Corban looks back to "his group," at their now barely visible forms, and then at the darkened house behind them. He goes back up to the group and stands next to Sofia. "We'll be okay, Sofia." He tries to put all the confidence he can into the words, even if he doesn't know how true or false they are. "The city is probably working on the issue right as we speak."
(I think we stopped there)
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(I think it was @10yson 's post that was last:)
"And every other plane around the world that was flying moments ago…" Brandon thought aloud. Unable to move, he watched as his new friends rushed to help others. He tried to calculate the amount of death that just occurred. It was too overwhelming. Like the Black Plague just hit in an instant, a sizable fraction of the population dead.
(Oh maybe. I don't think I saw that one)
(I'll take your word for it. Don't we need the others to start up again though?)
//I’m here :)
(Wheee)
//I haven't seen them, but this is the only rp I have with them, so my info probly isn't the most reliable in this case… :P
( So we'll assume just us or…?)
//probably… they’ve had several weeks to respond at this point, so….
(Okey then. Resume where we were?)
//works for me
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(That works for me as well. I've reposted the last two updates here.)
Corban, breathless as he runs up to the girls, says. "I'm here." Not two seconds later the plan makes impact.
Metal screeches upon pavement as it grazes the road and several houses.
There is no explosion. No power is the explanation Corban's mind gives him as he numbly watches with his mouth open wide the settling crash.
Everyone's dead. Corban has always hated it when his own mind annoyingly states the obvious.
(By @10yson )
"And every other plane around the world that was flying moments ago…" Brandon thought aloud. Unable to move, he watched as his new friends rushed to help others. He tried to calculate the amount of death that just occurred. It was too overwhelming. Like the Black Plague just hit in an instant, a sizable fraction of the population dead.
On an inhale, Charlotte said, "Let's not think about this for now." She was trying to stay calm despite the immense sadness blossoming inside her. Hundreds upon hundreds of lives, gone in an instant. It wasn't supposed to be possible. "Mental shutdowns will only make this worse," she added quietly, choking back tears. "We need to think in terms survivors. How to help." She turned her back to the crash site and looked around at the crowded street.
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For a moment Corban almost panics. Even Charlotte's calm front doesn't settle his mind and he almost loses it. But in the light of the crash blaze he sees the fear he feels frozen on everyone else's face. Maybe we'll all lose it together.
He takes in a shaky breath and nods. "I wonder if any law enforcement is able to do anything."
A single tear managed to escape Charlotte's hold and slowly trickled down her face, disappearing into her skin.
"I would say they won't be able to get anywhere for a while," she guessed quietly. "Maybe we should all head towards the city? Towards people?"
“And towards taller buildings that will have a greater impact radius if— or when— they fall,” Victoria whispered, twisting her hands nervously. “Maybe… if we can find a large house? Or… a warehouse?”
Charlotte nodded slowly. "Okay, but we will need reinforcements soon." She looked around at the surrounding crowd. "We've got two and a half neighbourhoods to handle and we can't do it alone."
“I could try and find a big enough place,” Victoria volunteered, raising her hand a little. “And then… I dunno…. you, Charlotte, or maybe Corban, could go and see if any of the neighborhood people have influence, then they could help lead.”
Charlotte took a step back, shaking her head. "I'm not a people person, so I'd advise against sending me."
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Corban nods. "I can go. But whether you find a place to gather or not, we'll still need a rendezvous point." He holds up his black-screened phone. "These won't be any help in communication."
Victoria sighed. “We could meet behind the front desk of the lobby of the apartment we were all in. I doubt anyone’s still there, in the lobby, I mean.”
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Corban bites his lip but nods again. Really, he'd just like it if the lights all turned on again, or, maybe if this were all just a dream…. "Got it. I'm heading out then." A few men from the crowd move to go with him and help. Corban nods gratefully to them and the small group moves out.
(Sorry everyone, I'm deleting Notebook now :/ way too busy to check all the time. Peter Duende, you're in charge, have fun y'all)
//oh
oh no
Are we still going to keep going?
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[I see no reason why we can't continue. :) If you guys are game with keeping this going, I'm in.]
"Okay," Charlotte sighed, turning to Victoria. "What now? We need to find a way to handle them all before panic breaks out. You may think this is bad, but wait til you're in the middle of a rioting mob."
She ran a hand through her disheveled mousy hair, breathing quickly. Trying to find a solution, she started pacing in front of Victoria.
(Hello! Do you need more characters? I didn't really read the book (too long ago rip) but I can just follow along I guess? If yes, I'll go and fill out the template :0 )
I can just be someone who like bumps into one of you while you guys are evading the plane thing-
(Up to @"Peter Duende " who's in charge, but I think someone else would be great)
(Alright! I'll wait for a response :D )
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(Hey, join in @Yoaisami ! I'll tell peeps about the waves before they occur so you guys know what you need to.
If you're just now tuning in:
The first wave has just occurred, but no one has any idea what is going on. The aliens have set off an EMP worldwide, so all electrical tech is useless for the present. A plane has crashed near the house where we were all at. No survivors. The main characters are splitting up to help/find help, while some mains and others are going to find a place to assemble.)
