I will not draw out. Master Kaji, then, as is more appropriate. Mistress Boleyn will suffice for my sake.

[reversemole]

( master kaji! he chuckles at the thought. )

Well, to each their own. Though I can make do without the title.

[ensorceler]

[ She prefers the title she doesn't like people to think she's familiar with them before she's actually ready to be familiar with them... ]

As you wish, but you seem to hide from much.

[reversemole]

You're astute.

( well, let it never be said that he was in denial. )

There's no better way to hide than to do it behind a title.

[ensorceler]

Then what do we two do, with no titles at our grasp?

[ Master and Mistress are just addresses for standard people after all, at least in this context. ]

[reversemole]

I don't have the heart to disabuse you of the idea. Well, I guess I'm just not one for formalities.

( you can't learn a sincere thing from the title a person bears, except perhaps their willingness to hold on to it. )

...Miss Boleyn.