thespaceopera: (red alert)
Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm

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!]
tough_love: (How nice to see you!)

[personal profile] tough_love 2017-10-04 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Good on you Kurt, this is an approach she can get behind. While she's certainly surprised by his...well, everything, especially the BAMFing, Looma takes it all in stride. She even makes a nice show out of turning her attention back to the assembled crowd with a wicked grin, slamming two fists into her palms with enough force that it sounds like a thunderstorm's rolling in. That seems to settle things down quickly enough, giving her a much needed breather.

Might as well spend it socializing with the fuzzy blue interloper, right?]


You have my thanks, blue one. They were beginning to grow unmanageable.

[That was pretty much shorthand for "impossible to control without actually maiming someone," but hey, whatever gets results, right?]