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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!]

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[ The engines won't start, and that meteor is coming. There is no time to waste.

What can possibly be done? ]

((ooc: additional info here ))

1 ♪ - Spectating
[ Jacqli has very mixed feelings - not the least of which stem from seeing the chaos as a nearly perfect instant replay of what happened when, back in her own world, she was the one destroying it all.

She feels bad for this planet. She wishes she could do something, but there's nothing to be done for a planet she has no connection to. This isn't Ar Ciel. This is something entirely different.

Also, just because she feels bad for the planet doesn't necessarily mean she cares about the people.

She's standing on the Iskaulit, in front of a large bay window, watching shuttles travel back and forth, flying people to safety. She could help, probably - engineering augment tells her she could at least help with the setup of this, that, or whatever else. But that would involve expending effort of people she has no connection to, and it's not her job to do so. Not... that... a meteor is the people's fault...

Guess there are more differences than she thought about before. ... Come ask her why she's just staring? ]

2 ♪ - Actually Bothering
[ At some point later in the week, she's finally planetside - still not doing much in the way of heavy lifting, but definitely giving some stragglers a not-so-friendly nudge or two. For example, one particular couple is swearing up and down that they can't leave the land their ancestors blessed, it'll be bad luck for generations to come, so they must go down with it!! Aaaand Jacqli "helps" with some song magic - a beautiful melody that crafts a white-hot ball of magical energy that she uses to blow up their garden. She gives them both a Look. ]

It's pretty stupid to take death over some bad luck.

[ Welp. At least it got their butts moving??? The couple sure is running toward the evacuation site now... ]

... Typical. Whatever.

3 ♪ Wilcard
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Edited 2017-09-16 19:09 (UTC)

[A: Cargo]

[While it was something she traditionally viewed as beneath her, it was undeniable her strength was an asset that would be of tremendous help in a situation where time was of the essence. Heavy equipment could be allocated elsewhere or used to just speed up the process of loading the evacuation ships if Looma was around to help out.

Which, she was, even if she was being somewhat impatient and surly about it. She was hard to miss at the best of times, but anyone near the departure area would have an even harder time ignoring her. Just look for the giant red alien carrying entire cargo containers and heavy equipment over her head. And angrily shouting at anyone in her way. While not unmanageable, these things were heavy dammit, and she didn't want to be setting them down and picking them up again. Not to mention everyone was in a bit of a hurry.

Still, despite being more irritable than usual, she was acting much more helpful than usual. If she wasn't in the middle of hauling something, she tended to help with whatever was asked of her. Getting her to help out was quicker than waiting for a forklift or any other equipment to be brought over if something big got stuck or broke down.]

[Crowd Control]

[Fear was an excellent motivator. Maybe not the moral high ground of motivational devices, but it worked all the same. And Looma was really good at it.

She wasn't threatening to dismember anyone or anything, but she was helping bark out evacuation orders and other directions to keep things moving. Anyone caught taking too long or slacking off was going to get an earful and a visit from a not-so-jolly giant.

Tensions were, understandably, running a bit high among the evacuees though- arguments and fights were inevitable. She was good at resolving those too. Her gentle approach usually involved grabbing hold of everyone involved and hoisting them off their feet, then smacking their heads together before releasing them. Because she could. Also, yelling. Lots of yelling.]

"You may settle your petty squabbles later, fools! Get moving!"

[Honestly if they were in such a hurry to die, there were faster ways that didn't involve tying up the evacuation process for everyone else involved. And when it wasn't tempers flaring among the evacuees, it was the occasional bout of panic that tended to come and go in waves. For the most part, any potential stampedes in her vicinity could be cut off before they posed a problem just by stomping a foot on the ground or leaping over the crowds to land in front of the rush. No one ever seemed to be in any particular hurry to push their way past the giant armored woman putting holes in the ground, after all.

Either way, the sheer scale of everything involved meant that she was starting to wear herself down. A temporary reprieve would probably go a long way, wouldn't it?]

[C: Wild Card]

[She's going to be running herself ragged trying to handle as many things as possible to speed the process along. From rounding up stragglers, to helping unload some of the ships up on the station, even taking one of the Bishop's shuttles out to make sure things were running smoothly outside the city itself. Chances are if you're helping out with any part of the process, you'll come across her at some point. Go nuts!]

[Chekov takes a break from logistics and strategy and teleportation efforts to assess the state of things among the crowds attempting to evacuate the planet. He quickly concludes that things are not so good.

He is also quick to find Looma who is, somehow, even louder and more noticeable than usual.]

Looma! While your methods are effective, I believe they may be having a negative impact on morale.

[Finding Stragglers 1]

[A man that looks a little like a corpse wanders around the town, not seeming like he is quite looking at what's in front of him, but instead listening very intently. Suddenly, he takes a sharp turn towards a house. He knocks on the door.]

There's an evacuation. You have to leave.

[After a moment of no answer, he draws back, angling his armored shoulder and slamming it into the door. It flies off the hinges and clatters on the ground.

There is a squeak from inside. In the kitchen, a child has curled up under the sink, and she covers her mouth to keep from screaming.

Justice stares down at her, then slowly walks towards the kitchen. A stuffed toy has been tossed on the ground. He crouches low and picks it up, holding it loosely to face the child.]

Your parents were swept up in the evacuation. They are looking for you. [He offers the stuffed toy to the girl, holding her gaze and keeping his voice steady.] I can take you to them.

[Finding Stragglers 2]

[Outside the town, the view is beautiful. Justice doesn't allow himself any time to admire it as he follows the sense of people.

There is a tent placed near a cliff, overlooking the sky, and Justice stops in front of it.]

Wake up. There's an evacuation.

[There's a burst of activity inside the tent, two people yelling in confusion and scrambling before a naked young man rolls out, bleary, holding a dull pocket knife and waving it uselessly while he yelled, "Who are you? How'd you find us?"

Justice, for his part, doesn't visibly react, as though confused naked men flailing knives at him is normal.]

I am not a thief, nor do I mean you any harm. Your entire planet is to evacuate immediately. Put on your clothes and follow me.

[Wildcard]

[Justice is spending most of his time finding stragglers, but he can also be seen in strategic places throughout the evacuation, somehow diffusing conflicts between people before they even have a chance to start.

If there is a magical person extending a lot of magic to help, and he's reasonably certain from peeking at their head that they won't turn on him, he may offer his services as a magical booster.]

[Matt hasn't had much opportunity to meet all of his crew, though he did a cursory introduction to the captain when he had a chance. It was barely a hello before he was already gone, so when he finally has had enough of pretending he can't do anything to help, he doesn't think anything of it as he tries to wedge around her admittedly gigantic form, feeling around to slip between a couple crates. The less people who see (and care about) him leaving, the better.]

[Chekov, she likes you, but there is a time and place. Looma turns her attention to him quickly enough, and surprise surprise, the anger's still 100% present as she leans down to shout right in his tiny human face]

As if I care about morale! These people will perish unless they can put aside their pathetic squabbling until they have left this miserable planet! They may perish in the impending cataclysm or by my hand, I do not care which!

Or they may put aside their foolish pride for ten minutes and get off this doomed planet like sensible beings!

The sound reverberates through her, giving her a curious warmth and solace. The gods could toy with emotions and bury fear - and all other emotions, truly - very deep. So deep that it seems appealing to forget they existed altogether.

Lightning has learned her lesson. Frowning, she seeks out the Bards and places herself stubbornly before them.

"Are you really leading them to safety?" her gun has been drawn from the holster on her back, ready to be fired should their intentions prove malicious.

Edited 2017-09-17 09:03 (UTC)

I. 16th - 21st

Jarvis is very much used to cataloguing and moving things around and generally working hard for the bossman back home, and here, well, he's gotten used to dangerous jobs as well. The whole damned planet is going to be potentially wiped out, and worse than that, lives may be lost in the mayhem. He helps organize, yes, not giving a moments rest save for a few hours sleep. But who on earth can sleep at a time like this?

He moves through the town, pilots from place to place in an effort to warn everyone he can to get aboard the crafts. Some of them don't want to leave, refuse even, and it's frustrating to be sure. He can be found pounding away and closed and locked doors of those too afraid or stubborn to leave their residencies.

"You must reconsider; please come out! Just a moment of your time...!"

II. 16th - 21st

But one may also find him nearby, as well; if one's sitting and resting after a difficult few hours of moving animals, boxes, and people, they'll find a cold drink being offered out to them -- beside them is Jarvis, a thin smile on his features, one of exhaustion but also sympathy and hope and all the sorts of things a butler should most definitely be equipped with.

"Please, hydrate yourself. We can't have you falling ill on top of everything else, can we?"

III. 22nd

When it's time for people to pull back and start piloting their shuttles out of there, they'll find Jarvis is apparently just as stubborn as the dwindling stragglers are. He stands at the doorway of one elderly citizen, speaking to him in a concerned tone -- "You can't stay here; it's much too dangerous, do you understand? Listen to reason..."

"My wife and I had made a life here in this home; I won't leave it."

Jarvis' eyes drift up toward the photographs lining the walls of the brightly colored home, and truly, it's a warm and inviting place full of photos, photos of kind smiles and memories of family. The old man is alone now, not alone by choice, and Jarvis feels a twist in his chest. His voice is soft and sincere, but he must be honest: "I'm terribly sorry, but -- whether you stay or not, your home will be gone."

"My choice is final, young man, I'm sorry," the elder waves a hand, expression pained. He uses a cane but he's still quite nimble and healthy in appearance; he still has so much more time to live, if he'd just... Jarvis breathes in deep, and... it's a gamble, quite a gamble, but he's nothing if not creative in the face of doom. It's cruel, too. Cruel to do this to someone, but he can't afford to watch someone he could have helped die on some fiery, imploding planet.

"Very well. If you're staying here, I'm staying with you."

"What--"

"... I'm staying if you are."

"... I can't--" Anger flashes in the man's eyes, and then pain, and then a meek attempt to fight back. "You can't do that." But after a moment of the butler's firm silence, his head drops low, bowed, and fresh tears pool in his eyes. Jarvis waits patiently before gingerly placing a hand on the elder's shoulder. A firm and apologetic squeeze.

"Shall we get your things?"

The old man, not looking up as he wipes his eyes, gives one relenting nod.

And so they begin to pack. The end is dangerously close at hand, when he walks the man back outside to a vibrant but desolate city. A ghost town, not the first Jarvis has seen on his adventures in space, and he worries... not the last.

(Feel free to hit me up if you have a wildcard in mind.)

Edited 2017-09-17 11:50 (UTC)

( The Calm in the Storm )

(With all the roles she has had in the past, is it any wonder why ~~Claire~~Lightning is on the planet in the thick of things? Shaking her head in dismay at the wild panic, she cocks her gun and lets off a shot into the open air above her head.)

Order! I want to see a line for supplies. If anyone tries to make a break for it, you will have to answer to me.

(And she doesn't need her gun to make a point. A few assholes, of course, break the rules she sets and with a few punches, kicks or whatever feels natural, Lightning makes sure they pay for it.)

( Watching the Apocalypse )

(This feels damn familiar. Launching herself nimbly onto a rooftop, Lightning takes in the sight of a dying world. Another dying world, that is. While she is sad for the inhabitants, she also accepts that this is expected. Everything has a beginning - a birth - and an end - a death. All the hysteria over it certainly makes sense, yet she knows fates that are worse than death.)

We bid farewell to a planet and her songs. Some will survive and remember your existence. Others will perish with you.

I wonder if a new world will take your place one day?

Edited 2017-09-17 12:16 (UTC)

I. The jacket.

Max did not warn anyone about anything -- but it was not out of coldness than it was him sitting back and letting more capable people do their work. That's not him. He'd more than likely convince people to not do a damn thing, watching the madman speak, so he sits back and wrings his hands and wonders what will happen. When it finally hits the fan, he's not particularly shocked. What he is surprised by is how quickly he finds himself in the thick of rescue efforts.

He's never much cared to protect others, not like this. Not a group he knows little about. Now, Peggy, his crew, Furiosa and the wives? Even others on the fleet? He'd throw out his own personal needs and get right to work on their behalf, for their behalf. Others don't matter, not when it comes to survival, but -- but. Here he is, helping transport supplies and working on standby to make sure the equipment is overheating or causing any issue. Don't mind him, coming to help move a particularly heavy item, especially if someone looks like they're struggling a bit.

There's a kid, a native, who won't stop shivering from the fear. She always seems to be in his peripheral. She reminds him a lot of Cheedo in that timid and fearful way. He keeps seeing her in the corner of his eye as he goes, and from the looks of her hesitation she's deathly afraid to fly.

"Hey," he finally tells her, turning away from his current job. "Gotta get on board."

"I'm -- I'm scared," she says, and it's obvious, but the way she says it makes it worse.

He hates caring, and he hates that people have made him care again. Or did he always? It's not like the fleet was the first to punch the humanity back into him. It's just... He doesn't want to be there when it all falls apart. He doesn't want to help yet another person who goes under the wheels. Despite that very thought, he removes his jacket and pulls it a bit roughly around her quaking shoulders. "Gonna -- uh,be fine," he says quietly, and then, even more soft around the edges, he continues, "As long as you're alive, you're gonna be fine. But you got to get a hold of yourself and get in there."

...

"And give that back later," he says, pointing to the jacket.

Before she goes, he gives a ruffling to her hair. The fact that his hand does it without him thinking is... something.

II. Need a ride?

As others go out to warn people, to check the towns, and to otherwise transport whoever needs to be transported, they'll find that Max lands beside them with his usual shuttle; it's at full power and has been taken care of for just these sorts of sudden occasions, after all. Popping the door open, he leans out, looking as grim and serious as he always does. Max Rockatansky doesn't need a planet's inevitable demise to look like a sour lemon. Despite that, he's calm and more than ready to do the dirty work.

"You need a ride somewhere?"

III. Near the end.

Max looks down into a throng of abandoned homes, taking a rest. His leg hurts terribly, and he rubs the scarred tissue there with a look that almost seems sympathetic; not a soul's left down there now, and a hot gust of wind whips at a fortune teller's table; tarot-like cards go blowing across the small walkways. There's an abandoned sort of kid's toy, like those horse heads you ride when you play cowboys. The shadows are sharp and long, ominous.

It reminds him of times before everything fell, at home.

That moment at the very, very beginning, when all hope was completely lost for rebuilding.

Just like his world, he's about to watch an apocalypse, huh?

This time, it's not their faults, at least.

He only hopes these people don't devolve into scavengers like him.

Edited 2017-09-17 12:11 (UTC)

Evacuation

[Dealing with crazed and panicked citizens is literally old hat for Snow. As soon as the announcement for the meteor (it's always something, isn't it?) goes out, he's out on the planet's surface, helping people carrying things, picking up children that get separated from their parents, and generally looking more alive than he has since his arrival to the Fleet.

He leaves a group of teenagers who are pulling along a wagon full of things that look like costumes after moving some obstructions in the road to a group of men, arguing.]

Hey, stop this. There's a whole line of people making their way to the space port. Either get your asses in the line like reasonable people or get the hell out of the way. No matter what you do, move.

[That is definitely not the way he talked to the little old lady looking for her pet lizard. And after he tells that group off, he's right back to helping people with their things.]

Supply Lines

[Not only do the people need to get into space, evidently the space port isn't that well supplied to handle the evacuees. So, as someone with super-human strength, Snow can be seen carrying massive boxes and beds as if they don't weigh anything.

And if you look carefully, he looks almost happy to be doing this.]

Wildcard

[Let me know if there's anything more specific you want to do. I'm open to anything, and you can reach me on plurk at

makochan.]

On The Ground

Furiosa has kept to herself, as she usually does, but the moment she finds out there's impending doom she's quick to spring into action. First Breath and both of her shuttles will be ferrying people from the planet to the station; as many treks as she can make. While not a large ship, and certainly not designed for more than a small crew, she'll pack as many bodies into the hangar bay, quarters, hallways, even the bridge; where ever people can fit.

To combat the panic on the ground and ensure there's not a rush for her ship, she's gone full Imperator Mode; black grease swathed across her forehead, that quietly imposing look of challenge in her eyes. For the most part it works; she barks orders and people listen. If anyone gets too pushy, she intervenes and shoves people into place.

There's also an attention paid to the less fortunate; children, disabled, meek, looking past anyone waving credits in her face and dragging up the wretched for salvation. They're not her wretched, but they're the people that need help most in her eyes.

"Sixty thousand creds, get me on that bucket!"
"Ninety thousand! I need on this transport!" Two rich men bickered mere inches from her face, shoving each other in an attempt to keep attention. Furiosa's already reached and passed limit on this run and she needs to get these jokers off her hatch so she can pull up and out. The sooner she drops this contingent off, the sooner she can come back around and get both of these schlengers.

But then something catches her eye and she reacts, shoving her hand between the two men and grabbing an arm as someone was jostled into view just behind them. The bickering men fell off in confusion as Furiosa hauled a young pregnant woman out of the crowd. She pulled the girl onto the hatch and passed her on to the throng of people waiting inside, who received her gently and immediately. The girl was about in tears from gratitude but Furiosa turned her attention back towards the men, stepping forward and forcing them back until they were off the hatch.

"Transport's full. Be another in twenty minutes. Keep yelling you won't be on that one either." She nods her head and one of the passengers smacks the lift for the hatch, and it starts closing even as Furiosa's just turning and walking back into the ship. Hopefully they'd have sense enough to clear the landing pad or be incinerated in the lift off.

In The Air

If you're on the First Breath, helping shepherd evacuees, you're in for a trek; Furiosa has stuffed the little craft bursting past capacity, and every bolt and beam groand in protest. She's turned off all but the most absolutely necessary life support systems in order to conserve energy. It's going to get very hot, for one.

But Furiosa is a product of a vehicle-dependent society, and she's been pilot of the First Breath for nearly two years now. If you're anywhere near the bridge, you get to see a master at work; almost without thinking her hands fly over the controls, prosthetic and flesh working together to ease and nurse the beleaguered ship towards the station. Once they're in the vacuum of space it's a little easier, but getting out of the planet's atmosphere is a very tense few seconds in which Furiosa's attention doesn't waver.

Closed For Max

It's getting down to crunch time and she's dropped off the absolute last load of people she could possibly make; the First Breath is in need of rest and repairs and another trek would have ended in a similar fate to the War Rig, though far less intentional.

Taking a moment, she grabs her comm and opens a video feed to Max.

"Max. Checking in. Where are you?"

[ His voice is what stops her mid-stride. In between healing injured citizens trying to escape Serah picks out a familiar voice in the crowd, but for a moment she was sure she imagined it. With the large press of bodies all around her it's difficult to pick out Snow, even with his towering height. It isn't until he speaks up again in a louder tone that she's sure she heard him. At that point she has to put aside what she's doing, she has to. ]

Snow!

[ Pushing her way through the throng of people she followed the sound of his voice, but it didn't seem to be getting any closer at first. For a moment she almost panicked. Desperate, she called out- "Snow!!!" -startling enough people to give her the room she needed to break free of the crowd and see him resting off to the side by himself.

The sight of him hits her like a freight train. She wants to surge forward and throw her arms around him, she wants to ask a dozen and one questions- at minimum, but she does neither of those things. She instead jogs over, slowing to a stop in front of his seat with most of her emotions laid bare. ]

It is you, isn't it...?

[ He looks older, more worn, and his hair and clothes are different from the last time she'd seen him. The memory of his brand also comes rushing back, but... one thing at a time. First she has to know she isn't just dreaming, and that he's not some desperate figment of her imagination. ]

A. Evacuation

[Riona's never handled an evacuation before, but she knows people. And people panic.

She's wherever is needed, either in convincing people to leave or helping them load up supplies. She's got the pilot augment, so shuttling takes up a good chunk of her effort. Back and forth, ferrying people off the planet and onto the station where hopefully they will be safe.

Sometime during it all, she winds up helping a rather large family. There are at least eight of them, and she's heard mutterings about grandparents being stubborn and concern about other relatives scattered throughout the city. With so many people comes a lot of stuff. Riona's trying to talk them into bringing bare necessities, but it's not going well, and the shuttle is getting full.]

Believe me when I say I understand, but there's only so much room and there are still countless people to evacuate. Please bring only what is necessary - no, I don't think those crystals are necessary and yes, I know they've passed down through generations, you told me this earlier when we had the same discussion. Food, clothes, and bedding are all you need. Everything else can be replaced.

[Riona sighs as the head of the household argues otherwise. She looks ready to punch him. Perhaps some help is needed, either with resolving it or being able to provide extra shuttle space.]

B. More Evacuation

Does anyone recognize this little girl?

[Riona has a native child in her arms. She found her earlier, crying and alone. There's so much to do yet, but she couldn't just leave her. Frantically she searches through the crowds swarming towards waiting shuttles.]

Someone? Anyone? [She sighs tiredly.] Maker's breath, this is a nightmare.

C. Eleventh Hour

[Even with the impact imminent, Riona's still on planet, shuttling people out at the last minute. One more run, she told herself. One more family or group, and then she would head back to the ship.

It doesn't take long to find some people who were still left behind. Riona hears people inside a house still. She runs up and pounds on the door.]

Listen to me, we need to go now! I have a shuttle, just grab what you have and let's get out of here!

[They fall silent. No time for this! Riona kicks at the handle until it breaks, and with a hard shove she opens the door. A quick scan of the downstairs reveals no one, so she goes upstairs.]

"Leave us alone! We're not abandoning our home!"

Maker's - you're going to die here! You can rebuild and have another home! Please, I'm here to help, but we need to leave now.

[Silence. Riona peeks inside a room. Curled up under the bed is a child, shivering with fright. Riona kneels down and offers her hand.]

Come on sweetheart, let's get you out of here.

[The child tentatively reaches out-]

"Get away from her!"

[Riona looks up, just before someone grabs her and drags her up. Unprepared for a fight, Riona struggles with the assailant. The panicked person shouts and shoves her hard.

Straight through the bedroom window.

She barely knows what happened before she lands on the ground. There's the distinct sound of a bone cracking, but worse yet, Riona screams as she feels a shard of glass cut into her back. With one arm now useless, Riona uses her remaining good arm to drag herself away from the shards of glass that litter the ground. She tries to get to her feet, but it's hard, every movement burning with the strain of the glass in her back.]

I need help!

D. Wildcard

[Hit me with something of your own!]

[Justice was on his way anyway up to this point. There aren't many stragglers left and he could feel the Warden Commander. He'd thought maybe she could use help sorting through the last few people still behind.

Then something goes wrong. It splinters on his senses like sharpened ice shards on bare nerve endings. The Commander is hurt.

He's still over a block away, but he wants to be with her so badly that suddenly he just is, standing over her as she struggles to her feet as though he's been there the whole time. He didn't know he could do that in the mortal world.

Something to think on later. He catches her least wounded arm, supporting her weight as he checks her back. This is one of the rare moments that his feelings are clear on his face, even if someone doesn't know him. His brows are drawn together, his shoulders are tense. He's worried.]

Commander, you're injured.

[Badly, in his unprofessional opinion. She's not wearing armor. The glass is in her back and she's not moving right. The pain wafts off of her, disrupting the usual familiar humming her presence causes. He doesn't know how to treat any of this. He doesn't know what non-healers can do to fix human bodies. Why hasn't he tried to learn by now?]

[Fenris intends to get the Tourist and her crew as far away from the planet as possible when things get too far past recovery. He is not going to risk their lives. But for now, he's doing what he can to move people to safety- his own conscience would not let him leave them die. He knows he has a lot of...issues, but he is not so far gone as to leave others suffer. It reminds him too much of Exsilium- when they had hardly any time at all to save the people, and so, so many died as a result of that. Never again.

Justice is...quite a sight. It's enough to make Fenris tense a little. He doesn't know what he is, though- if he did, there would be a full scale fight right off the bat. For now, Fenris uses a great deal of caution. As if Justice were an unexpolded bomb. Still- he was good to the child. That gives him some bonus points. ]

...Is this house clear?

[Justice glances towards Fenris, but keeps most of his attention on the girl. Justice has questions, mostly stemming from the elf's singing lyrium tattoos, but those questions can come after they've cleared out all the stragglers they can. In the meantime, Justice is pleased that he's not doing this alone. Presumably, a mortal would be better at dealing with mortal children than he is.

The girl stutters, her eyes on the stuffed animal.] "There's... there's..."

[Her words fumble in her mouth, and Justice's eyes are on her again, though he speaks to Fenris.] She has a little brother upstairs. He's sleeping.

[He holds out the stuffed animal, shifting so he's a little closer to her. She eyes him, pale and frightened, but she slowly accepts the toy and hugs it tightly. It seems to calm her a little.]

[Sokka has been trying to save as many people as he can. He needs to look out for his crew, as well,
and he's wearing himself far too thin. This...is more difficult than he anticipated.He was already herding another family towards a shuttle when he heard Riona's cry for help.]

Keep heading to the shuttle and go!

[With that, he races off in her direction, heart in his mouth- terrified. He can't lose her, too. He just can't. When he finds her, he practically skids to a stop beside her, worry and panic clear in his expression.]

Keep still, I need to take a look at it.

[Sokka is getting pretty damn tired himself. It's a lot of work, and there are times this seems like an impossible task for all of them. Still, he manages a weak smile as he sees Looma being...Looma. He knows there's no changing her (nor would he ever expect her to change) but he'll head over anyway.]

Well. You're an effective barrier if anything. How're you holding up?

[Sam appears, or rather is pretty obvious among the crowd thanks to being taller than most of them -- and when he does he puts a hand to Riona's shoulder, soft and to let her know his arrival. He's got a serious aura about him, of someone who is so utterly used to the chaos of panicking people and crowds, but when he glances to the two of them he paints a more comforting expression.]

Hey, don't sweat it -- I'll help you look.

Um, get her on my shoulders. [He turns his attention to the child with a sweeter smile. His voice also manages to go a few notes softer and kinder.] You'd be able to help find your mother and father up high, right? [And to that the child nervously but more openly nods, fingers nervously sucked in her mouth.]

a. there in a flash

[This is the kind of rescue mission that Barry can excel at.

He takes a moment to talk to the people organizing the evacuation and then gets to work, zipping as fast as he can over the streets to rescue as many people as he can and get them there as fast as he can. He'll even try to help the animals too if possible, because no one should leave their friends behind, but at the same time he knows that the people have to be the priority.

There's a flash of red and gold, and then he's gone again, trying to draw as many people as he can out of the danger zones and closer to where they can be evacuated.]

b. down for the count - one thread only please, first come, first serve

[Unfortunately, the downside to Barry's abilities is that if he taxes himself too much, he's near useless.

He zooms up the last batch onto the deck of the ship or shuttle, he glances to each of his rescues with a deep breath.]

You alright? You okay? Good.

[And once that's established, Barry's eyes roll back, and he drops to the ground as the hypoglycemia gets the better of him.

Good job, Barry.]

[ If you've seen Kara at all in recent times, it's as a blur. She's zipping around the planet, flying as fast as she can in order to clear residences and herd people to escape ships. She's going hard. Maybe if she can just get one more person... and then one more... and on and on. She can't let it happen again. Not if she can help it.

Your best chance of catching her, unless you have super speed, is via communicator. Call her, leave a message, text her... she'll get back to you, probably. On the off chance you can say it quick enough, calling out her name might also grab her attention.

You may also be able to find her in a moment of calm. She's leaning against a wall in an out-of-the-way place, briefly catching her breath before continuing on. She seems tired, for once, but she's determined to save everyone ]

[ Kara, also delivering rescued people to shuttles, manages to glance over when Barry falls. She's also been running herself down, so her pivot isn't as quick as it would be normally and she doesn't catch him, but she rushes over ]

Barry, hey! Barry!

[ she's pats his cheek ]

Hey!

[Was that a trick of the wind? Of course not, we're in space! There's no wind in space. No, that's Takeshi, who is jogging over to the window to look out it for a moment, too; he's been running back and forth personally to help transport all sorts of equipment and animals and what not, but it's good to take a moment to breathe and look at the whole picture!

Also, to poke at new faces.]

Are you coming, too? To help out!

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the veil is thin . . .

EMERGENCY OPERATION - Sept 22

Jacqli | OTA

Looma Red Wind | OTA, any time up until the last day

[Crowd Control]

Justice | OTA | Throughout evacuation until a little before the 11th hour

C - sneaking out

no subject

no subject

Jarvis | OTA | Dates listed below!

Lightning/Claire Farron | Open

Max | OTA | Throughout the evac.

Snow Villiers | Any time up until the Impact

Furiosa

Wildcard

no subject

C

Stragglers the 1st!

no subject

C

Crowd Control

B!

barry allen | ota

Kara | OTA

b

no subject