Who: Everyone!
What: The final day. Moonfall. Twenty-Four hours remain. How do you spend it?
When: The 30th, all day
Where: Anywhere
Summary: The last day. The end has come. The moon is coming down and piercing the barrier. Nothing can stop it.
Rating: It will vary.
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Let the world around us fall apart / baby we can make it if we're heart to heart )
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A glass of whiskey.
Or so, apparently, is the philosophy of one Stephen Maturin. His Journal is near him, but his journal is in front of him. His curious system-- a mix of several languages further coded-- is out in full force as he writes the notes he's made about the whole situation.
Useless, perhaps, but it makes him feel better to analyse everything from a scientific perspective. Not that there's much science to all this.
Finally, the man sighs, abandoning his work to take another drink of his whiskey.]
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she hasn't yet noticed stephen's presence. ]
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But.
He said nothing, never rising, but eyes watching the bar at the point where she'd crouched down.]
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a nod. and then a little, cocky salute. ]
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After running around, crying and trying to figure out what she could possibly do and where she could hide, she finally gives up and just goes back to Community Building 3 to find somewhere to stay in there. Eventually, she'll just return to her apartment there. Looks like we're just all going to die huh.]
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M-Minato...? [That's... pretty much all she can manage to say right now.]
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[...and all of this on his amusingly appropriate mun-chosen birthday. Figures that has to be the day everyone meets their end.]
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I tried, too, when I had full power earlier. Nothing happened, but it was a good outlet while it lasted.
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Not enough saliva.
As a sinking sense of hopelessness sits in the pit of his stomach like a block of lead, he finds himself blinking sharply to will away the sudden prickling sting of his eyes. Desperately, angrily, he sets his jaw, his fists clenching and unclenching.
He wasn't going to be that little red-eyed kid again, hurrying stumblingly from the schoolyard with his shirt askew and blood dripping down his nose, laughter chasing him all the way home. Running running running, always running.
I ain't a coward ( ... )
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But everyone else was helping. A lot of people were using their own power to try to slow or stop the moon, and he'd be damned if he won't help.
He stares up for a while, a worried frown etched on his face. He won't deny that he's scared: the moon was impossibly close now, and that face was staring down at all of them... That awful face that seemed more like a cringe than anything. The ground shakes beneath him, and it's as he nearly loses his balance that he realizes he should start now.
If he can't destroy it, then maybe he can move it, or at least make it slow to a stop while everyone else beats it back. After all, he was able to do so with the crust of his own world ( ... )
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Nephry might have passed right by building two if she hadn't felt like it would be a good idea to look up at it. It, and the moon's leering face. She shudders, shaking her head and catching moving light out of the corner of her eye.
Someone was up there. She squints, trying to make out the figure...and it might just be someone she recognizes.
It takes her only a minute or two to run into the building and up to the roof. She's out of breath when she makes it that far, but there's no time for that, is there? Especially once she confirms the identity of that source of light.]
Luke!
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He forces his eyes open and looks up again, stretching his fingers slightly in an effort to stop their shaking.]
Nephry, get out of here!
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[If she didn't know about what could happen to him, she might not be so desperate to stop him now.]
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