( closed ) let it snow, let it snow, let it -- yeti?!

[initiates]

Date & Time: November 27th - December 5th, 3313
Location: Spaceshuttle, Winter Wonderland Exsilium
Characters: All those on the official scouting mission to Exsilium.
Summary: The Transports send down a collection of their own in order to investigate the whys of the sudden drop in radiation on the island, and to locate the Initiative.
Warnings: Please PM the mod account should anything in this log go into graphically violent territory.
Notes: You know the drill! Specify dates and times in subject lines, set up as many scenarios as you like, and for information on if a run-in with Exiles will net your character(s) a chance to talk with or make contact with the Initiative, ask over here!

The satellite imagery AI was able to capture and download onto tablets doesn't speak adequately to the pristine, chill landscape the space ship descends into under cloaking technology. The crystalline landscape is almost beautiful, stark brights and shadows turning the countryside into something soft, alien, and deadly. Winter has arrived, in a way some may be familiar with, and to others, may be entirely new.

The ship is a mile out from the largest identified gathering of heat signatures and power structures, in a city built over part of what once was London, formerly known as Exsilium to the Transports. There is no Eye of London to be found, only a partial tower that stands suspiciously close to where Big Ben once stood. The river Thames remains present, but the built up structures, the identifiers of "modern" Exsilium are all gone, lost and buried underneath the snows if ever they existed.

This is not a friendly landscape, though the people are friendly enough, should you not go out of your way to offend them or display your alien natures.

Find the Initiative. Take stock of the landscape. Report back what you can. Scouts, you are our best hope in understanding this new landscape.

Good luck.

Comments

[mynameonyourpanties]

If I was weak, I wouldn't have spent the last decade as cop. [He looks down when the snowball hits him, giving a slight smirk, before reaching down to scoop some of his own.

All work and no play did make Jack a dull boy, after all.]

The ship landed us roughly a mile from the closest identifiable group of heat signature, we should at least have everyone stick together and make as much progress as we can before nightfall, no use splitting off into groups until we know sort of people we'll encounter.

[and with that he's going to throw the snowball at Christopher, because reasons.]

[inhumanity]

Yes, Officer! Wouldn't want to get caught alone in the cold at night. It's just not good survival.

[Christopher whips up an arm to knock the snowball away like a player at bat. A player at bat lying on the ground.

Very seriously, he adds,] Having fun on the way there will be good for morale. It's to our advantage to enjoy ourselves as we travel. [Which is why he's rolling up from the ground so he can scoop up two more snowballs. Tossing them both up in the air, he uses that moment to form another pair and starts to juggle them.

He's not taking this seriously until he absolutely has to, okay?]

[mynameonyourpanties]

But not too much fun, wouldn't want to be caught with our guard down simply because we were enjoying ourselves.

I don't think I ever got your name, either.

[inhumanity]

Ah, that's right. [Christopher tosses the balls high up into the air, one after another, and then bows with flourish, drawing his hand to his chest.] My name is Christopher Chareau de Red. Let's bring colour to this monochrome Hell, all right?

[He extends a hand to catch the snowballs as they stack on top of each other, one by one, like scoops of an ice cream cone.]