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!]

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[namisan]

[He's not kidding. Nami has to go get Sam, too, which means she's not playing gentle; the moment the kid's buckled in, she starts pulling off the ground, hatches closing. She doesn't take off at speed until he's buckled too, but that might be a little rough.]

Hope no one's airsick, I don't have time to be nice--

[LEAVING THE ATMOSPHERE DOUBLE SPEED. Thank god for pilot augments and extensive training.]

[iattractmushi]

[Ginko will just. Uh. Close his eyes, clench his jaw, and hang on tight. He's never been comfortable with flying, but somehow it's better if he can't see how fast they're actually going--feeling it is bad enough. Anyway, even if he wanted to he can't really do much more but trust in Nami's piloting, and just try not to do anything to embarrass himself.

The boy seems to be doing better than Ginko, his eyes wide and locked on the forward screens, but he's just as quiet as she gets them the hell out.]

[namisan]

[The view as they hit the curve of the atmosphere is pretty impressive by now, and also pretty damn terrifying given how large that oncoming meteor is. Nami tries not to look at it because she's afraid she'll lose her nerve, swinging sharply up from here to the low orbit of the Bloodsport.]

Gonna drop you here. [Shaving time, shaving time-- it's far closer than the station itself. She ducks a small smile at the kid, trying to reassure through the sweat trickling down the side of her face.] This is safe, and I'll be back to take you to the station, okay? I just have to go pick up a friend.

[Ginko might be able to take the other shuttle if ti's back yet, but she suspects the other is also in use.]

[iattractmushi]

[Pick up a--oh no, one of the crew is still down there?? And Nami is going back?? Ginko wastes no time hustling his way off the shuttle, not-so-gently shoving the kid ahead of him. If she's made up her mind to do it, arguing about it will only waste even more time, and probably get her and whoever's still down there all kinds of dead.

His expression is grim though, as he turns back to say what will hopefully not be the last words he ever says to her.]

Try not to die down there.

[namisan]

[Mad respect points, Ginko. Don't worry, she has no intention of dying, and her quick smile reflects that. She is kinda terrified, but to be perfectly honest her fury at Sam frigging Winchester being a martyr again overrides it.]

I'll check back in soon.

[She's taking off. Though she even waves at the kid before she zooms back down for that one last idiot.]