public broadcast - 1st warning
[Some time earlier that day, anyone in the city could have heard it: the sound of war. Gunfire riddled the air no matter where one had been standing, even if it had been in the bottomless pit of the Nameless Districts. Many of the citizens fled for shelter, others clenched fists around their own weapons but all ears were on the shouting, all eyes went to the smoke that fled the sky, and none settled until the event died out.
The gray across the sky filters itself, and that lovely shade of blue falls back down.
The citizens go back to what life they've salvaged, what they still fight to do despite the illness, the struggles they hold against once another, but what of the arrivals? The new faces that wander the streets still have little idea of what to do; some speak of the dream, others reject this plea for help and seek a way out. Regardless, they receive their own invitation in the form of a face upon the communication device. The feed plays no matter where a person is, no matter what they are trying to do.]
Is this-- ahh, there we go.
[ The man is unfamiliar to the strangers, but to citizens they fear, they raise, they resent and they speak not of him. Turning toward the device, he holds it in one hand while the other writes upon some form.]
Interesting, it works just like the old models. Alright. [He moves to settle himself.] I don't know what kind of strategy this is but to those who can see the message I'm broadcasting? Welcome to Icarus, but don't settle your feet.
We know you're here, so don't think you can hide. The illness will get you if I don't, but if neither of that happens, then consider yourself lucky. [He pauses, the smile evident upon his face.] Now that we've gotten that settled, I'm Chance. Anyone there on the other side willing to talk and explain?
. . .
I didn't think so.
[That smile flashes across his face and the feed shuts off.]
[ooc; Riddick had an encounter in the Rich District - long story short, there was this encounter and that led to the government finding him which escalated into a mini fight where he wound up leaving his communicator. This lovely man here picked it up. Feel free to talk to him, or just respond in general; you're welcome to tag others with your own character's response. This is something of an attempt to get some plotting around, engage everyone and such. Whoo. o/
Also, Ruo. Riddick's device'll show up back in the same place he woke up a week from now. Sorry for pulling this one a bit earlier. Riddick can still comment, just.. it's gotta be an action tag.]
The gray across the sky filters itself, and that lovely shade of blue falls back down.
The citizens go back to what life they've salvaged, what they still fight to do despite the illness, the struggles they hold against once another, but what of the arrivals? The new faces that wander the streets still have little idea of what to do; some speak of the dream, others reject this plea for help and seek a way out. Regardless, they receive their own invitation in the form of a face upon the communication device. The feed plays no matter where a person is, no matter what they are trying to do.]
Is this-- ahh, there we go.
[ The man is unfamiliar to the strangers, but to citizens they fear, they raise, they resent and they speak not of him. Turning toward the device, he holds it in one hand while the other writes upon some form.]
Interesting, it works just like the old models. Alright. [He moves to settle himself.] I don't know what kind of strategy this is but to those who can see the message I'm broadcasting? Welcome to Icarus, but don't settle your feet.
We know you're here, so don't think you can hide. The illness will get you if I don't, but if neither of that happens, then consider yourself lucky. [He pauses, the smile evident upon his face.] Now that we've gotten that settled, I'm Chance. Anyone there on the other side willing to talk and explain?
. . .
I didn't think so.
[That smile flashes across his face and the feed shuts off.]
[ooc; Riddick had an encounter in the Rich District - long story short, there was this encounter and that led to the government finding him which escalated into a mini fight where he wound up leaving his communicator. This lovely man here picked it up. Feel free to talk to him, or just respond in general; you're welcome to tag others with your own character's response. This is something of an attempt to get some plotting around, engage everyone and such. Whoo. o/
Also, Ruo. Riddick's device'll show up back in the same place he woke up a week from now. Sorry for pulling this one a bit earlier. Riddick can still comment, just.. it's gotta be an action tag.]