( 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

[hyanaimne]

My, do you think so? [she tilts her head, glancing at him sidelong] I've always thought it was rather good.

[cracking_shot]

Pretty sure you could be aimin' much higher than that.

[He gestured over his shoulder, right out the window.]

I mean, we're on the moon, if that's an indicator of expectation.

[hyanaimne]

[she makes a face and shrugs]

Admittedly, I would never imagine something like this before.

[cracking_shot]

That's a reasonable limitation.

[He really wish he had a drink.]

What was in the scope of your imagination, though? I mean, you do use magic.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest tilts her head at the question, a bit confused for a moment]

I am from a world that . . . predates, I believe is the word, the medieval era. So my scope is not nearly as large as one would assume, magic or not.

[cracking_shot]

[Though, this definitely caught his attention.]

...Alright, I'll bite. So, how dizzy is all the stuff here makin' you?

[hyanaimne]

I have grown somewhat used to it now, but when I first got here, I nearly set my tablet on fire.

[cracking_shot]

I think my boss would probably do the same.

You liking it, though? I mean, aside from bein' put on the moon.

[hyanaimne]

[she thinks about it for a moment or two, then shrugs a shoulder]

I do not dislike it.

[cracking_shot]

Yeah.

Probably isn't as great as we'd like to think, huh? Least liquor sounds like it's gotten better with time.

[hyanaimne]

I certainly hope so. [she huffs a little] I could really go for one.

[cracking_shot]

Sadly, that doesn't seem like an option. It's dryer n' a church up here.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest opens her mouth to respond, pauses, then looks at him curiously]

Dryer than a church? What does that mean?

[cracking_shot]

[He paused, giving way to a few passing suggestions in mind.]

Temple? Synagogue? Basically, y'know--religious.

[hyanaimne]

No, no—I know what a church is, the capital has them. I meant the saying.

[cracking_shot]

Oh. You just never heard the phrase. Well--we call a place 'dry' if alcohol ain't allowed.

Like how you say if you're 'thirsty' from time to time, you may mean you'd rather have a beer than water.

[hyanaimne]

Ah . . . I see. How strange . . .

Is it a modern saying?

[cracking_shot]

See, that I don't know. I coulda sworn it was a really old one.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest shrugs a shoulder]

It could be. I may not have ever heard it, too. [given that she ignored most people she traveled with, it was a strong possibility]

[cracking_shot]

It's no big deal. I'll just be a bit more direct with you, then. Colloquialisms can be put on the back burner for the moment.

[hyanaimne]

[at least, she looks sheepish]

That . . . may be for the best, unless you do not mind silly questions.

[cracking_shot]

Lucky for you, you're talkin' to me and not the poor folk down where I come from.

You'd think you were speakin' two different languages in the same town.

[hyanaimne]

I feel like that here, sometimes . . .

[cracking_shot]

It'll get worse. Better to just tell people to shut their traps, I imagine.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest sighs]

I suppose it is better than asking.