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

Akshun

[therewerefifty]

[Not necessarily. Makie didn't last minute it like Vash-- but as far as the mun is aware, he is indeed safe.]

If the world was less advanced, it wouldn't have been possible to save as many as you did.

[...that's encouraging, Makie. She's quiet a moment, and then speaks again. Soft murmur.]

I'm... trying to think of a way I can help now. But I'm not good at this sort of thing.

Akshun

[collegedropout]

[Sam shakes his head.]

Just having you around is help. You know, you actually have a pretty calming presence.

[He gives her a little smile. He knows she's pretty capable of lopping his head off in 0.5 seconds, but, you know. Sam rolls with some pretty intense people sometimes. Like Cas. Cas, for all his power as an angel, has always been pretty soothing a personality to have around.]

Akshun

[therewerefifty]

[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.]

Akshun

[collegedropout]

[N-not that kind of comfort. But if he blushes faintly, he ain't mentioning it.]

I can tell you for sure -- anything you play would be great right about now.

Akshun

[therewerefifty]

For you? [If she notices the blush, she sure ain't mentioning it either.]

Or for the people of that planet?

Akshun

[collegedropout]

Them, me -- both, if you'd like.

And, um. Regardless. I like hearing you play.

Akshun

[therewerefifty]

[She's quiet for a long moment after that. He might think he's offended her, but Sam's probably familiar enough with her withdrawn silences by now.

Then she straightens the shamisen in her lap and bends her head, hair falling forward. And plays.

It's not... going to be a nice song, Sam. It's a dirge for the fallen.]

Akshun

[collegedropout]

[It's okay. Songs that aren't nice are still good, you know. Sam's never been one to keep a happy song on replay -- there's a time and place, and pain thorough music just seems like a good example of humanity. Right? He leans back and listens quietly, an observant guest who appreciates every note.

The people who're gone, they deserve the contemplation and ache.]