[Voice, locked to residents] --EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--

[malnosso]

[At 2:15AM, the journals suddenly blare out an alarm, followed by this message.]

EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. This is an emergency.

The following occupants of the Luceti enclosure must report to the teleporters in twenty minutes. You are required as reinforcements in Region 13. Bring all necessary armaments with you. You will be teleported directly into combat.

Anyone who fails to comply will be forcibly escorted to the teleporters by droids.

This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes.

[The message repeats twice more, the alarm continuing until the twenty minutes has elapsed. No questions will be answered.]

Comments

[wildbluevagner]

You have a good track record. I'll give you that much. [He plays at mulling it over. He's trying to make sure he doesn't slip in anything that hits him. He'd much rather live in this moment of levity for as long as possible; he's not even sure how much longer they have left until they have to leave at this point.] Still, smiles must be a lot better when they're not mixed with worries.

[frost_jewel]

They are. Still...this stretch of calm was too good to be true, wasn't it?

[wildbluevagner]

I guess it was. [Reality starts to drag him down, but he holds a soft look on his face.] At least we'll have something calm to think back to, whenever things get crazy.

[frost_jewel]

[Mia can't help but smile again and shake her head.]

You really don't worry about anything.

[wildbluevagner]

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

It's only because I don't have to do homework here! ...Or maybe I just find it a lot harder to worry, when I'm around friends.