[text/action - a very brief network post]

[lovesthepain]

A quick note to the security team: would you all mind coming to the office for a meeting? Now, more than ever, I feel we need to discuss and plan for what's going on.

[Never mind that Harpuia isn't even on the security staff and acting like he's in charge of the whole thing. Acting like he's in charge is kind of just what Harpuia does.]

Anyone who has any information that may be of use or feels they can be of service is welcome to attend, as well. We're in no position to turn down anything that could help us prepare for what's to come.


[Indeed, Harpuia is already waiting in the security office, looking over a map of the area he picked up from an FDC tourist center then immediately covered in notes and circles.]

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[fightingfeffers]

Lemme take a guess on what this is about.

[Fefnir points up at the sky as he heads into the office- it's hard to ignore how much bigger the moon is getting, after all.]

Can't help but feel like I'm seeing something out of the history files. Only, I'm pretty sure the moon is a lot bigger than any colonies we used to have up there.

[lovesthepain]

...You understand why I'm worried, Fefnir, don't you? We were built years after the Eurasia Incident, and the world was still barely inhabitable outside of Neo Arcadia.

[A little quieter, a little more anxiously than bossyboots Composed And In Charge Harpuia likes to sound:]

If something much bigger than that strikes... even if we weren't located right at the impact point, even if we found a way to survive the crash...

[fightingfeffers]

There'd be nothing left, and no way for any living thing to survive. Yeah, I get the idea.

[Fefnir grits his teeth, growling a little bit.]

Any plans to actually stop that thing up there?

[lovesthepain]

I hate to say it, but...

[In fact, he can't bring himself to say it: no. Plans are his whole entire job, and he's got nothing. He gives his head a sharp shake, not quite ready to admit it.]

I've tried everything I can to see if the locations we recovered the mask bear any significance, but as far as I can tell... they don't seem to mean anything. Nor does anything seem to happen when the masks are near each other. I'm positive we found them for a reason, but that reason still escapes me.

[fightingfeffers]

[Fefnir had been hoping Harpuia had something, even if in this case, he doubted it. When Harpuia doesn't have a plan, things might as well be a lost cause, in Fefnir's experience.]

So we just have to sit here and wait to die, then?!

[Fefnir doesn't respond well to having a problem he can't do anything about- he's been burning with pent-up energy for days now that he can't put towards anything- other than punching an occasional hole in a wall, but that's hardly useful.]

[lovesthepain]

We couldn't call ourselves Guardians if we didn't find a way to protect the people here.

[Which is easy to say, but the reality of it...]

I'll... I'll think of something, Fefnir. In the meantime, at least... consider what we can do for the humans here and now.

[fightingfeffers]

Yeah... Yeah, I guess I'll try.

[Even if he's very unsure about what he can actually do. Fefnir isn't used to doing much for humans that doesn't involve firepower in some way.]