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driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
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- 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!]
Lightning/Claire Farron | Open
(With all the roles she has had in the past, is it any wonder why
ClaireLightning is on the planet in the thick of things? Shaking her head in dismay at the wild panic, she cocks her gun and lets off a shot into the open air above her head.)Order! I want to see a line for supplies. If anyone tries to make a break for it, you will have to answer to me.
(And she doesn't need her gun to make a point. A few assholes, of course, break the rules she sets and with a few punches, kicks or whatever feels natural, Lightning makes sure they pay for it.)
( Watching the Apocalypse )
(This feels damn familiar. Launching herself nimbly onto a rooftop, Lightning takes in the sight of a dying world. Another dying world, that is. While she is sad for the inhabitants, she also accepts that this is expected. Everything has a beginning - a birth - and an end - a death. All the hysteria over it certainly makes sense, yet she knows fates that are worse than death.)
We bid farewell to a planet and her songs. Some will survive and remember your existence. Others will perish with you.
I wonder if a new world will take your place one day?
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That supposed to be some kind of prayer? [he mutters, still glaring out the window, unable to look away from the Planet as it burns.]
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...could be. I think a dying world needs a lot of prayers. (If not for the crumbling ruin then for the people who called it home.) We saved a lot of them.
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Methodically.
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Not your first time, I take it. (Well he's not alone.) There's not much we can do about this one.
(The next world is a different story. Maybe. If they kick it into high-gear.)
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I can't speak for everyone, but for me, it was worth the trip.
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I wanted to rip the world apart once. I wasn't the only one either. Then a god decided I needed to set my feet on a different path. I shut myself away; I didn't let myself feel much of anything.
(She had been slumbering before she was crystallized.)
I know how they feel. They have to fight...or agree with the terms of another.
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(By they, she means the people they've rescued and/or lost.)
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Still. He's got all this anger and upset and nowhere to direct it, so instead he just turns away from Lightning and heads for the shuttles. He needs to go beat something up and the gym on the Iskaulit is calling his name.]