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brooklyn_boy

Who: Steve and you!

Broadcast: Video, yes: Fleetwide

Action: SS Bishop
When: Yesterday, after arrival

( At least this time he wasn't frozen... )

tough_love

Who: This fighty princess
Broadcast: Video
Action: S.S. Bishop for interested parties
When: Earlier today (morning)

[Looma not being terribly social wasn't news in itself- if anything, many people probably considered her keeping to her own affairs to be a good thing- but what might have raised a few eyebrows was her ship. Over the past few weeks, the S.S. Bishop had been steadily been adding new weapon emplacements one after the other, until it was just bristling with weaponry. Everything from point-defense weapons to a variety of heavier artillery pieces. Several of which might look familiar to anyone who'd been involved in any of the fighting back in the Lato’li system a year ago.

Though there was certainly a more unfamiliar addition, in the form of a much larger cannon mounted to the underside of the hull. And while that single turreted cannon wasn't enough to turn the ship into a proper warship ~~or let the captain glass a planet~~, it definitely looked as though the ship was turning into something far more capable of holding its own in a scrap.]

I require assistance. The Bishop has recently completed a large-scale refit, and I would like to conduct a series of tests on the new weapons systems. And for that, I require a pilot.

[She's making that request with her usual enthusiasm, which of course means none at all. And if anyone thought that meant she'd been pressured into asking for assistance from someone else, well, they'd be right. And any lingering doubts an outside observer might have had would likely be cleared up by her continued grumbling.]

To be clear these tests do not require a pilot, but it has been stressed that there might be concerns if I began test-firing everything while in such close proximity to the rest of the fleet. To say nothing of the settlements below.

So, see it as performing a kindness for everyone else. Because I will conduct these tests before we leave the system, one way or another. I will not allow this ship to leave before first ensuring this project was completed to my satisfaction.

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Video
Action: I guess? She'll be on the Iskaulit
When: [Backdated] 9/17

[She's been keeping to herself for a while, but evidently the princess is finished with that at this point. And with trying to blow up the Marsiva (probably). Though since Looma's not the most social creature even at the best of times, this particular update still has a bit of an impersonal feel to it.]

I have taken possession of the forge aboard the Iskaulit. It will function the same as before- payment is not necessary, but I expect some effort to assist in gathering the necessary materials from anyone who wishes to have something made.

[Considering there's still some tiny part of her still optimistic that its previous owner will show up out of the blue, she's still reluctant to actually claim ownership. Though, speaking of the previous owner...]

I was fortunate to learn enough from Sokka to get by, but I am well aware I lack comparable experience as a weaponsmith. Even more so should someone require something made not intended for battle.

So consider this a request for an assistant. As this is a service to the rest of the fleet rather than a business, you won't be paid. But you may use the forge for any personal projects at your leisure.

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind and anyone actually willing to involve themselves in this mess
Broadcast: Not...really? Depending on who it is, she might answer her comm at least.
Action: Oh yes. The S.S. Bishop, and later aboard the Iskaulit.
When: About five minutes after this conversation, and for a few days afterward.

( Tetramands have five stages of grief and one of them is Revenge )

( [Action] Iskaulit] )

bryces_pup

Who: Riona and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Blue Fish, if wanted
When: Today

[Riona has had to make some difficult network posts in her time here. And it's not the first time she's announced a departure. But this one weighs the heaviest on her, in some ways even more so than when Leliana left, or when the Starks departed. Because this does not affect just her, but so many others. Not to mention the position it's now left her in.

She had her cry, curled up in the empty captain's room. Her room, now. It doesn't feel right. This shouldn't be hers, but such are the rules, and such is Atroma's whim. For all the blows they've delivered against her, this is one of the worst by far. But she keeps her face composed and her body still, even as her hands tremble in her lap, fingers wound tightly together as she stares at the camera.]

Good evening, fleet. This is Riona speaking. Perhaps some of you may have already noticed, but... Sokka has gone home. His quarters are empty, and his name has been struck from the communication list. My sudden promotion to captain this morning solidified it. [The title still feels funny on her tongue. It's like she's an imposter. But she'd give anything to give the title back, if she could.] I haven't made it a habit to announce every departure I know of, but he was here for so long and knew so many... it didn't seem right not to say anything. He was one of the, if not the longest standing captain. He'd been here since very early on in this "cycle". He's been a constant presence and a good friend to many, myself included, and the fleet is lesser without him. Though I am glad he was finally able to return home after so long.

[There's so much more she could say: how much she would miss him, the matter of the items and forge he left behind, the usual ranting about how awful Atroma is... but frankly she's exhausted, and she needs to address the Blue Fish's crew, so she ends the public broadcast with:] Thank you for listening.

( Your fearful trip is done (private message to the Blue Fish crew) )

onlyanapple

Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Malum
When: Right now

[Hey, it's everyone's favourite demon. Or...at least a demon that some people have a positive opinion on. Same difference. Queen's Another One Bites The Dust plays in the background as he gives the camera a grin.]

So. While we all sit here, waiting for whatever fresh bullshit Atroma drops on us next, I thought we might have a little bit of fun, that we haven't done in a while. Lets have ourselves a little game of Never Have I Ever. It'll get you to know one another and let me in on your secrets, because I have to get my kicks somewhere. The idea is, you give a statement, if that statement is true for anyone, they don't take a drink, if it isn't, then they drink.

Basically, the less messed up your life is, the more wasted you're probably going to get.

You can do it over video, or you can come and drink at the bar. If you're underage and believe in rules, you can have slushies. You can have it in blue flavour or blue flavour. I'll even start. [AHEM] Never Have I Ever stolen a car.

[He takes a drink from the wine glass that's suddenly appeared in front of him. Was it always there?]

See? Easy.

[[ooc: Feel free to threadjack one another here, it's a free-for all!]]

keythatconnects

Who: Sora
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bishop
When: After the Shuffle

Hello everyone. I'm Sora. [He pauses for a moment, as he has to shove aside the urge to introduce Goofy and Donald too. They aren't here with him. He's in this by himself for now. At least there are good people here too.]

I just arrived. I was assigned to the Bishop's security team. Which, uh, I don't think they need a ton of help in that area... [I mean, have you seen the person in charge of Bishop's security?]

But I still want to make sure I do my best to help my crew! The, uh, chip in my head [He talks about it like he still isn't sure what it is or what it does or if he should be worried about it] gives me the basics I need, but any pointers you have to share would be awesome.

Any tips to survive out here in general too. Let me hear them!

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Video
Action: Ooooh definitely, though only for those already aboard the Bishop. Because it's only a matter of time before Looma's new friend goes exploring to wreak havoc everywhere else.
When: Mid-Afternoon 7/13

[For once Looma's making a broadcast where she doesn't seem to be causing any trouble. That's probably a welcome to relief to somebody out there, right? No, if anything, she seems to be in a pretty laid back mood, albeit a little winded. She's taken a seat in the cargo hold, propped up against the hull, with a four-lensed mask from the planet sitting down on a table next to her.]

I do not encourage any journeys far into the unknown, at least not until someone can do something about this mist... but there are curious spoils to claim. Things that should not be here.

[And just to emphasize that point, there's a commotion and a clatter from off camera, though Looma doesn't appear too concerned with it. She turns her head to check on it, but at least it doesn't appear to be any cause for alarm. But then there's a strange...bleating, trilling sort of sound. It's surely coming from a living creature of some sort, since there is a faint raspiness to it, but...well, it sounds like a very small engine trying to turnover on a low battery mixed with some sort of squeaky, high-pitched attempt at a roar.]

Like creatures from home.

[And since whatever it is seems determined to continue making a tiny racket, Looma turns the camera around to show just what sort of tiny terror is rampaging around the cargo hold. And it's unmistakably something from her homeworld. Or, a much smaller, much younger version of it. The horns are much smaller and clearly new, resembling bony lumps more than anything else, and the armored frills on its head still have plenty of growing to do as well. All told it's barely any larger than a six month old piglet, though it's definitely bulkier.

And more temperamental. It doesn't seem to notice it's being filmed and lets out a few more tiny roars, bouncing its front legs off the deck in its best effort to be intimidating. All before half-charging, half-hopping at some salvage on the deck to smash its head into it and show it what for! And, well, subsequently stumble back a bit and try to shake off the dizziness that results. It deserves points for effort, at least.]

I am aware it is human custom to give names to your creature companions. But it is also not something I have experience with- I am open to suggestions.

[And frankly, she'd been in the mist long enough that even with proper protection, she'd come out of it pretty badly fatigued, so it's not like she planned on going anywhere for a while. She'd need something to pass the time, why not see how others deal with encountering a little slice of home?]

thespaceopera

[It's been a while since your lovely hosts have graced the airwaves with their presence, but here they are. Carmen and Chase smile in turn with flawless teeth and an impeccable arch of their eyebrows. Carmen seems incredibly tickled-- excited, even. Her normally dulcet voice is brimming with anticipation, and her aquamarine eyes gleam in a way that is not altogether friendly.]

Good evening, dear Fleet! I hope you had a pleasant journey through that asteroid belt... or at least an unremarkable one. We wouldn't want your poor ships to get all banged up again.

[Chase cuts in with the brisk timing of a reporter, far too rehearsed to be natural.] And a big warm welcome to all the new faces. Please don’t hesitate to inform us if there is something we can do to make your stay a comfortable one.

Of course. Now, let's talk about summer. It’s the highlight of the year, at least for some. Because summer only happens once a year, and to commemorate how wonderful you've all been as guests, we're giving everyone a gift basket. While it's not an all-expenses-paid resort, we do hope you'll find a suitable place to kick back, relax, and enjoy yourselves.

Everyone will find their gift underneath their beds. If you're sleeping on someone else's ship-- oh my-- you'll want to make sure to fetch it before someone else does! I do hope you enjoy them.

[The gift baskets, which are wrapped in a cute pink ribbon, contain: this or that style of sunglasses, an extremely flimsy white beach towel, and a cloth sunglasses case.]

Now that we have your attention~ Summer is a party, but what's a party without games? One of my favorites is a little thing called kiss, marry, cliff. Essentially, someone gives you three names of people you know, and then you decide what you’d do to each person. I find it says a lot about your likes and dislikes.

Because I’m curious, here are some people who’ve caught my attention as of late: Castiel, Daryl Dixon, Shinji Ikari.

Tell me, dear Fleet: which ones would you kiss, marry, or toss off a cliff?

[Carmen ends the feed with a cold giggle.]

[ooc: What’s this? A distraction tactic, obviously! The Hosts are trying to draw attention away from the new planet for some reason…? Huh, wonder what that’s about. Feel free to respond to the F/M/K game and start your own threads below, if you’d like-- you may even get a response!]

postocular

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now

(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at

skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]

ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. ~~THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?~~

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

tiedonastring

Who: Armitage Hux and you
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the H.S. Marsiva or SS.Bishop
When: Upon arrival and after the shuffle.

A: Aboard the H.S.Marsiva
While dealing with droids was nothing new, he did find it strange the the main ship had no humanoid staff onboard. Everything seemed reliant on droids and computers. Hux did note that it was very sterile. It was clear that this was only meant to be a temporary station. He knew that many wouldn't take kindly to lack of personal to greet them and answer their many questions. It didn't bother him.

Not wanting to really interact with the few guests that were there with him, he turned to stare out the windows. He stood in military stance as if he were standing in front of his own view port. He still wore his uniform and great coat, the only thing he had from home. The stars were so different here. None of the constellations he recognized were there. He idly wondered where they were. Were they just wandering aimlessly through the galaxy collecting people for entertainment? Or was there an goal? How did this even start?

He hated waiting to be assigned to his new post. He also hated the fact that he would no longer be a general or that this wasn't a military setting. He only hoped his new job would keep him occupied.

B: Aboard the S.S. Bishop

Upon arrival to his new station, Hux made it his job to understand the ship's layout. While he was no longer a general or was with the First Order, he proceeded to wear his uniform and great coat. It was the only thing he had from home and he worked hard to earn that uniform and title. He wasn't about to give it up.

He easily noted it was nothing like his old ship the Finalizer. However, it wasn't horrible. It was well outfitted with everything necessary. A very basic ship. Yet...it didn't have his tea. Hux would have to place a complaint about this and see if they could even acquire it. He had to substitute his daily in take of tea their version of caff. It made him, more irritable then normal. There were a few other minor complaints...but those he felt were minor and he could adjust to them. It was the growing pains of having to readjust to a lesser rank. He continued to prowl around the ship taking account of everything that he could see and had access to.

Hux then made his way to the engine room where he set to work. He wanted to find the files and records of what had been done and what needed to be done.

C: Wild Card

Your choice of where you would like to run into Hux. It can be on either ship or another location entirely.

lacyprincess

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Yeah, sure, I guess
Action: The Fleet and the Yadrolla System
When: 4/29 - 6/8

[Hey, hey, look, we have a new system! Let's go compete in stuff and root for sportsball teams! System info is here!

~~GO WAVES!~~]

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Anyone aboard the Bishop, the Iskaulit later on
When: 4/23 through 4/27

( Nicer, quieter, but definitely still Looma )

skaterbrain

Who: Beat and all y'all
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Marsiva, SS Bishop
When: 3/23 and 3/24

( Action: Marsiva - BOOM BOOM BOOM )

Broadcast: Marsiva 3/23
[Despite being a teenager, he's from a time before smartphones and fancy cameras built into tablets. So when he starts up the communication device, he's mad that it's taken him this long to figure it out, and it shows.]

UGH FINALLY.

[He holds the device out at arm's length like he's about to take a selfie.]

Name's Beat. Who do I gotta punch t'get back home, huh? I got stuff I gotta do that ain't here in space.

( Action: SS Bishop - WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP )

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Video
Action: n/a
When: Now!

[Looma...hasn't exactly been feeling this new planet. Fresh food and supplies out in the open, with not a soul in sight to stop them? And they seem to be replenished every day, no matter how much is taken? Something smells foul.

Which is why she's bothering with this broadcast. Or, well, part of the reason. She's not entirely sure why she feels compelled to warn anyone, just that it's an annoying compulsion that just won't go away.]

I am well aware many of you have found what this planet has to offer. I would strongly advise against spending any more time on the surface than necessary. And I would especially caution against lowering your guard or consuming any food you may find here.

[There's an obviously uncomfortable glance away from the camera, before she brings herself to continue.]

Just know that if I wished to set a trap to draw my enemies into the open so that I might annihilate them all, this would be the easiest option. I have no intention of doing so, but that is hardly comforting.

This world feels like a trap. And I would advise you all to be cautious. Nothing of value is ever offered freely.

[There. She's warned the lot of you. She is still not completely certain why- some misguided sense of solidarity, maybe- only that she felt compelled to speak up. Whether or not anyone actually heeds that warning is outside of her control.]

universal_charm

Who: Kirk and The Fine People of the Fleet
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit, Specifically at the Melting Pot - Note: After the Broadcast
When: After they start heading away from the system

Video
_{[ Kirk appears on the screen, and probably like many people he looks tired and a bit beaten up. Scratches not yet healed on his face, one even covered with a bandage on his cheek, that sort of drawn look around his eyes after all the sleepless nights and the battles and general horridness. A little to pale, perhaps.

Even so, he gives as warm a smile as he can as he begins to speak. ]}

For those of you who might not know, I come from a world called Earth - or at least, one of the versions represented here. On my world, in the country I hail from, we celebrate something known as Thanksgiving roughly around this time of year if I've done my calculations correct. Some people call it Friendsgiving, but it's all the same really.

Essentially, it's a time to a give thanks for the good things in your life, your friends, and your family. In the spirit of that, I've arranged for a gathering at the Melting Pot - a thank you to Jarvis for that. Everyone who wishes to come is welcome.

I just thought we all could use a day, a place, to be together and to just enjoy each other. So I hope to see you there.

Action: The Melting Pot
_{[ The restaurant is set up to allow as much mingling as possible when people arrive - places to sit, of course, but there's gentle music playing for those who might want to dance and just to give some atmosphere (but not loud enough to stop conversation at all). Food and drink is laid out - things to nibble on rather than the usual feasts associated with a Thanksgiving. Not particularly ideal, but it's what could be managed. Unless, of course, anyone decided to bring something else to add to the spread.

Not a fancy party, to be sure, but it's warm and inviting, which is what Kirk had hoped for. A place for them all to come together and enjoy each other and just be glad they were all there and if not quite completely whole, then, well, able to be there. ]}

_{[ooc: Open mingle! Feel free to create your own starters and do as you like - tis a warm Friendsgiving party for the Fleet! ]}

tough_love

Who: Princess Looma and YOU!
Broadcast: Video!
Action: Anyone who comes by to help
When: Midday on the 18th!

[If Looma looks to be in a foul mood, it's because she is. She's also largely disregarding every piece of medical advice she's been given since the battle- sorry John- and is not only doing the exact opposite of bed rest, but she's apparently also decided that just not leaving her injuries bandaged up is way more convenient than having to change all those bandages. So forgive her for sulking in her captain's chair, which happened to be one of the rare few things on the Bishop's bridge that wasn't smashed all to hell from the crash or the missile barrage that preceded it.]

I have been in worse situations, but that does not diminish just how disastrous this planetary incursion was.

[To put it mildly. Even she was worse for wear. Thick hide or no, she does sort of look like she'd gone through a blender, though most of those cuts from the Vieziri's weapons covering her arms were shallow and mostly harmless. The burned and blackened skin covering the left side of her face and neck, well, that's another matter. Also a pretty good indicator of just why both her left eyes were hidden behind a piece of cloth draping down from under her battered helm.]

There are two things I must address. The first is that my ship is still in need of extensive repair. While we remain airtight- mostly- the Bishop will not be fully operational again for some time. Any assistance would be most welcome.

[That part, she didn't expect anyone to have an issue with. This next part...]

The second is that I have a proposal. I am aware the various captains meet on occasion to discuss matters that involve the entire fleet. As soon as you are all able, I would like to call another. I have a proposal best discussed there.

thespaceopera

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Lato'li's orbit and also planetside.
When: Forward dated to 11/15.

[The Interceptor Fleet moves into position, waiting for the last few shield generators to fall. And in the early hours of the 15th, they do. The shield dissolves with a blip as if it was never there, leaving the man-eaters as prone as their prey. The Interceptors send out a transmission-- an unholy mix of Cockney and Australian that graces every available communicator-- if they answer it.]

We’re firin’! Do yer worst, Vieziri! We’re gonna kick yer sorry arses so hard you’ll kiss the moons!

[Five Interceptor ships swoop out of the dark and unload their various weaponry onto the Vieziri warships. At the same time, people stranded on the planet below ready the anti-aircraft guns onto their makers. And of course there is the Fleet itself, battered and yet beautiful across the velvet sky, as they fire everything they have.

Now the Vieziri start moving. Though the big red ship can’t do much maneuvering, the rest of the Vieziri warships certainly can. They fire back at the Interceptors and whoever else fires at them, willing to defend their leader and lose their lives in the process.

Luckily, the Interceptors have their own daring ships, which may look familiar to those who were here for the raider attack. One is emblazoned with racing stripes and flames all along the hull, and it moves so fast it nearly enters hyperspace. It’s there and gone in a flash, weaving past the enemy in crazy thrillseeking loops. Still another Interceptor ship is painted red and orange with a gold plate near the front, which reads BAMF with no explanation. This one has guns aplenty and easily weathers any duel it gets into. The third Interceptor ship is beautiful gold and black, sleek as hell and engineered with sense; this one packs the most gadgets and formidable guns of all calibers, and appears to do the most damage. Trailing behind is a much smaller ship, so nondescript it almost doesn’t stand out at all-- that is, until it forms a barrier to absorb some oncoming fire and reflect it back at the Vieziri.

There’s one ship that’s missing, though-- the one that was blown up several months ago after the heist. In its place is a small black ship that runs invisible to radar, sweeping past with silent speed as it lets loose a barrage of photon missiles onto the Vieziri flagship.

Down below, the Vieziri come out in full force-- one last stand before the warlord falls, trying to finish their fell rituals. Some of them rush the encampments, some go for the cities. Near the restored comms tower, a cloaked figure with a plain white mask fights their way through the onslaught using a plasma blade and a laser rifle.

After an hours-long siege, the big warship finally takes too much fire and breaks apart, lighting up the sky with falling shards like stars. The biggest debris burns up in orbit, but little pieces still rain down. It signals the end as the Vieziri begin to retreat both on ground and in the air. The loss of their leadership leaves them scattered and panicked.

The Fleet has won the day, but as the sun rises again over the wreckage, there is still plenty of work to be done.]

[ooc: Feel free to assume the Interceptors are helping your ships! The gold and black ship can be hailed and will give responses, as she’s been the main point of contact during this plot. You can also run into Zhade, though tags will be slow for both accounting for RL things. Please mark Zhade or Interceptors in the header of your toplevel if you’d like NPC interaction.

Any questions should be asked on the plot post for phase two.]

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind all of you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days

( ACTION )

thespaceopera

[ On the night of the 16th, the feeling of tension and horrid anticipation comes to a head. Everything stops when the sun goes down-- even the ever-present music in the hoppingest part of the city center. One by one, everyone turns their eyes to the skies. The young and old alike pour out of their houses, some in bare feet, and they point to the velvety blanket of stars.

It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.

A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.

An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.

Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.

The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]

[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]

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