audio; un: ade37

[landing_lights]

[ Since he’s arrived, Ade has done his best to maintain a low profile. Even knowing that c’nataat isn’t why he’s been brought here, he’d still figured it was best to limit interactions with the rest of the crew for the time being. Now, with reassurances that the symbiote’s contagious potential has been heavily curtailed in this universe, he’s feeling a bit better about reaching out.

Which is convenient because even just shortly after touchdown on Ciraiwei… there’s a lot to discuss. ]

First things first: My name’s Ade. I’m another new arrival, so sorry in advance if I’m not totally familiar with how things work here.

I think the same question must be on a lot of people’s minds, so I thought I might as well be the one to bite the bullet:

Are we going to tell the Hivawei about the asteroid?

[ There really isn’t a delicate way to put it. The question hangs in the air for a terrible moment before Ade forces himself to continue. ] I think we should. I know there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it but… they should get the chance to make preparations. Say goodbye. You know? [ Ade drags a hand through his hair, grimacing. ] I know it would make things a lot more chaotic, but just taking what we need and then leaving them to it without even a word of warning… It doesn’t sit right with me.

[ There’s a longer pause here. It’s a heavy topic and, as convicted as Ade feels that telling the Hiwavei would be the right thing to do, he can still think of just as compelling reasons to do the opposite. He doesn’t want to act as if his word is law or as he isn’t willing to hear others’ perspectives.

…Unfortunately, there’s also a second part of his message—one that Ade feels like a right tit for bringing up after the discussion of the incoming planetary apocalypse. ]

Also, uh… sorry if I’m going about this the wrong way—I know we all have much, much bigger things to deal with, but…I was assigned a personal task.

[ He winces. They need to do these things to harness the power of the orbs, right? He tells himself that this will bring him one step closer to saving millions of lives in his own universe. He still feels like an ass, though. ]

I need three people to skip breakfast for a day. Just a day. If you’d like, I can make it up to you by making you breakfast another time. I’ll even bring it to your room if you’d like. I’m not a world-class chef or anything, but I should be able to make something simple: pancakes, french toast, that kind of thing.

[ (He’s being humble; this is a man that taught himself to bake and made a cake with frosting on an alien planet. And it was vegan.) ]

So, uh… If anyone’s willing to help with that, just let me know. Like I said, I just need three volunteers.

Thanks.

Audio | UN: d.johnson

[morethan084]

[CW: vague drug mention]

[It’s late into the evening when Daisy’s voice carries over the network.]

What if this asteroid isn’t an asteroid, but another orb? I know it sounds crazy, but crazier things have happened.

[Is she coming down from a high? Maybe. But she’s had weirder theories stone cold sober.]

video; un: rita.farr — aka rescue mission proposal

[farr]

[ rita farr never really knows when too much is too much. for all that the group had insisted against this self-proclaimed status of being heroes, it hasn't fully detered her away from the idea that they could still try to be — not for titles or glory, but — for the sheer fact that there are people that may depend on them.

and when viveca announces their latest mission, with only twenty minutes to spare, the announcement that the planet's residents may very well be meeting their doom in ten days has her swiftly pulling up a set of binders to take with her hastily on their transport.

it's the next day, after they've spent the night amongst the hivawei's celebration that rita makes her appearance on the network again, this time without the giddy whimsical air of before, but rather a determined, motivated one as she's shown opening the binders in front of her, neatly organized mission notes, most that she hand scribbled on her own from her network readings, that she begins flipping the pages through as she speaks. ]

Okay, everyone, we've used up a night already and we only have nine days left. Which means putting on your thinking caps immediately if we want to save this community.

[ because, yes, she's still maintaining that sense of hope despite viveca's insistence of being "too late". they have to at least try, don't they? ]

Now, I've through all the mission notes from before, trying to see if there's something that we can use. Bear with me, I'm just throwing out ideas—

On Giva, when Sedorum was being destroyed, I read about how portals were used to transport the people there to safety. I know the range needs to be much longer than that, probably, but instead of transporting to, say, another planet that's too far, we can build some sort of craft for them to board. We have all kinds of inventors here to make something, right?

[ maybe? she presses her lips tight together, flipping some more pages. ]

I've also learned that when science fails, we can consider ... magic. Maybe a way of bringing people's powers together to craft some kind of shield or—

[ that one's especially a long shot. but her stops at a page, finger pointed to a name as she looks up again. ]

That wizard man — Remi. He gave us a letter on Xrisora and he told us to burn it if we ever needed his help. As long as we had that necklace or earring with us. Maybe this is a time as any to call in the favor.

[ she seems tense, curling her fingers tight against her palm, trying to keep herself from shaking. ]

Look, whatever it is we do, we should talk about ideas. We have nine days. Some of us can seek out the orb. The rest of us .... the rest of us should try to save these people. At least try.