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

Re: [Voice]

[timelysteward]

Messiere, I am a worthless pilot, engineer, and as a warrior I ... am not sure how I would do. However? As an organizer of large people? I am Captain.

[Voice]

[collegedropout]

Hey man, everyone's got their place in this. You keep up the fantastic work.

Are they cooperating pretty well?

Re: [Voice]

[timelysteward]

They are people, messiere, so they are behaving like it. Some are rising above and some are becoming sneak thieves. I am handling that with a good old fashioned slap to the literal wrist. They're lucky this isn't France - their fingers would be hacked off.

[Voice]

[collegedropout]

... 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.

Re: [Voice]

[timelysteward]

I should say not! There's already a very nice corpse man walking around and I am worried enough about him losing his bits and bobs.

[A pause, and a sigh.] Yes, and I hope I see more of them, truth be told.

[Voice]

[collegedropout]

..................

A corpse man?

Re: [Voice]

[timelysteward]

He's ... well he looks mostly dead? Except he walks and talks so not completely dead

[Voice]

[collegedropout]

... Uhh... If he starts trying... to chew on anyone, let me know?

Re: [Voice]

[timelysteward]

.... I do not think we will get to that state, sir!

[At least he hoped not.]

[Voice]

[collegedropout]

I really hope not. Keep an eye out anyway.

... At least he probably won't chew on you...

Re: [Voice]

[timelysteward]

...Oh very well.

[Sputter.]

SIR! Honestly! .... dead people do not chew on clocks let us not be ridiculous.

[Says the ... man-clock.]

[Voice]

[collegedropout]

There's a first for everything.

I'm Sam, by the way. If anything comes up, let me know; I don't mind throwing around my weight.

Re: [Voice]

[timelysteward]

We live in a world of .... strange firsts, I must say.

And I, am Cogsworth.