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driftfleet2015-04-05 07:32 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-05 07:32 pm
Entry tags:
- !atroma,
- !event,
- aang,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- belthazar spellscry,
- chris halliwell,
- cullen rutherford,
- duke pantarei,
- fenris,
- garrett hawke,
- hiro hamada,
- jennifer keller,
- krista kingsley,
- ladon ceto,
- lea (axel),
- lloyd irving,
- mattias larnaca,
- megaman.exe,
- nelkeila tarid,
- o'danya mitnu,
- robin redbreast,
- shirley fennes,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- varric tethras,
- vash the stampede,
- zelos wilder (bad end),
- zhas
Alert! Alert!
[bright and early one Sunday morning, proximity alarms begin to blare. could it be another set of disorienting malfunctions?
no... this one is for real. the Drift Fleet is under attack!
any ship with a scanning array will pick up a small swarm of ships--roughly the same caliber as the ships in your fleet--swooping in fast from distant space. any pilot, engineer, or communications officer who remembers those strange blips in the radar over the last several months can confirm that this is that very same group that's been following them. this time, they're not leaving room for negotiations, and they will not respond to any hailing or threats. they are on a mission.
within minutes, weapons are live, and the fleet is fired upon. suddenly, the casual drifting of the fleet turns into something much more real, and much more dangerous.
do you follow your augment's call and run to your station? do you flee your responsibilities? do you wish you could help and can't? are the captains leading or floundering, and are their crews even listening?
for a few terrifying moments, the fleet will be hammered, and Atroma is silent. you are all on your own, dear passengers. your little ships are not prepared for this, you have not been trained--and your enemies have no such trouble. a few ships are even shot down, forced to make crash-landings on nearby stations.
things look grim as the terribly-outmatched little fleet fights to defend itself... until the attacking fleet suddenly turns and bolts back into the darkness without warning.
maybe the attack was a warning. maybe they were just testing you. maybe something frightened them off.
whatever the reason, you are all left beaten and confused, without explanation at all.]
ooc post → here
this is a little event to kick off April! and it is essentially a glorified themed mingle, so there is no rush to reply to this immediately. the outcomes of the ships have been predetermined, based on the augments of the crews. all of that information and more (including info for people on hiatus and who wish to opt-out) can be found on the ooc post as well.
flourish or buckle under the pressure, help or hinder, and most importantly-- have fun!
no... this one is for real. the Drift Fleet is under attack!
any ship with a scanning array will pick up a small swarm of ships--roughly the same caliber as the ships in your fleet--swooping in fast from distant space. any pilot, engineer, or communications officer who remembers those strange blips in the radar over the last several months can confirm that this is that very same group that's been following them. this time, they're not leaving room for negotiations, and they will not respond to any hailing or threats. they are on a mission.
within minutes, weapons are live, and the fleet is fired upon. suddenly, the casual drifting of the fleet turns into something much more real, and much more dangerous.
do you follow your augment's call and run to your station? do you flee your responsibilities? do you wish you could help and can't? are the captains leading or floundering, and are their crews even listening?
for a few terrifying moments, the fleet will be hammered, and Atroma is silent. you are all on your own, dear passengers. your little ships are not prepared for this, you have not been trained--and your enemies have no such trouble. a few ships are even shot down, forced to make crash-landings on nearby stations.
things look grim as the terribly-outmatched little fleet fights to defend itself... until the attacking fleet suddenly turns and bolts back into the darkness without warning.
maybe the attack was a warning. maybe they were just testing you. maybe something frightened them off.
whatever the reason, you are all left beaten and confused, without explanation at all.]
ooc post → here
this is a little event to kick off April! and it is essentially a glorified themed mingle, so there is no rush to reply to this immediately. the outcomes of the ships have been predetermined, based on the augments of the crews. all of that information and more (including info for people on hiatus and who wish to opt-out) can be found on the ooc post as well.
flourish or buckle under the pressure, help or hinder, and most importantly-- have fun!
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Okay. I can do it. Let me just...
[she tries to get into the space, but she's just a little too big... she can wedge one arm in, but not the other. and it smells terrible in here. fumes, and all.]
Hey, Hiro--do me a favor and go into another room for like, two minutes.
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[let him just squeeeeze out and back out of the room.]
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[with him gone, she quickly... squeezes into the tiny space. pops her shoulders out of their sockets, slithers on in there like the creepy Sluagh she is. she can see the leak, and a quick Heather Balm spell patches it up so that it's good as new!
she slithers back out again, puts all of her bones back where they should be... and walks back out to find Hiro.]
Okay! I got it.
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[that was fast.
[excuse him while he runs in to squeeeeeze in enough to look]
... Whoa. You did.
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Yeah, I had to, uh, use my creepy bone trick. Which I can't actually show non-magical people, because it's so impossible that they get struck with hardcore mortal terror. Or something.
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