(open) crash into me

[whatsupcroc]

Date & Time: Mid-afternoon Sunday, May 5th
Location: The Hold and Housing Complex
Characters: All who wish to be in the vicinity!
Summary: The Initiative asked for the Housing Complex to be evacuated starting early morning on 5/5, in preparation for the expected landing of the spaceship stolen from the United Earth. The landing goes horribly wrong when an undiscovered bomb detonates onboard the ship, causing partial engine failure. The ship proceeds to be crash landed into the Housing Complex; no lives, however, are lost.

Warnings: Spaceship crash landings it's all horrible!
Notes: Respond in action tags or prose, as you please!

The ship breaks cloud-cover as a spot of light in the dreary skies, leaving behind the beauty of sunlight above the broken cloud layer as it continues to descend. With the Initiative having instigated an evacuation of the area ahead of time, just in case, those watching in the light drizzle may find it an interesting sight to behold.

Doubtlessly, the United Earth, from its great distance, may have also found it interesting.

The first sign of something going wrong is an explosion visible from the ground. People who hear it might startle; the ship itself goes from a smooth, controlled flight path to one wobbly and filled with dark, flaming smoke. The whine of its remaining engine is slower to reach the ground, though the ship itself seems to pick up a spiraling speed, still controlled to those familiar with watching things that fly come crashing down to the ground.

The Initiative members on the ground are calling for people to get back and take cover. Inside the main Hold, one man at the transport pads hears his radio blast to life and swallows past his own fear, glancing at the active pad waiting to pull in another unlucky soul.

When the ship hits the Housing Complex, it demolishes the upper levels, though the force with which it hits doesn't seem to be the same as what it should be. Combined telekinetic buffering and excellent piloting from a former Guardian of the Universe Galaxy keeps damage to a catastrophic minimum.

Welcome to the fallout. What will you do from here?

Comments

[eyecontact]

[it's not long before hands settle on her shoulder, gently shaking her, trying to see if she's conscious or not. second rule of first aid, after all. too bad Jericho can't speak and ask!]

[forks]

[This is just another rehash of a script that's played out a thousand times.

A thousand embarrassing times.

When she feels a hand on her shoulder, any hope that her little tumble might have gone unnoticed goes up in smoke, forever lost. She turns toward him, but almost immediately drops her gaze.]

I'm okay.

[eyecontact]

[whew, she's conscious! that's one less worry. but still – concussions, lacerations, broken things? these are all still real concerns, and while Jericho gets first aid, he's no medic!

his face is still heavily knit with concern as he glances her over, eventually looking back up to scan her face for injury before making eye contact.

okay? really? are you sure?]

[forks]

[Oh no, not eye contact. Anything but eye contact. That has a way of making her feel more mortified than she already is!

So, in an attempt to stave off the inevitable blush, she'll go for the self-deprecation approach. She tries for something like a quiet laugh, but it falls just as flat as she did a few short minutes ago.]

I kind of... do this a lot.

[eyecontact]

[his head tilts and he blinks. do what? get caught in explosions? that's weird, but...hey, he can't judge, can he?

anytime else this'd be where Jericho could attempt to break the ice with something in exchange, but.

he gives her shoulder another pat before getting to his feet, offering his hand, his expression shifting from concern to a more attentive urgency. things are coming down from the building and that ship – if she doesn't want to get beat up by more debris, it's time to move!]