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driftfleet2017-09-22 06:33 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-22 06:33 pm
Entry tags:
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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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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Sorry about that. I would have rather made sure you were safe though. [For a few reasons.
He glances down, touches his forehead to hers.]
We really do.
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[She bites her bottom lip a little and leans into the forehead touch.]
I'd rather see you safe, which I guess was the other side of that spell, mn? It fit like it was made to do exactly what it did [Merlan absently cups his cheek and brushes her thumb against his cheekbone.] - keep both of us safe and the teleport stable.
[Her eyes seem to brighten.]
If we can do that without really thinking...
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If we can do that without thinking, it shows our magic is a lot more compatible than we initially thought. [He smiles, leaning his face a little further into her touch.]
Magic can be very intuitive, it knows our intentions.
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I suppose it does, at that. I'm so glad it is compatible. You never really know what fits into the equation until you try it. I suppose, given that we're dealing with formative, foundational, magic from our respective universes, that is enough to connect the two. While language is essentially the transposition of will into instruction--
Huh.
[She kissed his nose delightedly.]
Khadgar! We don't need words.
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My magic doesn't really need words so maybe that trait mixed with both of ours? [It was a habit he still fell back on from his earliest days as an apprentice.]
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[Merlan looks pleased.]
Well, there's our first piece to investigate. [She hmms more and pushes at his hair a little.] Thank you, Khadgar. Very much.
[Okay, maybe a little more nudge.]
It's easy to decide it's all ritual based and not look further.