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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!]
C. you know it
[Time's getting cut pretty close, but... how can he just run off when there's potentially more people to get out of there? Not to mention, it's his job, right? He's always in the thick of things. With a 90% chance of getting out of it alive. As much as he dies, he also has an impeccable knack for cockroach powers.]
I don't know the first thing about engineering, but I've been able to at least translate the coding in the station's programming... People are getting pretty panicked, though.
C. GODDAMMIT SAM
How long before you're out of there?
C. oops
Until, um... the engines work again, I'm thinking.
...
Give or take.
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And if they're not working in time? [TECHNICALLY THIS IS A RHETORICAL QUESTION BUT--]
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......... I was going to worry about that when I got closer to it, honestly.
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Flicking back on:]
You've got until I get Ginko off the ground, then I'm coming for your ass. Work fast.
[Do the impossible. Do it now. >:|]
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[:^) You love me. So he says, trying to ease her temper and concern:]
I'm glad you like my ass enough to save it from doom, but what about the rest of me?
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I'll save your shins too so I can kick them. [HAH.] Be in touch!
[Seriously, get to work, you've got like thirty minutes max.]
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[And true to his word, every... like... five minutes, he just shoots her a winking smile emoticon. Quick but efficient in keeping his captain aware of him. It's kind of hard to do when you're re-directing scared civilians and snatching up fleeing orphans, but he does his best.]
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Speaking of which, by the time she does ping in the atmosphere down there is probably a creepy howling wind stage of incoming doom. But here she is--]
Five minutes. [SHE'S COMING FOR YOUUUU.]
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[Sam shoots her a GPS location, and it's clear he's too far from the other shuttles to have escaped in proper time. He had put his full faith in Nami and her ability to hunt down her annoying friends. And the reason for his running off further from the ships? It's a kicking and biting and writhing eight year old orphan in his arms, wanting anything but to go with the strangers. The kid's a bit delayed, he's pretty sure -- or at least socially lacking in some respects, and Sam hopes the girl wasn't abandoned out of lack of care for her because of that. He's hoping she just ran off and couldn't be caught.
Hoping.
.........
She's getting tired, though, so he's hoping she's not gonna kick and scream after they actually board.]
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[DO YOU REALISE HOW LITTLE TIME WE HAVE LEFT
DO YOU
Nevertheless it's still gonna take a little over five to get to him once she corrects for the GPS, so call it five and a half, don't lose your feral child until then. Or ever, if you can manage it--
Here she comes, banking in low. And possibly swearing to herself once she sees him because what is it with her crew and wayward children? Honestly just leave them behind, god.
(She'd never.)]
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He does end up piling in with the now exhausted child held bridal-style; he's quick to place her in what would've been his seat and buckle her securely for safety, standing between Nami and the child's chair as he puts his hands on the seats to balance. He smiles mildly at her, breathless.]
Hey, captain.
1/3
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Hey there, kid. Hold on, okay? We're almost out of here--
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-- I'm good! I'm alright!
[He would give her the thumbs up that she didn't just accidentally murder him via blunt force, but... you know. There's comets and debris and a giant meteor and -- shit, do they have enough time? He's admittedly sweating a little under the collar as he finds a seat to grip onto and holds on tight. Ummm. Duck left? Don't crash? Is there any decent advice one can give when they're outrunning complete devastation???]
Holy shit--
[THERE'S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING. THAT INCLUDES ESCAPING GIANT ROCKS.]
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But they clear the atmosphere without more than a couple of frightening wrenching sounds, still intact, and it's another twenty seconds still more at maximum speed away before the world lights up beneath them. Nami doesn't look. She doesn't know how this works, how much damage it'll do, and she won't slow until she clears the first safely orbiting ships above.
She just doesn't want to see what's happening below, all things considered.]
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It's an ugly, ugly sight.]
Don't look, girls.
[Not yet. It's better to wait until it all settles.]
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--she looks away really, really fast. Diverts to the child instead, wrapping arms around her and keeping her from seeing even if she tries, fast descending into numbness. She can't afford to fall apart yet, not while they're drifting and still have a kid on board.
Eventually--] Sam. [It's a hoarse and far away voice. Here. Take the girl and keep her close.
Nami'll take them back toward the space station now, at a more sedate speed. Quiet and slow, staring bleakly into the dark.]