Damsel in distress. Sort of. [Open]
Characters: Erika and whoever else in Melior wants to show up.
Content: Erika's voice post caught some attention, and now there's a rescue party coming for her and everyone else who ended up at ground-zero of the giant spider fiasco.
Setting: .... Next to the giant metal spider.
Time: Shortly after the Silvana's bombardment. Specifically, after this voice post.
Warnings: Injured NPCs. Maybe some injured PCs too, if any of them tick Erika off too hard.
Sometimes life throws things your way that you don't expect. Like going out shopping for a difference engine one day and ending up pulling casualties out of the burning wreckage of a sudden giant spider attack and airship bombardment.
Erika was keeping herself busy looking for more people who needed help, but she was pretty sure she'd found everyone. Most everybody just had minor injuries, and the damage to the buildings wasn't all as bad as it looked. Still, she sure as hell wasn't going to leave until those guys from the Navy showed up.
She sat down on a pile of rubble and opened up her new journal (which was already showing a bit a wear from being dropped to the ground in haste a few times) to check if there were any more messages from her "dashing rescuers".
Well, at least one thing was for sure. Kimiko was right about these things being handy for keeping in touch with people.
Content: Erika's voice post caught some attention, and now there's a rescue party coming for her and everyone else who ended up at ground-zero of the giant spider fiasco.
Setting: .... Next to the giant metal spider.
Time: Shortly after the Silvana's bombardment. Specifically, after this voice post.
Warnings: Injured NPCs. Maybe some injured PCs too, if any of them tick Erika off too hard.
Sometimes life throws things your way that you don't expect. Like going out shopping for a difference engine one day and ending up pulling casualties out of the burning wreckage of a sudden giant spider attack and airship bombardment.
Erika was keeping herself busy looking for more people who needed help, but she was pretty sure she'd found everyone. Most everybody just had minor injuries, and the damage to the buildings wasn't all as bad as it looked. Still, she sure as hell wasn't going to leave until those guys from the Navy showed up.
She sat down on a pile of rubble and opened up her new journal (which was already showing a bit a wear from being dropped to the ground in haste a few times) to check if there were any more messages from her "dashing rescuers".
Well, at least one thing was for sure. Kimiko was right about these things being handy for keeping in touch with people.