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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?

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[Great, super, because if you're a person with two arms and leverage Ibin could indeed use your help! He was just outside the building when the spaceship came crashing down, and you wouldn't be surprised at all to learn how relatively little trick bandages do when you try to use them to deflect debris. He has various scrapes, but more worryingly, his left arm is limp and hanging, bandages trailing out of his sleeves, in a way that does not look especially pleasant.]

Over here, please! I-- nnng-- I have a dislocated shoulder and I'll need a bit of help popping it back in.

[ Ella's eyes go wide as she runs towards him. That doesn't look nice at all. ]

Okay, don't move, and if it feels weird, just roll with it.

[ And then Ella does absolutely nothing. Well, she focuses, a slight frown crossing her face, her eyes set on a point beyond his shoulder. Then her right hand bolts out and she grabs the dislocated shoulder. A moment later the bones move, the muscles adapt and not only the shoulder, but all the injuries he had just got basically close in a second.

Ella sighs and relaxes, retreating her hand. ]

Okay, I think I got everything. Did I get everything?

[GOOD GRIEF. Ibin will mostly look gobsmacked as he tries to work through all of his VERY MANY FEELINGS about this. Delight, he doesn't have to painfully pop his shoulder back into place! RAGING JEALOUSY how does this woman just get to magically heal him with a touch! AND HOLY SHIT HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK. OH WAIT, THIS IS THE MIDDLE OF AN EMERGENCY, THERE IS NO TIME FOR HIS STUPID FEELS. After a second, he'll settle for being all business, and trying with moderate success to act grateful.]

W-wow. [He gingerly rotates the arm and touches a definitely-not-cut-up-anymore cheek.] Yeah, I think you did. That's, uh, incredible! Thank you! You're not-- of course you're not hurt, what am I thinking-- unless-- err, you can heal yourself too, right? [For all his ridiculousness and barely-banked jealousy, his concern is honest.]

Actually I'm not sure if I can heal myself. [ Ella shrugs, clear discomfort covering her face for a moment. She has never needed it, and the one time she did get hurt she was basically unable to do much beyond feel like crap. ]

But uh, that's not really an issue. I don't get hurt. [ She looks around. ] This would be a pretty great time to make a run for it.

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the power of God and you use it to pop your shoulder back in, Ibin, wtg

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