( 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

[crocodilesmiles]

You'll be plotting and thinking later, don't pretend like you won't! Go to bed.

( She reaches out, thumping her hand against his leg. )

First thing when you're up, we'll find whatever doctor they gave us.

[commentboxtroll]

I'd rather be not thinking at all, to be honest.

[ Not really true, but it's how he feels right now. Nothing workable has come to mind yet on how to fix anything, how his other plans have been so thoroughly disrupted that he doubts he can move forward with them or anything or...

He sighs and turns to open the door, finally. ]

Fine, but try not to be pulled away to yet another place by the time I'm up again.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She giggles, more tired giggles than anything else. It is funny, but usually it'd get a chortle out of her. Giggling just is -- too girly! )

I'll bite anyone who tries!

( Not even joking at this point, and not necessarily in morph. Human bites were nasty! )

[commentboxtroll]

Unless it's me. Don't bite me...

[ Which he figures is only going to get more giggles out of her, but whatever. He juggles one bag up under one arm to leave his hand free and grab the door handle. ]

And after you get a check up, I'll split the snacks I brought up with me with you. See? It'll all be win-win.

[crocodilesmiles]

Only if you ask...!

( He's right; it does set her giggling. As for the rest, she settles on the warm feeling that sets swirling in the pit of her stomach. )

Win-win! Just no suckers, yeah? I'm not that fond of them.

( Not after the Compound. )

Thank you, Caesar. Get some good rest!

[commentboxtroll]

Suckers are for suckers. I only deal in chocolate.

[ That said, he shoves the door open. ]

Right, right, I will.

[ And then he's off to complain about and sleep in the tiny space he's been assigned on the moon. ]