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

[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't seem to react at all to her mention of a weapon. He assumed she would need it to keep herself protected.

Not to mention despite his clear pacifism Vash is always clearly walking around with a gun on his hip. Shout loudly and carry a large pistol clearly being Vash's motto.]

I'll do better than showing you where to go. I can drop you off. It's near where they need the shuttle anyway.

[therewerefifty]

[She looks more at peace, then, now she has a solid direction and task to perform; nods once, briefly, and leaves.

She'll be back in less than two minutes, weapon in hand, this time without its shamisen container. She just needs to look threatening.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash nods as she arrives back with her weapon.] Ready to go? [Once she gives confirmation that she's ready Vash takes off and will take them to a small group of people who are going around and counting supplies.

Vash will speak to them and introduce Makie.] Don't you guys worry. With Makie here watching your backs you won't have to worry about anyone trying to take these supplies. Right, Makie?

[therewerefifty]

[What why are you bringing her into this

She's good at looking threatening, not reassuring, so after another blink she just nods quietly, then peers back at Vash with uncertainty.]

[goldenglasses]

[The people Vash was addressing didn't seem overly assured just yet. Although they have so many other things to worry about that they don't question the offered help. One mutters a quick: stay safe before they all scatter back to work. Opening boxes, counting and noting down the supplies inside, and then organising which will need to go first.

Vash pats Makie gently on the shoulder.] Than you, Makie. I'll see you in a little while, okay? Until I get back make sure everyone stays safe.

[therewerefifty]

Mm.

[They may seem more assured after Vash leaves, and her gaze gets a whole lot colder. But all she does is assist them, up until such time as violence may occur.

Vash can be assured that by the time he returns, the supplies are all packed and ready to go in a sensible order, and there's maybe three people sitting meekly by with nothing worse than bruises and a few cuts.

...okay, one of them might have a broken arm. Sue her. She had to make a point to the other two.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't seem too concerned over the men's health. They're alive and that's all he's concerned with for the moment.] Looks like it was a good thing you were here. Thank you, Makie.

[He helps get the shuttle loaded again with a smile.] Do you think you could do this again the next time we get supplies together?

[therewerefifty]

[She also helps, and glances over at the question. This time she might at least be thinking about smiling back.]

Of course.

[goldenglasses]

Thanks. [That shipment loaded it was time to take it off to the station then starting all over again.

Fade to black?]