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!]
echovocation: (i am ZORRO)

[personal profile] echovocation 2017-10-09 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Glances down at the proffered bottle before taking a step back.] Enjoy it for me.

[He's gonna head to the markets. He'd bet his bottom dollar there are some idiot teenagers looting instead of evacuating over there.] I'm sure you've got the rest of the houses here, right?
edwinjarvis: http://iconmunism.tumblr.com/ (Inquiry | ahem)

[personal profile] edwinjarvis 2017-10-10 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives a nod, but he doesn't quite oblige; instead he puts it in the emergency pack carried on his back. In case he runs into a local in need of a drink, anyway.] Indeed, I can -- handle them. If you're in need of the services of a butler -- just call for Edwin Jarvis, of the SS Tourist. I trust you'll return to the fleet in one piece, Mr. Bandit.
echovocation: (EVERYTHING IS POINTLESS)

[personal profile] echovocation 2017-10-11 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Not a bandit, [Matt calls over his shoulder, before -you guessed it- kicking his way up over a wall and hopping down. See ya, super polite guy]