<strong>Your Cubicle<br/>C-130 Hercules Airplane, Designation [REDACTED]<br/>Somewhere Over Antarctica</strong><br/><br/>You've been locked in this small room for seventeen hours straight, with nothing but the roar of the propellers and the constant numbing cold to keep you company.  The room is cramped, a cube two meters on the edge.  The walls are constructed from a steel frame filled with plywood and what appears to be some kind of insulating, sound-cancelling material.  Despite it, the propellers are a constant drone in the background, and the temperature is a frosty -20 Celsius.  A single circular light is set into the ceiling, controlled by a switch set into one wall next to a door.  There's a bed with ample blankets that takes up one half of the room, and a plastic chest in which two thermal (http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa248/Impervium2401/8b81d344-b5ef-43e5-818b-ae2bd588d670.jpg?t=1363662583) suits (http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa248/Impervium2401/f9e8831a-3b44-4aa2-91d9-7e87fc814177.jpg?t=1363662390) in your size are stored.  The door to the room is simply a section of wall that had been cut so it could swing outward.  However, something outside is blocking the door from being opened, and the steel frame of the walls themselves makes it impossible to simply rip through.<br/><br/>Of course, you also have your MOBA on you.  It resembles an iPhone, although slightly smaller and thicker.  It's surprisingly dense, and you have a feeling that it would take some serious force to break.  There's an antenna built into the case that can be extended, as well as a small cubby where a simple rubbertip stylus is kept.  On the back, your name and a string of seemingly random alphanumeric digits are etched into the plastic.  When turned on, you have the choice to access either the Brief or the Communications modules.  Only the Brief is currently accessible.<br/><br/>The aircraft suddenly lurches, and a brief moment of weightlessness engulfs you before vanishing just as quickly.  The turbulence started about an hour ago, and has been getting progressively worse since.  After another lurch, you hear someone call out over a PA system, "Beginning descent.  Prepare for disembarking and briefing.  If you have not done so already, put on a thermal suit.  Brace for turbulence."<br/><br/>The message repeats in French, then Spanish, and continued through a number of other languages.  Russian.  Mandarin.  Finnish.  Swedish.  Portuguese.  Italian.  Arabic.<br/><br/>Your ears pop as the aircraft begins to drop through the Antarctic sky, but the turbulence gets worse.  The C-130 is almost constantly shaking now, and it sways back and forth in a disconcerting manner.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/>Alert!  The next<strong>EVENT</strong>will occur 20130320!  Make your posts are up by then, or risk [REDACTED]!