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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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Exhaustion rocks him and he presses his fingers to his eyes a moment as though that would shake the sudden swirl in his vision. It was one thing to heal in an unrefined burst, it was another to carefully weave spirit healing into a delicate tool and hold it like that. Without Justice, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold the magic together for so long. The underwater planet had quickly retaught him his own limits without Justice's energy at his fingertips.
But he took his hand from his face and waved off their concern, fixing Riona with a firm look.]
You've still lost a lot of blood, you should sleep to allow your body to do the rest. And, Maker help me, I will make you sleep if you fight me on it.
[But then he looked to Justice and Wolfe next.]
Even with your help, I'm afraid there's only so much more I can do. Love, will you see if anyone else is in desperate need of help and let me know?
With this I think Wolfe's out so feel free to skip him.
Well, other than his love's tendency to work himself to exhaustion.]
I will. We're likely going to be getting more refugees in just now that had a rough time getting out during the shockwave, but you promise me that you'll stop before you do yourself any harm, alright? It's more than your patients that need you.
[He makes certain he holds Anders' gaze for a long moment, too uncomfortable in present company to cross the small gap between them for a kiss, but the look in his eyes should be enough to get across his meaning. A small nod after that exchange, and Wolfe turns to go, already hearing the clamor from the docking area of ships limping in from the devastation. He takes a breath and dives in, memories of his arrival in Kirkwall playing out at the back of his mind.]