( 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

frank's invading and chewing the wires. it begins

[turns]

Did she?

[ that, at least, gives homura pause. it doesn't surprise her at all to know that madoka would say that, of course - she's fairly certain the girl would make just as bold a claim of oriko mikuni. but being brought up in a conversation she wasn't part of, with a person she's never met... it means madoka was thinking of her. ]

I can see why she would trust you.

[ her voice is softer, less coldly abrasive than her normal tones. but there's still something off about it.

it's hard to tell whether she means it as a compliment or not, for one. ]

gomen if i've misunderstood anything regarding her character

[limitstorm]

[ riku's smile is off as well; it fades slightly, and he watches the ground for a few moments.

he's pretty sure there's a slew of reasons why she shouldn't, but... they care for each other like brother and sister. riku would never hurt her. of that he's certain. ]

Funny... I could say the same thing about you.

[ his tone is different; earnest, in a painful way. in his mouth, it's a compliment of the highest degree. the way madoka talked about her, he has no reason to believe homura is anything but a true friend.

the depths of her heart still shine bright; he can feel it, like a flicker of a candle poised at a window at midnight, nearly eclipsed by all the darkness. there's still that one bit of light. he knows the scent of malice--she doesn't carry it. grief and trauma, maybe... but no true malevolence. at least, not towards people on a whole. he can understand that. ]

D'you need something?

i am so sorry for the delay here ;_;

[turns]

[ "he could say the same thing about her?" how? her hands ball into fists at her sides; her jaw clenches even as she forces herself to regulate her breathing.

when it's passed, she finally manages to speak: ]

What do you hope to accomplish here?

[ it's more blunt than she'd intended, but the point remains unchanged. this is hopeless, she wants to tell him. there is nothing that can be done. save your energy and move on. but she's certain none of those would change his mind.

they wouldn't for madoka, at least. ]

it's no probs c:

[limitstorm]

[ it is blunt; he looks briefly surprised before he lets his shoulders slump and he relaxes. somehow, it's more comfortable to be referred to this bluntly. he likes doing the same thing, after all. ]

I want to give it my all.

/rushes this in before going to class

[turns]

...I see.

[ with another breath, one that sounds nearly like a sigh, the anger passes fully. her fists unclench, hands dropping loosely at her side, and though her brow remains furled it's clear that whatever was gripping her is gone. ]

And if your best is not enough? What do you intend to do then?

[limitstorm]

[ ah, of course.

he looks down. ]

I don't know yet. I'll figure it out when I need to.