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

[moskva]

[ Ivan nods to those words, and he seems thoughtful for a few more seconds as he tries to consider these implications; it does make sense, albeit abstractly. ]

I do not think they won't fix it. Do you?

They can't leave it like this always, can they? Not that it is that bad.

[feyted]

Allowing things to remain this way is unpardonable, as long as they have the means to fix what they've caused under their own initiative.

( ... No pun intended. )

I'm given to understand they move in their own better interest long-term, so no, I don't think they won't try to fix it.

( Pardon her for looking somewhat startled. )

Not that bad?

[moskva]

Da, is not very bad. There are many things can be worse.

[ Said, certainly, with quite the expression of confidence—maybe even a hint of knowledge. ]

[feyted]

I... suppose that's true.

( Such a strange man, but she makes an effort to smile and try not to let how confusing (and perhaps deranged) his statements are. )

What are you planning on doing with yourself now that you're here?