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driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
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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!]
A!
He happens to overhear Riona dealing with a particularly large family - specifically, the particularly stubborn head of said family - and he makes his way over to try his hand at diffusing the situation. ]
Hey - couldn't help overhearin'... Space is really tight on these ships, but if you're willin' to put 'em on a separate ship and find 'em later, there might be room in another? It's not a guarantee, but you can try askin' the official police-lookin' guys over there?
[ He jerks his thumb in the direction of a uniformed military dude with a tablet, carefully recording who and what is going in which shuttles. Looks all official, indeed. ]
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[Riona rubs at her forehead. Don't. Punch. The. Idiot. Then they'll never listen.]
Sir, your choices are this: either you leave your things behind and you will definitely never see them again, or you put them on another ship where you might see them again. At least if they're packed away elsewhere, there's a chance to recover them.
[She glances at Eithan.] Right? [Back me up here]
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She's right, honestly. [ He's got u, Riona. He looks appropriately grave and apologetic about the delivery, of course, because that's what they need to see right now. ] Sorry it's not more ideal conditions, but it's literally the best anyone can do. And honestly, I think stealin' is the last thing on people's minds right now. Everyone just wants to get out of here safe, with their own stuff. You know?
[ Oh dear goddess please buy into what he's saying for the love of everything please. fjsdkl ]
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The man says, but finally nods.] "All right, all right. Let me - let me see what we can get."
[Riona blows out a long, tired breath once the man is out of earshot.]
Thank you. I really didn't know how else to parse it to this idiot that he needs to leave some things behind.
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Dude, no problem, he's not the first harder I've seen in all this, and I'm damn sure he's not gonna be the last. [ He sighs. ] What is it about fortune-tell-y types that makes 'em wanna keep everything they've ever owned ever?
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