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

[edwinjarvis]

[Jarvis nudges into the scene, interrupting Matt's super serious talking.]

Please. Please, he means, if you'd be so swift.

[Manners, sir. The family stares at them for a moment before getting up and moving to collect their things, and Jarvis stands beside the masked man with his hands folded at his back. See now, this is going swimmingly.]

[echovocation]

[Cool.

........okay, on to menace the next family, see you later dude. Gonna just march out this door and pause creepily to listen for more people in the houses on this block.]

[edwinjarvis]

[No, Matt, you've screwed yourself over.

Because every time you burst into a place and order people around, Jarvis sliiides into the scene.

Pleasant.

Adding a 'please' and 'thank you' and 'he means well'.]

[echovocation]

[After a couple more houses, Matt turns to Jarvis just outside waiting for the last family they'd 'ushered' out of their residence to actually leave and cocks his head to the side.] We'd probably cover more ground if we split up. [why are you coming in after him with your manners]

[edwinjarvis]

Nonsense, masked bandit!

[He adjusts his tie, standing straight as an arrow in his proper-ness.]

Would you like to know a particularly crucial quote I've learned since arriving here?

[echovocation]

Not a bandit, [Matt sighs, leaning against the fence because this guy seems like the type who is going to tell you what that quote he learned is regardless of whether or not you'd like to hear it]

1/2

[edwinjarvis]

[Well you're absolutely wrong-]

"Teamwork makes the dream work!"

[edwinjarvis]

... Or perhaps it would be wise to have someone inform the people inside each place that the man kicking in their door and rustling through their things dressed like a robber is, in fact, not a robber.

[echovocation]

They might realize that when they see me not stealing things, [Matt points out, completely ignoring that PBS special]

[edwinjarvis]

... And when is that point? The point in which you're actually leaving without their things?

[echovocation]

Around there. [Adjusts his hastily acquired knuckle wraps.]

[edwinjarvis]

... You know, heroism would be far more effective if you didn't have half your face masked in the apparel of a bandit. How on earth do you see anything through that?

[echovocation]

Very small eyeholes. [Matt,

The latest family comes shuffling out, hurrying past Matthew but thanking Jarvis on their way, and Matt turns to sniff out the next house to vandalize. So many stubborn, materialistic idiots...

oh shit he sounds like Stick]

[edwinjarvis]

... OH! I see.

[He entirely accepts this reply, following with a jaunty sort of step.]

If you'd like, I could sew you a mask with bigger eyeholes. If you must have one.

Perhaps stitch your name into the brim.

[echovocation]

Nice try, [says Matt, voice as dry as a stone as he passes the next house, and then the next one before turning down the sidewalk of a third and heading straight for the backyard. No people here, but they'd left a pet tied up in the back to die alone. The least he can do is let the poor thing loose so it can fend for itself, maybe make it to the evacuation field.]

1/2

[edwinjarvis]

[Well, don't mind him keeping you company! Not being remotely sneaky.]

Why are you masking your identity, if I may ask?

Or -- oh, dear, I'm so sorry; it's not a...

[edwinjarvis]

... Ehem... a balding condition, is it?

They likely have something to help with that, on the fleet...

[echovocation]

[dude r u 4 srs] Yeah, it's that. [Sure, think he's bald, he's down with that. Mr. Matt Murdock with his full head of handsome hair can't be this bald rude guy]

[edwinjarvis]

Goodness, that's most unfortunate. But you know -- some very prestigious figures in history are bald or balding! Indeed, I knew a few generals in the army who were well known and not at all judged for their hair loss.

[Are you enjoying his company still.]

If you'd like, I could try giving you a haircut, to bolster your spirits?

[echovocation]

No thanks. [Get outta here, you poor...lizard dog thing, whatever you are. Matt takes a running jump to kick up to the top the wall separating the backyard from the neighbors on the other street, hauling himself up and over. Hope you don't need a hand getting up here Jarvis, you probably got it, right?]

1/2

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh, it looks like you've outmaneuvered him...!

Freedom, delicious, delicious freedom-]

2/3 actually

[edwinjarvis]

[He pokes his head out through a wooden garden door to Matt's left, smiling.]

Oh, would you look at that. A lovely gate! Truly a fine sample of craftsmanship.

[edwinjarvis]

... It's a shame about it being vaporized in the foreseeable future...

[He steps after Matt, though, moving to knock politely on a door, see if anyone will answer before Matt kicks shit down.]

I just realized -- you cover more than just your head. And I very much doubt you have issues with your eyebrows.

[echovocation]

[YOU!! ...used the gate. Just when he thought he was free, DANGIT]

Anyone ever tell you that you're nosy? [At least Matt waits to see if anyone answers before picking through some stones beside the walkway this time.]

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh, blast, no answer. How about that. Such a shame, we'll have to just wait.]

How rude. I'm merely helping a fellow rescuer. One that is concealing their identity.

... Are you some sort of hero of sorts? Superheroes. I'm quite familiar with those.

Though they usually try to look like superheroes.