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

[holmesisnowhere]

Sherlock pauses to gaze at the other man for a long, considering moment. It's probably possible to imagine gears turning under those unruly dark curls, and Sherlock, tilting his head to the side remarks, "Why would you want to help me?" There's no particular malice or cynicism in his tone, the man genuinely just seems confused by the idea that someone would go out of their way to be of assistance.

"You don't know me, and I don't know you, so why offer?" Again, no malice, just faint bewilderment.

[hungover]

"It never hurts to have someone owing you a favour or three." For someone who positions himself as observant, this gentleman seems to have some social failures that even Haymitch, in his vaguely intoxicated state, can see. Maybe he's more like the Capitol citizens than he first thought.

He raises an eyebrow at the other man, curious in his own turn now.