EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg happened to hear something in the hall and opened the door, only to spot Haymitch and smile.]

Hello, Haystack.

[Her head tilts to the side.]

You don't look so good.

[hungover]

[Jeeze Meg, that's only sort of his name -- but he doesn't comment on it. He's the one who's usually giving the terrible nicknames, though.]

Hey, princess.

[He grins, only slightly ... well, dazed. At least he recognizes her.]

Don't know if you heard, but there's monsters and war goin' on. Should I have put on a suit?

[bitch_is_back]

Wasn't talking about your clothes.

[Meg is also a master of bad nicknames. She's used to tossing them around as often as sarcastic comments.]

Does the fighting bother you that much? Thought you were used to it.

[hungover]

[He likes you, Meg -- he does, which is why he doesn't bother trying to lie to you.

Like she'd believe him if he told her he was having a sudden fit of morals.]

Katniss' gone.

[He sounds like he's trying to convince himself it's better this way.

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg lifts a brow, which is about as much of a look of sympathy as he might get.]

Come in.

[She pushes the door open the rest of the way.]

Pretty sure I've got something good stashed away in the kitchen.

[hungover]

[The offer of free booze is good enough to get him over to the door, and he goes inside without much other protest.

This is much better than someone lecturing him to pull himself together, he thinks.]

Why am I not surprised?

[bitch_is_back]

Because you know I like to have a good time. Unlike some others around here.

[Meg will let him have a seat on one of the couches as she goes to fetch the drinks.]

So, when you say gone do you mean she's dead or just not in the neighborhood anymore?

[hungover]

Gone back home. Better in the long run for her.

[For all of them, really, since heading back home was what everyone here seemed to want.

He drops down onto the couch and leans his head back against the cushion. Admitting that he needs someone isn't going to be a thing that happens, at least out loud.]

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg finds the bottle she was looking for and returns with it and two shot glasses. He didn't think she'd pour him wine, did he?]

Not so great for you, it seems.

[She sits on the couch with him and pours them each a shot.]

[hungover]

[The only excuse that you have to pour him wine is if you're making him drink it at dinner or because it's all you've got, okay.

He snorts, taking the shot glass once she's poured him a drink and raising it up to her.]

Not much is good for me. I'm just a selfish old man, I suppose.

[bitch_is_back]

I'd hardly call you old.

[But she is a demon and much older.]

And there's nothing wrong with being selfish.

[hungover]

People don't live so long where we're from as you might think.

[That's a smirk.]

No, but it has its downfalls when you can't possibly get what you want.

[bitch_is_back]

I don't think they'll keep us here forever. It's likely we'll all go home at some point.

[Meg's not too sure if that's a good thing, though. For her it sure isn't.]

[hungover]

For as much as some of us have to go home to.

[Forcing Katniss to cause a revolution that would leave her scarred.

It would apparently fix their world, but he'd hurt one of the few people he cared about.]

[bitch_is_back]

You can say that again.

[Meg took her shot at once and set her glass down.]

[hungover]

[He did the same, putting his glass down with a smirk.]

Better to be here, then?

[bitch_is_back]

Nothing fun being in the hands of your enemies. Especially when they have all kinds of creative ways to get under your skin. Literally.

[Meg smiled and poured another drink.]

[hungover]

[Apparently he wasn't the only one with a penchant for knives.]

Just have to figure out a way to make them impatient.

[bitch_is_back]

Until some white knight comes along to rescue me?

[Meg laughs.]

Until they get bored? We have eternity, baby. They won't get bored. Not for a few centuries, anyway. At some point, they might decide to put me out of my misery when they find somethin' better to do.

[hungover]

I was thinking until they decided to just get it over with and kill you.

[He pauses, though.]

But that doesn't work with your kind, does it?

[bitch_is_back]

It's not impossible. Demons can die. There are just certain methods.

If I wanted to die, I could've rolled over a long time ago.

[hungover]

So what's your plan of attack?

[bitch_is_back]

Uh, I thought I'd try not to scream too much at first, but I probably won't be able to help that after awhile.

Can't exactly pray to God, so my options sorta end there.

[hungover]

And I suppose lying to them wouldn't be an option.

[Or at least, a terribly successful one. At least he's temporarily distracted from his own problems! One point for you, Meg.]

[bitch_is_back]

Pretty sure they wouldn't buy that.

[Especially since she's been working against Crowley for a long time.]