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

[mucked]

Yes. Well. [ AHEM. ] Thanks to that book, I done went and pistol-whipped Steve in the face the night he woke up from his coma.

[collegedropout]

[.............................

He puts his hand over his mouth, totally to look appalled.

And not to hide a surprised smile.]

You -- don't say. Wow. Um. I, uh, I didn't know he had so much in common with creepy clowns.

[mucked]

[ don't! you! dare! ]

He startled me when he came into the room. It was late, I was asleep -- I can't be held accountable for how I choose to dispatch an unknown individual slinking through my quarters.

[collegedropout]

[He's so guilty about being this tickled. How mean on poor Steve's behalf...

But it's just. A funny visual.]

And I mean, he could've been a killer clown.

[mucked]

You don't know the half of it. [ ... ] Should have seen his bloody USO show.

[collegedropout]

[He grins, giving pause in the cargo bay.

Despite how absolutely fucked up this day's been... This feels at least a little normal.

Any distraction helps. Hopefully her, most of all.]

Why should I see it when I've got you to tell me about it in detail?

[mucked]

Now, that wouldn't be mannerly of me. Describing -- in detail -- something like that. [ peggy shrugs. ]

But the whole thing was uploaded to the network two years ago. If you're curious.

[collegedropout]

... Boy, it's tempting, but... I think I'll cut him some slack.

I know what it's like to have media floating around about you, anyway.

[mucked]

Don't. [ cut him some slack. ] I think he actually enjoyed that terrible spectacle. Some days.

[collegedropout]

Hey, you know we've all got to find our simple joys somewhere, right?

That includes you, agent.