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driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- anders,
- carl grimes,
- cloud strife,
- edna,
- edwin jarvis,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- fie claussell,
- ginko,
- ignis scientia,
- justice,
- katie mccoy,
- looma red wind,
- maedhros nelyafinwë maitimo fëanorian,
- matt murdock,
- max rockatansky,
- nami,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- pavel chekov,
- prompto argentum,
- psycho mantis,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sam winchester,
- serah farron,
- shouta aizawa,
- snow villiers,
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- uraraka ochako,
- vash the stampede,
- yuri katsuki
the veil is thin . . .
[ On the night of the 16th, the feeling of tension and horrid anticipation comes to a head. Everything stops when the sun goes down-- even the ever-present music in the hoppingest part of the city center. One by one, everyone turns their eyes to the skies. The young and old alike pour out of their houses, some in bare feet, and they point to the velvety blanket of stars.
It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.
A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.
An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.
Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.
The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]
[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]
It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.
A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.
An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.
Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.
The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]
[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]
[Crowd Control]
He is also quick to find Looma who is, somehow, even louder and more noticeable than usual.]
Looma! While your methods are effective, I believe they may be having a negative impact on morale.
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As if I care about morale! These people will perish unless they can put aside their pathetic squabbling until they have left this miserable planet! They may perish in the impending cataclysm or by my hand, I do not care which!
Or they may put aside their foolish pride for ten minutes and get off this doomed planet like sensible beings!
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Making these people feel attacked or afraid will not encourage them to behave more sensibly.
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[Admittedly, not so much "encouraging" good behavior as "enforcing" it, but she's not about to sweat the details here. Of course, there's no real way for her to keep her eyes on everyone, something that has not gone unnoticed. It isn't that anyone here was really foolish enough to be actively causing problems, but with tensions running high, all it really takes is one snide remark or unflattering allegation too many for things to escalate.
Like, say, what was going on two lines over, where someone felt that a more esteemed family history meant they should be further ahead than the gentleman in front of them. Who in turn, was levying allegations of a history of poor decisions made by said lineage had culminated in this very situation after the bad luck accrued became too much and now everyone had to pay for it.
Looma spared the two A Look, but then returned her attention to Chekov.]
By all means, Pavel Chekov. Handle it your way.
[Despite the sheer smugness in her voice- not to mention her actions, seeing as how she was showing him the way with all four arms- she actually was going to let him try to handle this one with a different approach. If it worked, fine- she could use the help. If it didn't, well, she could always intervene and keep him or anyone else from getting too badly hurt.]
I will remain here and observe.
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[Chekov makes his way over to the troublemakers and (politely, respectfully) explains how minimal the difference in their arrival times to the space station will be regardless of the order in which they leave and, not to belittle the importance of both heritage and luck in this culture, such things are irrelevant in a shared struggle such as the imminent destruction of their planet.
As anyone who doesn't have as much misplaced faith in people as Chekov could have predicted, the two fellows resist this appeal to rationality and disregard him entirely. The Russian puts himself between them and (politely, patiently) informs them both that, if their argument is so important that they absolutely must have it right now, they will need to step aside to allow everyone who isn't behaving idiotically to board.
On one hand, they notice him this time and find it in their hearts to set aside their differences for the sake of a common goal.
On the other hand, that common goal involves shoving Chekov aside and saying rather rude things about his lineage.
Because Chekov is just as tired and tense as everyone else on this planet, he chooses to hold his ground. It doesn't look like his third attempt at reasoning with them (still politely, but with an undercurrent of keep pushing me and I, in true Russian fashion, will fight you aggressively and with no regard for my personal well-being until one of us is incapacitated) is going to be any more successful than the last two.
Will Looma continue observing?]
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Still, she'd given him a chance, so the least she planned on doing was allowing him to fully see it through. Though, admittedly, she had moved herself a few steps away from the line closest to her. It'd be easier to make a clear leap to Chekov's current position if things got any more physical than they already had. She was allowing enough time to be wasted humoring him as it was, she wasn't going to tolerate a full-blown fight breaking out.
That, and however misguided she thought he was, his heart was in the right place and he stood by his convictions. That alone meant she wasn't going to let him get roughed up too badly.]
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The current situation continues to unfold as might be expected: the two gentlemen are no more impressed with Chekov's reasoning the third time than they were the other two times; one of them shoves him again; the Russian warns him against repeating that particular action; the shove-er finally throws a punch that catches Chekov's jaw.
Chekov is neither a violent person nor quick to anger, but this is ridiculous and the only response he can come up with is a retaliatory punch.
Tensions are high and this has the potential to get ugly.]
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She lands next to the poor fool once he readies a second blow, catching his wrist in one hand and hoisting him off his feet with a wordless snarl. Chekov might do well to ignore the nauseating chorus of muffled pops that ring out- Looma, for her part, exercises some measure of caution and covers the man's mouth with another hand as she looks down to Chekov with the closest thing to concern she can muster.]
Are you unharmed, Chekov?
[He may have been clocked in the face, but hey, that's life. She just wants to make sure he still has his wits about him- he doesn't seem to be the sort used to physical confrontation, after all.]
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He nods and touches his jaw, more bothered by the fussing that a bruise will probably encourage than anything else. It's not actually the first time that he's been involved in a scuffle. Admittedly, he's usually an innocent bystander who happens to get caught in the action instead of one of the instigators...]
I am, thank you. [He looks around at the evacuees. They're all being rather quiet and well-behaved now.] My apologies for criticizing you. In this situation, your approach is a very successful one.
You, ah... I believe you have shown this person [a nod to the Lyukian who undoubtedly regrets all of his recent choices] the importance of polite conduct. [Please let him go before he loses his arm.]