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]

[That's a lot more consideration for their feelings than Sorey had expected to hear given how annoyed Adalwolfe had been...but nevermind that. Now that he's back and now that the family is gathering their things, Sorey takes a moment to throw his arms around Adalwolfe in a tight hug.] It's good to see you again, [he says warmly, squeezing him before pulling back before too long.] I wish the circumstances were better.

[wolfehawke]

I-

[He hugs back, albeit awkwardly. Sorey didn't really give him enough time to refuse and he's not sure he even would given that then he's have to explain why. It's stupid. He knows its stupid. And yet here he is not announcing his presence and avoiding people anyway.]

-...yeah, so do I. We should get on seeing if there's anyone else that can be helped.

[monolike]

[That's definitely not the enthusiastic consent Sorey had expected either, so he draws back to give Adalwolfe a concerned look before backing off and nodding.] Want to split up? I'll take the east of the street and you take the west, we can meet up and head to the next block?

[wolfehawke]

[Sorey's not the first person to look at him like that in the last week and so Adalwolfe remains outwardly unphased, giving Sorey a somewhat benign smile as if he can't possibly see how anything is out of the ordinary in their conversation.]

Good plan. I'll meet you at the end of the street.

[He nods in assent and starts off, trying to figure out what exactly he'll say if Sorey has questions for him when they reconvene.]

[monolike]

[Joke's on you! Sorey knows what a person looks like when they don't want to talk about something.

So when they meet back up at the corner to take the next block, he doesn't mention anything beyond,] The rest of the street that way is clear! Everything good on your end?

[wolfehawke]

[To be fair he's really not sure even how to talk about it.]

Yup. Half the houses were empty already, thank Andraste. Do you want to head through another street or see to supplies? I'm not sure people are prioritizing the things they should...

[He glances over Sorey's shoulder, where two of the orange people are trying to lug an enormous antique clock around the block.]

[monolike]

[Glances back over his shoulder and sighs, rolling his eyes.] Yeah, you're right, don't worry I got it- Excuse me! [Sorey goes jogging off over to them, waving a hand. You can't take a darn antique clock, folks.]