the veil is thin . . .

[thespaceopera]

[ 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!]

Comments

[monolike]

[Sorey's long since lost track of time, armatizing with whoever's nearby whenever he can manage it to combine their energy, barely noticing as seraphim whisk in and out of his soul to recharge. He and Mikleo are currently dashing between supply sites to refresh water, healing anybody wounded along the way, so when Eleanor rolls up Sorey almost doesn't stop them in time, skidding to a halt in the dirt and dust and stumbling a little.]

Oh- um, uh, [he fumbles, looking back and forth as he searches for something Eleanor can do. Mikleo, help him out, he's been doing most of the body piloting.]

[tsunergy]

[Mikleo has mercy on him and gives him a little mental nudge. They're all running a bit thin on energy, but Sorey's been doing the bulk of it, so the help is definitely welcome.]

We could use a hand distributing water to the crowd waiting for transport.

[Don't mind the dual voice there, Eleanor.]

[humene]

Understood.

[She does mind the voice, if only because it's more than a little unsettling and brings back a few bad memories. Which is why, against her better judgment, she can't help but check up on Sorey and Mikleo.]

Are you two doing okay?

[monolike]

We're fine? [Are they bleeding or something? Somewhere, somehow? Sorey even takes a second to look over their body, patting down their chest and lifting parts of the overcoat to check. They haven't run into too many fights, mostly just petty squabbles where people didn't even throw a punch. Do they not look okay?] Um...are you okay?

[tsunergy]

[Hmm. Maybe she's uncomfortable with it? He can keep it internal...]

It's not unusual for someone to ask. Things have been pretty hectic since everything started, and we're starting to run out of time.

[humene]

Yes? [Why wouldn't she be? It's not like she's been working herself half to death.]

[Okay, maybe she has, but that's beside the point.]

But I know that armatization can take it's toll. It's good of you to use it to help others, but please don't overdo it.

[After everything Sorey did to help Laphicet, she can't not look out for him.]

[monolike]

Oh...does it? [Like, he's felt tired after dropping the armatus before, but only when they'd both like nearly killed themselves in a fight so he'd have been wiped out anyway.

Either way, despite being emotionally and mentally frazzled, Sorey and Mikleo at least look to be in fine health. He'd been sorta tired until Mikleo showed up and armatized with him anyway, and now he feels kinda great.] Don't worry about us, Eleanor. Sometimes I think me and Mikleo were made to armatize.

[tsunergy]

Don't be so dramatic. [Not that he's disagreeing, exactly. It does feel awfully natural.]