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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!]
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"Please make sure that you have done the most that you can before the planet is destroyed." Easier insisted upon than done. Chekov doesn't want to leave while there's still the faintest chance of saving people, but he's aware of the realities of their situation. "There will still be work to do after. None of us will be very useful to the survivors if we die here."
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He is sassy as ever, but there's that touch of fondness. Ana would be very worried for him, certainly, but he knows that he has to do his best to lend a hand. Regardless, he will not allow himself to die when it's avoidable. It'll do no one any good, anyway.
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(He makes a mental note to ask about Ana if the opportunity presents itself. He likes hearing about the loved ones the other fleeters have waiting at home... and sometimes people seem to benefit from the opportunity to talk about them.)
"Also--and this is selfish, I realize--everyone on the Tourist would starve without you."
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"... I suppose I wouldn't want anyone to suffer a shortage of decently homecooked meals..."
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"We would suffer. Badly." But his smile fades. "Speaking of meals, have you eaten recently?"
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"Oh, I'm just fine! No need to worry about me. I'm hardly hungry yet; it's a skillset of mine."
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"Then please, do me a small favor." He retrieves a ration bar from a small bag he's hauling about and offers it to Jarvis. "Eat this when you are? It doesn't taste so bad as you might expect."
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He looks rather thankful for the small token of kindness.
"... I promise you, Mr. Chekov, I'll do exactly that. Please take care out there."
He doesn't want anyone getting left behind or hurt.
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"Thank you, and I will. There is too much to do to bother with dying." Chekov reaches out to give Jarvis' arm a comradely squeeze. "Do the same, and I'll see you when this is over and there is time for all of us to celebrate our collective heroism."
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"Most definitely -- I happily await the breath of relief."
And off they go, back to work.