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driftfleet2017-09-22 06:33 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-22 06:33 pm
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Open/Mingle - Roll Call.
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?
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?
24hrs later - Voice | Action to Khadgar
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
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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We had some last minute, ah, magical...difficulties that we had to solve on the fly.
[There's a long pause.]
I need so much coffee right now.
Akshun
What kind of magical difficulties are we talking?
Re: Akshun
[The pause is long and sobering and when she finds her words again, her voice is incredibly worn and a little muffled as she buries herself into the blankets a little more.]
We almost lost the teleport entirely with our last trip.
Voice
Should we be checking on the teleporters? Making sure they're back to efficient shape?
[Sounds like they were kind of strained, unless she means a different means of teleporting.
He wouldn't be surprised.]
Voice
For the most part, we're okay.
Voice
The worst is done; should slow down from here now that the immediate danger's passed.
[See hypocrite: Sam Winchester, who is going to tucker himself out with work.]
Voice
[Her laugh is soft.]
Well, I'm not sure I can offer a promise on that. I'm sure you know what a ridiculous thing that'd be. Almost everyone parked on these ships are likely to be terrible patients with little in the way of patience. I'll do what I can, though.
[Merlan's voice turns mock stern. She may not be in his head but he seems the type along with the rest of them just going by his advice.]
And you, hm? Try not to make your own life poorer for your own efforts. Don't think I won't track you down and haul you back to your quarters for actual sleep in a real bed.
[Maybe she'd suck at it right now but screw it. She'd give it a try.]
Voice
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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.]
Voice
Besides, I'd be all for having extra pillows.
Voice
[Merlan's gonna haggle like she's in a market.]
If you want pillows, I can totally arrange that.
[Theiving pillows to throw at Sam seems like an adequate use of her time.]
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I think so.
[Everything aches, right down to his bones. He can't remember ever being this tired. Not even after dealing with Medivh and the demon.]
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[Because she damn well will make herself move if he needs something. He sounds terrible and all she can think of to do is very gently tuck herself around him like a shield. If he needed anything, she'd make it happen, but her own head ached and it felt as if she'd been dipped in ice.
Even her nose was cold. She buried that against his shoulder as if it would help.]
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No. I should get up. [However much he'd like to just sleep through an entire day. Light, it makes him miss Azeroth, he never pushed him this far back home. He probably also wouldn't have been able to help as much there though. Or so Khadgar tells himself.]
We should find something to eat after all that. Real food.
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[Merlan take a moment to push the painful throbbing to the back of her mind.]
Define 'real food' on a spaceship that serves glops of protein.
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A few of the crews buy real food on stops. We should have a few things left, maybe more. I haven't watched what everyone was buying before this whole... thing, got started.
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Are you sure you want to move so quickly?
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Not really but I'm going to have to get up sooner or later. Might as well be now.
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[She leans a little into him and lets out a soft sigh. Speaking of pain,
she's pretty sure her entire body isn't quite on the side of functioning just yet.]
Stay?
[Her head tilts a little.]
There's no fire to put out and it's nice and warm here. We can rest a little more, mm?
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I guess resting a bit more can't hurt.
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Mmmhn. [Merlan manages to work her head beneath his chin, too, snuggling in as if this was now her spot.] Need it, anyway. You more than me.
[She wasn't going to deny the fact that she could have lost him if she hadn't pulled that spell off to keep him with her. If it hadn't worked... She shivered at the thought. That was not a good way to die for anyone. Ever.]
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I'm sure I'll be alright. I just can't cast for a couple days. [Not that he's moving or making any effort, any real effort, to argue about moving about.]
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Khadgar, you had me worried there for a while.
[She pauses for a long moment and the tip of her nose finds his chin as she sort of tries to peer at him.]
We make a good team.
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