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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?
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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?
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or a fellow soldier. ]
I'm fine. Unscathed. Others obviously are not so fortunate.
[ she's far from fine in her heart. but that's not the question, is it? he'd asked whether she was okay. by most measurements, she was. ]
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[He thins his lips. Peggy's a tough as nails type, but...
She's kind of like Dean in some regards; he doubts she's taking this too well, even if she's good at moving forward and keeping professional. Who the hell would take the death of a planet and potentially crewmates well? Nobody with a damn heart.]
You need any distractions? I was going to visit their station and work on tallying up crewmates and getting things in working order. Especially their gardens.
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I've got two hands and a willingness to help.
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Meet you at the Starstruck, and we can go from there?
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[It's half-hearted but still hearted nonetheless.
He arrives at the Starstruck, already feeling a since of... emptiness in the place. There are usually more people wandering around here, isn't there? Maybe Wilson's helping with damage control. And Steve had chimed in injured... and two crewmates are missing...?
... Shit, you really got hit hard, Peggy.
He comes to the door and knocks softly.]
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[ if it seems as though they've backslid on that front, then it's only so that peggy can appropriately distinguish the two sams in conversation. she means it with as much affection as she might use for his proper name. but once he's inside, he'll find her tidying away a vanity desk that is half papers and half cosmetics. it's the papers she's focused on just now, tying them together with a leather string and setting them in a drawer.
the room itself is considerably larger than any previous time he's visited her. and...is that a pair of walk-in closets? ]
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[As in, he's always nervous to encroach on anyone's space, when it's not just him and his brother and a small motel room, or the bunker -- it's always been Dean, and usually there's no real way to intrude. They've both really found a good groove with having their own rooms, at least -- even if Sam is a late bloomer in making a place 'his own'. Took him years to even start making it "Sam's room" and not a secondary working and sleep station.
Looking at Peggy's, he's fond to see there's some life in it.
... And the size of it, for him, calls to attention she's moved in with a certain someone.
As Takei himself would say: Oh my.]
You know, I need to... really clean up, myself.
It's one of those "I know where everything is, it all just looks awful" situations.
[PAPERS. Papers everywhere.]
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[ she puts on a brave smile. it doesn't reach her eyes. ]
You learn very early on how to keep your cot very tidy. And if you don't, you'll learn almost as early on to regret it.
[ and there are two ex-military sorts living in this room. although steve's portions might be just as neat, they at least boast more in them: more books, more treasures, more sketchpads. squared away and clean, yes, but still more.
peggy reaches for her leather coat -- the one jim barnes gave her for christmas two years ago -- and meets sam by the doorway. ]
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I've got you partly covered, since my old man was a marine and a hunter. It's not a great package for a dad, so I had a lot of fun living with him. Always a fight, with him and me -- and my brother trying to get me to listen to him.
... But hey, I'm still great at hospital corners and shooting a crossbow.
[Those are not mutually exclusive things, obviously.]
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But then, I was always the puny new kid, so I had a lot to prove every other month.
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['You were VIP in outlasting the switch I bet.']
I'd always wanted to run off to a boarding school when I was younger, but I'm usually the teacher's pet, so I think I'd have been passably charming. [snrk] As it turns out, you can't just run off to boarding schools.
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As it turns out. [ peg walks with him. ] Don't tell me you tried, Sam. Good Lord, I don't know for whom I'd feel worse.
[ the kid or the school. ]
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[He shakes his head, hands on his hips.]
I was kind of a frustrating hunter's kid.
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[ go on. ask. ]
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Who, me?
[... I mean, he won't deny it, but he thought he'd been pretty good lately.]
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[He almost flusters on behalf of her, at the awfulness of his deed.]
Was it not a good way to pass the time?
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[look at this teasing smirk, look at it]
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I mean, I wouldn't know too much about it, I've never read it.
[:')]
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