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( open ) i'll fly you to the moon and back

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.

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Oh...

[ How does he even respond to that? Uh. ]

Thanks?

It wouldn't do to get sick today.

[ alighting gently next to him, umbrella still held in proper place ]

I'm pretty certain it takes more than a little rain to make someone ill.

[ Besides, he has a hood. It's been up! It's... sort of waterproof. ]

You must be dealing with more than just the rain if you're sitting out here.

We're going to be in a crowded base soon enough. I'm just enjoying the wide open space while it still exists.

[ And thinking. A lot of thinking. If he is a little sad, it doesn't really show, but then, that's Caesar for you. ]

[What a serious face to wear for such proclaimed "enjoyment".] Mind if I enjoy it with you?

[ Hmph. ]

Of course not. Do what you want.

[She is content to stand quiet for a few moments, at least. So there is that.

But.]

You're definitely not planning on staying, right? [ just double-checkin' ]

[ And what a nice, quiet, rainy few moments those are, until...

That question elicits a huff from him. Really! ]

What do you take me for, an idiot? Of course not. I'm only staying until the last ship up. I'll be on that one.

[ a laugh, just for you, Caesar ] I guess I'm used to dealing with idiots.

Now that's unfortunate.

[ Though, thinking of Allen and those other idiots all up in his apartment for that one party, that one time... ]

I'm a tactician, Lenalee. I don't run into the fire unless I'm the only one left around who can and even then, it depends.

[They're all a bunch of ragtag idiots. One hundred percent gospel truth.]

How unprecedented.

[And that is truthful, too.]

I know. I'm amazing like that.

[ Also truthful, x10. ]

And you're also sitting all brooding-like out in the rain, so you can see why someone might wonder.

What does that have to do with anything? It's a high place to sit and I can't help it if it rains all the time.

You've been sitting out here more often, recently.

I know. I already said why. [ At least part of why! ] You've never been in space before, but I have. I'm not looking forward to the moon at all.

[By no means should anyone have been in space before, but for the sake of this conversation, Lenalee is willing to suspend her disbelief and humour him, tamping down an instinctive "neither am I", because this isn't a competition of who wants to go to the moon least.]

When you took that ship from the United Earth, was that the first time you'd been... up there?

Yeah. It was. I found it while scouting out the town we'd stopped near, but even though Collette explained what it was, it didn't really sink in until we were up there.

[ This isn't something he's ever really gone into, though that's mostly due to no one ever really asking before. Aside from a few surprises, the trip into the UE had actually been a more positive endeavor than most lately.

That said, he still didn't like space. ]

Everything felt weird. There's no gravity, even inside, not unless the gravity is turned on. It's not even real, it's artificial. It's... I don't know. I guess the best word is unbalancing. The force of going in and out of the atmosphere, too. It didn't make everyone sick, but I'm pretty sure those people all had some experience with it already.

[By a rather biblical stroke of chance (fate, as some would call it) (we're not naming names) (the Vatican) (it's the Vatican), Lenalee has paid substantially less mind to physics than most people have, and besides giving physicists both past and future reason to cry into their notes, she's well aware how fleet she can mindlessly be is more than enough to make even Allen, with his iron stomach, airsick.

But she knows better than to smile and brush this off.

Even she can't touch the stars.]

Can we really live up there?

[ Some people simply aren't suited for such lofty places. Physically, anyway! Caesar is one of them. He's dreading the return of ruined sleep cycles and the endless headache from his last trip.

And now with space itself the topic, he looks up, though only the overcast sky of Exsilium greets him. ]

We can, but not well. Not for long. We'll all break if we're stuck up there for too long.

[ People like him and Lenalee, anyway. Those more used to space, he'd give them longer, but that's hardly the majority. ]

[It took her three years to break, before. Lenalee holds fast to the white-knuckled belief that it won't come to that again.]

Okay. Then we don't allow ourselves to become trapped up there for too long.

That depends on what we do as a whole, unfortunately, so we'll see. Hopefully everyone else won't care to stay up there for so long, either.

[The umbrella tilts precariously; she's downturned her face to look at him, and sharply so, and the drizzle slips beneath the tilted canvas and wets her shoulder.]

I don't think they will.

[ for one reason or another, she won't lie to herself and say they all will be noble ]

I don't think so, either. If they can actually figure a way to fix this out, however...

[ That's a whole different story. ]

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