Open/Mingle - Roll Call.

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam, and you, and anyone; tis a mingle of sorts.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: SS Bloodsport, if you wanna find him.
When: After the planet is struck - Sept 22nd.

Note: Feel free to tag each other and inform everyone of whatever you need to, post-planetary explosion! I'll tag here and there, but consider it more of a mingle for people to touch bases about casualities and making sure people know they're okay (or if someone's injured.)

[Sam sits, triumphant in their mission but also defeated in spirit. Because yeah, they got the ship off the planet, and there's a whole civilization of people who get out of there... but he also is already too aware there is at least one fatality on their end already. Looma's last broadcast had been expected, especially after she'd sent him a warning beacon as the meteor pressed down into the planet's atmosphere, speeding, ready to smash the thing to pieces without effort.

Looma at least faced her death as one would expect, for her people. He imagines they would be proud.

Still, he sounds deflated at the thought, as he speaks a more leveled and straightforward response:]


... We've lost Captain Looma, of the SS Bishop. Umm... for what it's worth, she did it on her terms. I'm sorry.


[He's carried out the task of divvying up the blood from the blood drive, in case anyone from any particular ship needs it; there've been some injuries from shrapnel and citizen unrest, he's pretty sure. That's about all he can do, now, other than check in on the gardens... make sure Fie's work is continued alongside her, because it's important to keep those plants alive and thriving.

He slumps a little in weariness, sighing at his desk where he sits on the SS Bloodsport.]


... Role call?


Who's, um. Who's missing?

Comments

text;

[robitussin]

what happened to her?

also since i'm sending this i'm obviously not dead

text;

[collegedropout]

I think... She sent back survivors at the last moment with autopilot.

Sacrificed a place in the shuttle for evacuees, in the little time left.

Then basically puffed her chest out at the comet until the end.

[hollystrike]

I died horribly

[This is a terrible response. But she doesn't have the energy to talk in more than opposites. There's a reason shes' staying strictly text, which... is likely the same reason a bunch of other people will have, lbr.]

[collegedropout]

Sounds like it.



Do you need company?

[It's been hard for everyone, but someone like Katie? It's probably even more miserable, in a far more physical, wrenching way. After all, she'd interacted with this living planet.]

voice } ota if you want to action jack

[supertardiness]

[Because he is too tired to type right now. That involves moving his arms and he just wants to lay still for a moment. But he doesn't want people to worry about him or be looking for him in the danger zone.]

Barry Allen, First Breath. Present and accounted for.

[a beat.]

Though I have no idea what ship I'm even on right now. I just know I am on a ship.

voice

[collegedropout]

Just got out of there as quick as you could? Are you on a fleet ship?

[He sounds pretty tired; he's sure they're all drained, but, you know.

Best to make sure nobody's off dying from exhaustion.]

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[outstandingbalance]

Natasha Romanoff, checking in. Still taking account of who else we have here.

text

[collegedropout]

Thanks for the check-in, honestly. Some people are on the evacuee station, or out in shuttles, or passed the hell out from exhaustion, so finding everyone's been a... rough time.

text

[candothat]

I'm glad to see that you are alive Natasha

Akshun

[therewerefifty]

[He needn't worry about the gardens, at least. Since Beverley left, Makie has spent more and more time here, her hands and her care more sure with plant life than they'd been in Adstring. Lessons and experience do wonders.

She's not doing a lot of gardening right this minute, however. She's slouched under a tree, shamisen balanced a little haphazardly on her lap with her fingers in the grass, apparently lost in thought.]

Akshun

[collegedropout]

Man, I'm happy to see you on a ship right now.

[Sam wanders in from the side, a sheepish expression on his face; he'd been running around plentifully to make sure people he knew were still... y'know... here. The mood is overwhelming and morose, a sort of empty silence as the fleet brings itself back together... but Sam's happy to see living faces, even sad ones.]

action on the bloodsport GREAT SHIP NAME GUYS

[axi]

[Arriving not long before a meteor hits a planet is one thing, but doing so coupled with very little idea as to what's going on is a whole different type of scenario. Kaname's used to space, aliens and space travel are daily occurrences for her. Even planetary scale disasters happen. In simple terms, she's seen shit.

That said, it gives her a rough idea of what went down. Still, there's a lot of unanswered question, like why she can't reach anyone from Chaos or the Macross Elysion. Or Walkure.

Kaname wanders the ship, searching for someone to talk to. She tried the communicator, but it's difficult to filter through the last calls for assistance and over all rush of final activity. It's when she reaches the cargo bay that she sees someone, a tall moose man occupied with something.]

Excuse me. [She addresses him before walking over to continue speaking.] I've just... arrived I think is the right term. What exactly is happening? [Kaname stops speaking, her brows furrowing.]

Something just hit that planet, didn't it?

action

[collegedropout]

[Indeed, Sam had been focused on checking on their shuttles; they'd been so used the last few days that checking them - even as someone who isn't a pilot - needs to be performed while they're finally getting a moment to breathe. It also... helps not to focus on the fact that a planet got wiped out, and some of their people and natives along with it.

He turns, eyes round and slightly wide with curiosity. New voice?

Oh, shit.]

Oh, I - I'm so sorry. [He wipes his hands on a rag from his back pocket, stepping toward her. Indeed, is a big ol' dude, long and narrow in the hips as he looks down with some sympathy.] It's been difficult, keeping an eye on new crew... um, but you're... right, yeah... We've had a hell of a week.

[candothat]

Pavel Andreievich Chekov, alive and on the Lyukian station

[collegedropout]

Good to hear from you, man. How are things settling over there?

24hrs later - Voice | Action to Khadgar

[darksmokerising]

[Her voice is rough, cracked with exhaustion and it very much sounds as if she's still half asleep.]

Alive. With Khadgar. Twin Roses.

[There's a rustle of fabric as she sinks back down and curls herself back into the blankets as she cuts communication off. Getting that much out was a challenge. She takes a little more of that energy to check on Khadgar.]

...still with me?

Voice

[collegedropout]

[He gets this late, relieved for a moment.]

Merlan? Kind of mean, taking so long to give a head's up. [But he doesn't sound pissed; he can hear the weariness in her voice, so he just hopes she's not injured from that chaos.] ... I was worried. Thought you might've been left behind.

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[uprightness]

steve rogers.

checking out of medbay, going back to the starstruck.

if anyone needs anything, let me know.

[ he's checking himself out of medbay, actually. ]

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[mucked]

Who cleared you?

[ immediately suspicious. ]

[video]

[the_tailor]

Lance of the Blameless...checking in.

[His voice is a lot smaller than usual. He's not taking Looma's death very well.]

[video]

[collegedropout]

Hey, Lance, it's good to hear from you.

[His voice is a smidge softer; poor kid, sounds like he's had a hell of a time.]

How is the Voltron squad? Everyone accounted for and in good health?

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[mucked]

We're still missing two here on the Starstruck.

[ -- she doesn't say her name. either people will know it already or they won't and therefore identifying herself won't much matter to them. either way, peggy carter checking in. ]

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[collegedropout]

... Shit. I'll keep an ear and eye out for your crewmates.

I've got one missing -- girl named Merlan... Let me know if you hear from her.

[He's worried, for sure, but... he doesn't want to lose hope.

And his crew'll be luckily checking in a day later; unfortunately for Peggy's, we know how that ends.]

Are you doing okay?

[onlyanapple]

Unsurprisingly, I remain not-dead.

...Sorry about the kid. Did you know her well?

[collegedropout]

You're right -- I'm not surprised at all.

[He imagines Crowley would saunter right through the rubble and lava, somehow.

All while complaining about the heat, like it's summer.

Of course, it's just a humorous thought; he's glad the guy's alright.]

... I didn't know her very well, but -- you know. She's got a very big personality. You only have to meet her once to get a huge impression. [He sighs, soft.]She'd had me install a warning beacon on her comm, to warn people away from her area in case of emergency.

Turns out, she had a use for it here.

Voice - After some delay

[english_dignity]

England of the Huntress.

On the Lyukian station. Alive.

[Hasn't slept a second since evacuations started, but he's alive.]

Voice - After some delay

[collegedropout]

Thanks for breaking the radio silence - it's good to hear from you.

Are the civilians there doing alright?

[Voice]

[iattractmushi]

I'm still here.

[He's been on the ship since Nami picked him up, mostly in the Lab. He's probably seen Sam in person at least once, but this is just in case anyone else was wondering.]

[Voice]

[collegedropout]

Better than the alternative.

You gonna be alright? ... Hell of a planet for you to visit so soon.

[tallasaking]

[Tired, covered in grease.]

Tyrion Lannister. Checking in.

[collegedropout]

I see you loud and clear.

... Wearing your work well, too.

[Voice]

[timelysteward]

Yes - bedding is over there - yes, please, we've tried to make you as comfortable as possible. Please, if you have missing relatives, tell me who they are and I'll make sure we check our lists --

[Huff. Huff.]

Captain Cogsworth of the Wonderduck, alive and still kicking.

[Voice] 1/2

[collegedropout]

[Oh god, yeah, there's a talking clock on the fleet.]

voice.

[edwinjarvis]

Edwin Jarvis of the SS Tourist -- letting everyone know I'm currently aboard the Lyukian station, to keep any concern at bay. I'm alive and well while I help sort supplies.

voice.

[mucked]

What do you need?

[ stern and stiff. she's in a mood. ]

Voice.

[throwsdown]

[Takeshi's voice is solemn, anxious.]

This is Takeshi, from the Goldstone. I'm tired, but I'm... doing okay. Mr. Mon-El and Miss Zelda are still in a coma -- and I - I can't find Mr. Okita anywhere.

[He clears his throat.]

Has anyone heard from him? I gotta find him.