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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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It will be.
[He gives a firm nod, smiling with some certainty.]
This fleet wouldn't settle for less.
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[He looks entirely displeased by the thought.]
It was crazy enough when we ran out of room on the ships. That'd look like a piece of pie in comparison to being shoulder-to-shoulder with everyone.
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It'd be a nightmare. And then there'd be the issue of where we'd drop them off. Don't suppose we could just let them off at the next station or something.
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[Suddenly, his hair is pulled back, whipping his whole head back on his neck.
URK--
"MOM!!! MOM!!! That way!!!!" The child is eager, and Sam gives a slight groan, gingerly disentangling one of her hands as she vibrates with relieved excitement westward.]
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Easy, sweetheart. There's a head attached to that hair.
[She reaches up as best she can to help, all the while walking in the direction the girl's excitedly pointing in.]
Is she very far? What does she look like?
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It's alright -- she's alright. We'd better get you guys on board, though.
This isn't a ship you want to miss, huh?
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Riona breathes a sigh of relief, but they're not out of the woods yet.]
We're glad we found you. Is there anything we can help you carry onto the ship? The sooner we get you on, the better. [She's reasonably sure she sees some bags and whatnot, but for all she knows, they could belong to someone else.]