driftfleet | Open/Mingle

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?

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Honestly? No. But we didn't have quite the manpower and time to be on the same pages for a while there; I think now that the rush is over and we're out of harm's way, we're developing more of a system.

[He considers her offer, though.]

There were definitely people there on the Lyukian station in need of more medical aid; I'm sure you can imagine, a whole civilization rushing into pods and ships... they were having plenty of medical issues. They have their own doctors, too, but they're limited still on nursing aid.

... It's much worse, honestly.

If you need any help over there with anything, let me know; I'll be heading over to help with agriculture, after I get a few hours of sleep. Make sure you do the same, too, or you'll end up being the one getting aid.

Hey, I plan to have at least four hours. That's a sleep jamboree for a hunter.

You have a very good point.

[Barry won't discount that.]

Let us know what the final count is?

[Because Barry might pass out again for a bit and recoup a little more.]

Good, because I need distraction, too before I go nuts. I've already slept four hours; imagine how well-rested I am now.

Meet you at the Starstruck, and we can go from there?

You've already got the short version. No supernatural, or at least... not much. The Asgardians are kind of on the line, but believe me when I say I try not to think about that too much.

Yeah. Crap.

I mean... that's my fear. The Atroma usually have something left to work with, right? There's just - nothing. I can only hope their technology they have to pull us here can also pull together... fuck, I don't know. Molecules? I've seen God do it, but, you know. He's God.

Yeah, I can imagine... I don't really know how sentient the planet was at the end, but. I'm sure it appreciates what you're doing for its own, too.

You did. Try to get a good night's rest. Or... day's.

It's hard to tell in space.

... True enough. We don't need any fingers laying around the hallways.

But it's true -- honestly, you tend to see some of the bests sides of people in a crisis.

Currently, help with transport.

[He's worried for Miss Carter. He's worried for a lot of people. Miss Looma is gone, for one thing... and others are potentially gone. He doesn't want to mention something she already knows, though; it's hard enough as is.]

I've been sacrificing the bistro's food supply for the meanwhile, until they're back on their feet. It's not much, but we've all been living quite well before The Melting Pot, so we'll do without until the next waystation or planet.

I would appreciate that, Mr. Kirkland. I'm afraid you'll be a bit out of work at The Melting Pot until we restock at the next station we find; I've been divvying supplies to the Lyukian people, in case they run low before their gardening system is ready.

Sam.

Make it six or I'm going to hunt you down and chuck pillows at you.

[She'd make it happen, somehow, even if she stole every pillow on the ship and maybe another one besides.]

Well, yeah. He doesn't count because He isn't here- or if He is, He's not showing his face.

[Crowley doesn't expect any help from Daddy Dearest, in all honesty. ]

I don't know. Atroma can pull us from home- from whatever other world we were inhabiting between that. Maybe they really can just piece us together from nothing. Only time will tell.

[He was so used to it being the norm in Paradisa, the thought of it not being the case here is almost alien to him. ]

Yeah, I was going to go over there and lend a hand later. Bring whatever medical supplies I think we can spare, if that's alright with you and Nami.

[And maybe try to get some of the more run-down Fleeters to take a break while he's at it.]

[She dun believe you, Sam. She knows how gloomy most people find her. But she smiles anyway, a reflexive empty sort of thing, gaze dropping to her shamisen. She's avoiding her ship at the moment.]

I've been trained much of my life to bring comfort. [Whether through music or... well, prostitution.] This is too vast for me. It feels any song I might play would be cheap.

[Seriously. How does one sing a dirge for an entire planet.]

What a coincidence I too am also moping at your desk with a whiskey glass or is it my desk I always get those confused

I like bringing meaning to the masses.

Oh who knows - I have to check in with my ship first. Make sure that everyone got back.

. . . . . . . . hot toddies??

[You know what's better than both of those, though? No one being dead. What's that even like.]

I will both let you know AND sleep
Rest well and maybe I will see you on the station

A valuable service.

I will let you go since we are both very busy people, but I hope to speak with you again when there are no disasters to recover from or traumatized civilians to assist.

What, don't have those in the future?

I didn't find anyone like me there, so I couldn't tell you.

Still, there's people. I'm glad to see so many people helping.

I think I'll manage. We're all a little busy right now anyway.

Once I get my group somewhat settled, I'll come around.

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