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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!]
Takeshi | OTA | Through the week!
Takeshi can be found running back and forth during the evacuation, a determined expression on his face and his little legs moving at a consistent and speedy rate. He runs by carrying a box as large as him. He runs back. He runs by carrying a large cage of odd birds from the planet. He runs back (with some feathers on him). He runs by dragging a full sled. He runs back. He runs by with a pleasant little old lady on his back. He runs back (with a kiss mark on his forehead).
By all means, stop him to make sure he's taking breaks, because he doesn't seem to be ready to stop.
He'll also be checking in on all of his crew from the Goldstone, to make sure they're doing alright.
What? He can't let them overwork or get too stressed out! Even if he's doing it himself!
II. Later in the week.
But lo and behold, Takeshi does over-work himself, and even though his powersuit had been keeping him moving for quite an impressive amount of time, the suit had reached its limit for the week; he stumbles and the suit hisses, before an oil-like substance drips out of the round buttons all across it. He staggers to his knees, panting and dropping one of the one hundred pound supply crates he'd been carrying over his head.
Please don't let him drop the one hundred pound crate on top of his head.
Regardless, he's too tired to help anymore, and... well, this is the end of his aid to the planet.
He just worries he hasn't done enough.
Stubborn little guy.
II - crates
Except that after a while the kid stumbles and it's pure luck that Cloud lunges, grabbing onto the crate he'd been carrying over his head one-handed, digging his fingers in the metal to get a good enough grip to haul it over to the side and into the dirt so it doesn't crush the kid's damn skull.]
Shit-! You alright, kid?
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... I... gotta keep helping... my team... [As it turns out, shounen determination knows no age limit. He glances to the fallen box with a frown.] Sorry -- did anything get broken? I didn't get anything broken, did I?
[The black oil on the neck plugs finally stop dripping; it looks like some kind of fuel involved with the black powersuit. He doesn't seem to notice it quite yet in quietly catching his breath again. He'd been running him ragged, yeah, but it's kind of a very important mission! They're saving lives...!]
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It's not... It happens when my suit gets used too much...
[He wipes his brow of sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead.]
M'okay.
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... He's so tired. His shoulders slump, and it's clear his body is weary and troubled carrying his weight.]
No... m'okay... really...
[But he's been defeated, quite obviously.]
... They need all of our help...
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First law of being useful kid, make sure you aren't a liability. [Trust him. Cloud expertly buries his 5 tons of hypocrisy and self-loathing under an 18-inch steel wall of SUPER tough guy]
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What's a... 'liability'?
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What's your name?
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[He feels bad now; he doesn't want to be a liability. He glances up, looking quite grave.]
... I'm Takeshi, captain of the SS Goldstone.
You should leave me here and go keep helping. We got a job to do...
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Yeah I'm gonna go, soon as you're situated. [Someone scurries over to check Takeshi's temperature and get an IV hooked up for quick hydration.] ...I'll be back to check on you though. So don't give anybody the slip to try going back to work, got it?
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... But if I don't see you, I'll come make sure you're not trying to work too much, too.
Okay?
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[Runt!!! Just lay there and soak up your saline. Cloud leaves without another word (or his name, the jerk,) but after a few hours he comes back as promised. Hopefully Takeshi didn't take off like Cloud half expects him to have done.]
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[But he apparently hasn't left. He had actually sat down on a large crate -- and then sat some more, and then laid his head down because he was tired, and then -- well, he's sleeping now on it, curled up into a little loose ball as he slumbers rather deeply for the situation at hand.
... He had really tuckered himself out, it seems.]
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Cloud sighs through his nose, hands on his hips as he stares down at the kid before looking around. There's nobody looking out for him. Is he seriously here by himself...?
Well, he can't get a decent rest here. So he picks Takeshi up carefully, trying not to wake him (and it's not hard since he's sleeping like the dead) to take him back to the Goldstone. He'll put him to bed in the captain's quarters and come right back, and hopefully the kid'll sleep through the rest of this horrible ordeal and wake up safe in orbit.]
II
Takeshi. You need to stop.
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He looks exhausted.]
But... But Miss Katie, their stuff...
They need their stuff.
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Their stuff is already here, isn't it? It's like moving house. Sometimes you need a break so you don't accidentally trip and break something, and you can always open boxes later. As long as they didn't get left behind.
[The oil is creepy, hate to say. She tries not to touch it, but--] This-- is this important? Does it mean something's broken?
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[His face is downcast until she cups his cheek, and he looks down again only when she mentions the suit. It is a bit worrisome of a sight, isn't it? But he's mostly just frustrated than worried about it, which hopefully lends to the idea that it's happened before and doesn't at all worry him right now.]
Just means my suit -- my suit's overheated. It just... needs time to fix itself...
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But inevitably, the chiding he gives the small child inside him is soothed by her words. He grips her hand.]
... Until I feel better. We'll be a... tag team.
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