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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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[Sayid understands, too, why the boy ran off. Maybe not as deeply as Carl does. But he understands, which is why he doesn't make any move to scold him once Carl has brought him back. He just looks down at both of them for a moment, then motions back the way he had come.]
Your mother will be worried.
[Which is, obviously, directed at the boy. Though he nods to Carl after a moment.]
If you'd like, maybe you can keep us company until we reach the landing area.
[...And by 'we' he means the boy. Because he's probably not going to take off again, but Sayid would rather mitigate that chance. And maybe having someone closer to his age accompanying them will do that. At the very least, Carl will be more able to chase him down again if he does.]
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[ Carl nods for the boy to continue in the direction they're going when he gets a nod in reply, staying by his side. Sometimes it is easier to face something with someone who kind of knows what's going through your head. He can be a guard dog without really looking or acting like one and give the kid something to do.
A lot of the time, it's better to have something to do instead of sitting their stewing in whatever's going on. ]
Sure, I can do that.
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This is likely something that Carl knows. It's still sad that someone so young knows these lessons.
Sayid leads them back to the rest of the boy's family, picking up the luggage he'd abandoned. While the boy's mother performs a mixture of scolding and comforting her son, Sayid turns to Carl.]
Thank you again. How have you been?
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[ It's much easier to push all of his own troubles deep somewhere else and help these people escape a planet that might very well die. He's not been plagued by the visions that some of the fleet got and he still has family here, despite the concern that Rick might not wake up. This is an important thing he needs to do. His dad would agree if he could. ]
You?
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[These are, after all, somewhat trying times. Still, Sayid does look...fine. Perhaps a little tired, but nowhere near exhaustion. He's definitely been better at pacing himself that other people in the Fleet, and it shows.
It's not that he doesn't care about the fate of these people. It's just that he doesn't necessarily have the drive to wreck himself over this, and as such he's more aware that driving himself into the ground will do no one any favor.
In short order, the family is ready to set off again. Sayid's attention drifts as he surveys the crowd. He's helping this family, of course, but it's important to keep an eye on the larger movement.
After a few minutes, however, his eyes return to the family, and then to Carl.]
Is this what you've been doing? Helping people to the landing areas?