[This RP is for @Lady Riften and @The Hype . It is based within the film canon of the Jurassic franchise, with elements of other media and fan theories/ideas thrown in for fun.] After the Fall of Jurassic Park: 1993 To: Site B Administration From: John Hammond Subject: Park Failure and Future Options Ladies and Gentlemen it is with a heavy heart and a desire to do what is morally right that I have come to make this final decision after the events that lead to the failure of Jurassic Park. The facilities on Isla Nublar have suffered heavy damages from the hurricane, and from damage reports that you have submitted to me after the storm you have fared not much better. I have concluded that the best actions moving forward is to abandon the dream of Jurassic Park, and to give our assets a second chance. There is no longer a need for Site B to function as a breeding facility for the park, but as a research outpost. As of this moment, I am calling for the release of all dinosaurs into the wild. It is unknown if the lysine contingency will prevent them from thriving on the island, or if - as Malcolm so eloquently put it "Life finds a way" - for them to survive. The established facilities on Isla Sorna should provide ample protection for your teams to continue observing and recording what happens over the coming weeks. I expect reports on what you learn. Later in 1995: To: Site B Administration From: John Hammond Subject: URGENT/ Hurricane Evacuation The irony of a hurricane destroying the park in the first place and then a financial storm of sorts nearly bankrupting the company after has never been lost on me. Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for your research and dedication over these last two years, however it is now time to close up your doors for good. With Hurricane Clarissa on her way to Isla Sorna, your mission is done. Evacuate your staff now before it is too late, I refuse to allow more of our staff to be lost on those islands to storms and natural disasters. Godspeed. Victor Blackwood supervised the loading of personnel and equipment onto the ship, constantly looking over his shoulder to watch out for any stragglers. They had been watching the storm develop in the Pacific for some time, and now that her path was clear the evacuation order had finally come. The weather had already turned against them, heavy gale force winds and rain were already pelting the island and it was unknown how much longer the staff could spend trying to gather all of the data and equipment they could before they passed the point of no return and their escape window would be closed. "Main complex clear," Richard Levine's voice broke over the radio clipped to Victor's belt. That meant the worker village, main industrial complex and some of the laboratory facilities were emptied of essential crew and all important assets were on board. "Ten-four, get on board. I need to check one last thing and round up the rest of those lab rats down at the breeding facility. Give me twenty minutes, if we haven't made it back by then you leave us here. There's places we can ride this out. Understood?" Victor responded, shielding his eyes against the rain and running back toward the breeding facility main entrance. He didn't catch Richard's reply as he opened the door and entered the pitch black facility. Power had been lost throughout the island hours ago when the storm started hitting them with its worst, and that was before Clarissa was even close to making land fall. "Okay guys, everyone out of the pool!" he declared, turning on a flashlight and holding onto the hand rail that wold lead him downstairs to the lower levels. "Those incubators should keep anything left going for a long enough time guys, it's them or you." There was no response from below, or signs of life in the form of chatter or beams of light as he was expecting. The deeper Victor got, the more he heard the rumbling of thunder growing in the distance. Lightning flashed through the windows above, but he heard more thunder that was far too close and surely too short in duration to have been from the storm. Victor took another step, and then the ground at his feet shook with the roar of one of the larger carnivores on the island; somehow it had gotten inside the fences for the workers village and the labs. "Containment breach, something's gotten inside the fences! All personnel if you can hear me seek shelter now! As for you guys on the boat, get out of here now before any of those things has a chance to board!" Victor screamed into his radio before somewhere above him the roof began to fall inward as though struck from the outside... Two Weeks Later: Twenty of InGen's workers never made it off the island, included in that number was one Victor Blackwood survived by his daughter Ivy who could never get an answer out of the InGen HR representative living on Isla Mantaceros within the Workers Village among herself and many other relatives who had grown worried about their missing family members on Isla Sorna. Arby Crichton knocked at the Blackwood's door trying to catch Ivy's attention after the doorbell had gone unanswered several times. He had heard that several others from the village were boarding a boat to investigate Isla Sorna for themselves hoping to find out what happened to their lost relatives. He ran a hand through his short hair and sighed nervously. He desperately wanted to find out what happened to his aunt, but he couldn't think about leaving without Ivy to give her the chance at closure with her father. "Come on Ivy, open up. I don't want to leave without you."