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exsilium2013-09-21 01:25 pm
initiatesnpc) wrote in exsilium2013-09-21 01:25 pm
Entry tags:
- !initiatesnpc,
- #plot post,
- ai (npc),
- arya stark (asoiaf),
- ellie (the last of us),
- ico (ico: castle in the mist),
- isaac lahey (teen wolf),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- johnny d'amico (original),
- kaede kaburagi (tiger & bunny),
- kate kane (dc comics),
- maria thorpe (assassin's creed),
- raiden (metal gear),
- raven (tta),
- robb stark (asoiaf),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- tempest (original),
- ✝ junko enoshima (dangan ronpa),
- ✝ nunnally vi britannia (code geass),
- ✝ physis (toward the terra),
- ✝ sango (inuyasha),
- ✝ spike (btvs),
- ✝ teshigawara naoya (another),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
Video, 10 AM on the 21st
[ When the feed turns on, there's a poorly-shaven and generally scruffy guy in a labcoat peering critically into the lens. He might not look familiar, but when he speaks, Transports who have been around for a while may recognize the voice. ]
This thing on? Hey, looks like we're broadcasting. I'm a genius, as usual.
[ The view shifts as he tucks whatever is broadcasting into the front pocket of his shirt, showing a hallway within the Hold. His voice drifts in from off-screen: ] We got the best of the best having a powwow in here. You know, the fate of all of Exsilium, and stuff like that. They're gonna tell you guys when they're done, but I say we pick up the pace a little. We're on a tight schedule, you know? [ The view strides forward as he makes for a closed door. ] Just our little secret, alright? I'm not even supposed to be on your fancy network — like they could ever actually kick me off.
[ His voice drops with the last part as he pushes open the door. Inside are ten Initiative employees, and Saul and Medusa, seated at a table and looking terse. Someone shoots a frown toward our loyal broadcaster, who mutters an apology for his bladder and slides into the only empty seat. ]
[ The conversation is already in progress, but context can be picked up on quickly. The Initiative has received Transport reports about "Black Code", along with the meaning — nuclear strike, aimed for Exsilium on October 1st. They have already looked into disabling the bombs via time travel, and found there are too many nuclear plants and resource sites to hit in time. And so these are the heads of each department, debating in strained voices and all looking very generally stressed.
The word "moonbase" keeps popping up, along with things like the catacombs won't withstand the blast, and border patrols are already in place, evacuation is suicide. It's also generally associated with extremely limited life support — the head of the base restoration project insists that it can't possibly sustain over 500, even all of the Transports will be pushing its limits. The conversation is headed toward the inevitable conclusion of abandoning Exsilium for the moonbase, but no one wants to say it. Finally it's the broadcaster himself who clears his throat and speaks. "Look, alright, we're fucked if we stay, and the only way off is our little outer space treehouse. We fit all the Transports and enough people to make sure they don't kill themselves up there, and just… sit back. They're supposed to be saving us anyway, right?"
No one looks happy with it, but no one disagrees. Silence sets in for a moment, until the quiet voice from elsewhere at the table, "We can't let word get out to the Exile population." That raises another round of loud debates, things like you're seriously suggesting we not tell anyone they're about to get wiped off the map? and it will be mass panic if we do, they'll make Transport evacuation impossible! Although there are some very obviously unhappy with it, the debate leans toward the logic of the latter, and a vote passing it is cast. Once it's confirmed that the moonbase is ready to begin supporting a population influx, it's decided that Transport relocation and supply shipments will begin immediately — and the decisions as to which Initiative employees will go with them are to be made at a later time. ]
[ The talk winds down, and someone near Saul and Medusa mutters to them, something along the lines of, I don't envy your job, telling everyone. Saul, already pissed and definitely having been on the "no" side of the voting, lunges for the guy — but is restrained by Medusa's hair. The view shifts again as the broadcaster lifts the camera from his pocket, turns it around to grin weakly into it. ]
Done and done, pals. It was the pen all along! Ha, told you I was a genius, noooo one feels like listening to poor old Sponde…
[ There's a quick raising of angry voices, but the feed ends and cuts them off. ]
[[ooc; Saul, Medusa, anyone else in DITR, and possibly the NPC will be responding to questions here, but also feel free to use this as a general IC discussion space!]]
This thing on? Hey, looks like we're broadcasting. I'm a genius, as usual.
[ The view shifts as he tucks whatever is broadcasting into the front pocket of his shirt, showing a hallway within the Hold. His voice drifts in from off-screen: ] We got the best of the best having a powwow in here. You know, the fate of all of Exsilium, and stuff like that. They're gonna tell you guys when they're done, but I say we pick up the pace a little. We're on a tight schedule, you know? [ The view strides forward as he makes for a closed door. ] Just our little secret, alright? I'm not even supposed to be on your fancy network — like they could ever actually kick me off.
[ His voice drops with the last part as he pushes open the door. Inside are ten Initiative employees, and Saul and Medusa, seated at a table and looking terse. Someone shoots a frown toward our loyal broadcaster, who mutters an apology for his bladder and slides into the only empty seat. ]
[ The conversation is already in progress, but context can be picked up on quickly. The Initiative has received Transport reports about "Black Code", along with the meaning — nuclear strike, aimed for Exsilium on October 1st. They have already looked into disabling the bombs via time travel, and found there are too many nuclear plants and resource sites to hit in time. And so these are the heads of each department, debating in strained voices and all looking very generally stressed.
The word "moonbase" keeps popping up, along with things like the catacombs won't withstand the blast, and border patrols are already in place, evacuation is suicide. It's also generally associated with extremely limited life support — the head of the base restoration project insists that it can't possibly sustain over 500, even all of the Transports will be pushing its limits. The conversation is headed toward the inevitable conclusion of abandoning Exsilium for the moonbase, but no one wants to say it. Finally it's the broadcaster himself who clears his throat and speaks. "Look, alright, we're fucked if we stay, and the only way off is our little outer space treehouse. We fit all the Transports and enough people to make sure they don't kill themselves up there, and just… sit back. They're supposed to be saving us anyway, right?"
No one looks happy with it, but no one disagrees. Silence sets in for a moment, until the quiet voice from elsewhere at the table, "We can't let word get out to the Exile population." That raises another round of loud debates, things like you're seriously suggesting we not tell anyone they're about to get wiped off the map? and it will be mass panic if we do, they'll make Transport evacuation impossible! Although there are some very obviously unhappy with it, the debate leans toward the logic of the latter, and a vote passing it is cast. Once it's confirmed that the moonbase is ready to begin supporting a population influx, it's decided that Transport relocation and supply shipments will begin immediately — and the decisions as to which Initiative employees will go with them are to be made at a later time. ]
[ The talk winds down, and someone near Saul and Medusa mutters to them, something along the lines of, I don't envy your job, telling everyone. Saul, already pissed and definitely having been on the "no" side of the voting, lunges for the guy — but is restrained by Medusa's hair. The view shifts again as the broadcaster lifts the camera from his pocket, turns it around to grin weakly into it. ]
Done and done, pals. It was the pen all along! Ha, told you I was a genius, noooo one feels like listening to poor old Sponde…
[ There's a quick raising of angry voices, but the feed ends and cuts them off. ]
[[ooc; Saul, Medusa, anyone else in DITR, and possibly the NPC will be responding to questions here, but also feel free to use this as a general IC discussion space!]]