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Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now

(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at

skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]

ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. ~~THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?~~

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

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A. With foot

[Manji isn't concerned at first when the place goes into lock down. There didn't seem to be that much of an emergency to him. Then he notices that some of the people on this station appear to be eating other people trapped on this station. Ahhhh. That'd be why.

For a guy with only one arm he fights remarkably well with the sword he purchased at the last planet. He swings away with deadly aim. Wasting no time going for the vitals on group of men terrorizing another group.]

Are you alright?

[Too bad Manji didn't take their heads off as those zombies he just cut down start to get back up.] Heh! [He grins.] Are you immortal too? Now this is getting a bit more interesting. [He wonders if they're as immortal as he is. So he changes tactics and starts swinging for the heads. That seems to be working better.]

B. Closed to Makie

[At some point during the fighting Manji starts to get sloppy. It's a bad habit he's developed after being immortal so long. Not to mention these fights are a bit boring for his standards. He doesn't even notice a zombie that hasn't quite lost it's head yet. Even without it's lower limbs it drags itself close to Manji and sinks it's teeth into his ankle. Mmmhmm! Delicious leg!] OW!

C. Without Foot

[People may be use to seeing Manji among the fleet with only one arm. Only now he appears to also be running around with only one leg. This may be slowing the samurai down, but it's certainly not stopping him. His leg stub seems fully healed despite having only lost the limb a couple hours ago. He may spend a lot of the fighting now hugging the walls and counters or just hobbling on the stump directly, but he's not letting it stop him from continuing to fight.

Of course lost isn't exactly the right word. No. He has the leg tucked into his waist belt and occasionally gives it a bit of a poke. When he does it twitches back a bit like a zombie might move.] Aw, hell. Not ready yet.

D. Wild Card!

[Or create your own starter!]

[Manji was stuck in this position specifically because he was trying to avoid Katie. So he's not exactly thrilled to see her here, but he can see she's looking a bit tired and it's not like he wants her to actually come into any real harm. He doesn't dislike her that much. So he calls out when he first spots her.]

Hey! Aren't captains suppose to be on their ships? [Not that he's getting her attention to make sure she's alright or anything.]

-ear me!? [As soon as the lock down lifts there is a cry from a rather distressed sounding Vash over the communication device. He has been trying hard from the outside to get in, but it seems all his attempts failed.] Kitty! Can you hear me? Are you there?

[What the hell is going on!?]

Makie! [Do you hear that voice shouting at you over the communication device as soon as the lock down ends, Makie? It's your captain and he's been worried sick!] Are you there?! Are you alright?

"Both. An infection, if I had to guess."

[Flug pipes up meekly, only to realize Looma was addressing the Network and not himself. He is rather underwhelming to look at; pitted against someone of Looma's stature, said inadequacies are all the more apparent. He answers with his communicator anyway.]

"Technically necromancy is also an option, e-except that these look a little too, uh, 'fresh?'"

[ Looking down at him, Leilani realises that the boy in her arms is not as okay as she had hoped. The colour of his eye is different and the movement of his body is all wrong, and she feels dread settle in her. Swallowing, Leilani bows her head, touching hers to his. ]

I'm sorry. I came as fast as I could.

I wouldn't have pegged you for a whiskey kind of girl. [He's more of a bourbon kind of guy, but he's had some great whiskey in his life before his accident.] What's your favorite one?

[Small talk. It's easier to do than to talk about what has just happened. But with time, there'll be questions coming from Strange, though he doubts he'll have answers.

Solitude is something Strange is used to, but he's certainly not going to turn down the company:]

Straight over ice is fine with me. I think the time to be picky about booze has long passed. Lead the way?

[Stephen files for later the information about systems sometime having hard liquors to be stocked up on the ship. He's not really a heavy drinker anymore, but days like this one might justify having something to drink back in his bunk.]

Leilani curses quietly, under her breath.

Stepping around, she spins her staff in her hands, adjusting her weight. She should've learned more barrier spells from Solas; she had learned enough of his Rift magic from her trainer that she was good at it, but protection? She had always relied on him for that, but without him...

Her attention turns back to Aang and she hesitates, her eyes drinking him in. That's impressive, she can't deny it, and she's about to ask before he speaks up. She tenses, gripping her staff again.

"A friend of mine, Carl." And then - "How did you do that?"

[ For one moment, everything is still and quiet. As if the scent of her blood trapped under flesh gives him life, his grip turns vice-like as he surges forward to bite at her neck. ]

[To say that Stephen finds it unexpected to see a kid Takeshi's age whirl away a zombie is an understatement, but it does explain in part how a kid managed to become the captain of the ship he was assigned to. He's read the short medical file kept in the medical bay on the captain, but this is still surprising.

Once they are both in relative safety, Stephen nods once to Takeshi:]

You're welcome. Should you be safe on the Goldstone?

[He's not being patronizing, but simply states what he believes should be a captain's job: guard their ship and make sure he stays safe. Lest they want to end up with a someone like Loki as a new captain.]

[ Leilani lurches, immediately, shifting back and reaching to grab at his head, trying to tear him back. ]

Carl -!

[ Despite that, he continues to try and snap his jaws at that fleshy junction of her neck. He turns frantic, struggling in her grip, growling, animalistic, as he tries to pull out of her grip. It doesn't seem to matter if he's in any pain. ]

[ She cries out, leaning back and shoving at his body, shifting to scramble back. It seems as though he's grown in strength in a way she can't quite manage to deal with, her arms fumbling. ] Stop!

[ It's not a word he can understand anymore, that thirst rising. He's so close to food he can smell it, making him salivate. His legs work to try and push himself toward her, chomping madly on thin air hoping that it might eventually be on what he wants so badly. ]

[ Not a good world seems to be an understatement. ]

I'd like to see them try it.

[ The way Natasha is set on edge, he's not going to underestimate these things. Anything is dangerous in a large enough group. Punch first, questions later. ]

Only one way to find out, right? [ He glances at Natasha and stalks toward the zombie, left arm extended. It immediately tries to latch on and take a bite of the metal. ]

[ Softly, but with feeling: ] What the fuck?

[ It's not that she's surprised - Leilani knows what to expect - but she can't quite grab at her magic quickly enough. She fumbles a little as Carl presses forward, slipping back with the dirt and awkwardness of the metal waystation floor, bringing the boy down with her. ]

1.) FIRE, TO DESTROY ALL YOU'VE DONE [Action/ zombie torching]
[Flug could see why the undead appealed to most villains. They helped sow terror, they worked for free, and they imbibed that ever popular skull aesthetic, evil decorators couldn't seem to do without. Beyond that, however, clients never stopped to think about how easily they could lose control and how little it took to reach that position. Aside from being a generally stupid waste of resources, in the end, they were unprofitable and hard to manage. And right now they are in the way of his supply run.

That's what Flug keeps telling himself, as he welds several odds and ends together with the Red Fish soldering gun, before finally adding that too, to the cobbled together instrument of destruction. With his makeshift flamethrower firmly strapped to his back, the weapons technician torches every groaning body that shambles his way, as he makes his descent further inside, the machine parts rattling as they barely contain the explosive force he wields.

Just a quick trip. Get in, get what he needs, and get out. It's not like he is about to get held up saving people. This isn't bravery and it isn't kindness, it's merely a solution to a problem that happens to benefit him as much as anyone else. If someone happens to use his being there to burn some of their own problems away, well, who is he to argue? Flug does his best to suppress the cold pit of fear settling in his gut, but for now the adrenaline and this improv blowtorch are keeping him warm.]

2.) SEARCH AND DESTR--RESCUE? /[Action] Co-op!]
[Until the device starts to come apart.]

"Oh-- nononoyoucan'tbeserious!"

[Flug hisses beneath his breathe as the invention begins to sputter and cough out several plumes of smoke ~~just like his hopes and dreams~~. Altogether it's not so surprising, he threw this together so quickly and nothing in the lab was working right! It was like even the temperature he welded with had a different melting point than the one in his own Universe. Maybe he really did need to look into an augment upgrade. If he has the chance. He might actually die here.

The inventor swallows, gripping the faltering weapon tighter as the horde begin to take renewed interest in him. There should be enough juice to get out one more good blast, but the exit may as well be on the opposite end of a warehouse. It's only one long stretched of enclosed space, but unless he has some help clearing the path or an inhuman burst of speed, he won't be making it out of this one easily...]

[A big, thick length of pipe is way better than a half-splintered bench, and by the way he tosses the bits he's carrying aside and catches that pipe one-handed, pivoting to bring it to bear on the next undead skull that lumbers too close, sending out a spray of blood and bone as it connects with greater than human strength, he's probably fought with crazy odds like this before.

That seemed to be the last of them, at least for the moment, but there were more than just the two entrances to the atrium and it was only a matter of time.]

Let's move. The fewer doors to guard, the better.

[He motions with a shoulder toward the doorway near him, obviously planning to take up the rear, make the way for her.]

[There's no immediate answer. Natasha trusts him to have gotten the idea, and he has a solid weapon in his arm. She doesn't have the advantage of a whole limb that she can risk getting chewed on.

She focuses on taking out a pair of walkers, keeping out of reach, using kicks to keep them at a distance until she's in a position to finish them off.]

Zombies. They don't call them that, but they're zombies.

In the Beginning:

[The bar area was enough like most bars that Death felt quite at home. You don’t become his line of work without seeing the seemingly sturdy finding a quick end on the floor of a pub. As such, he’s sipping a bit of the old fruit juice and alcohol when the alarms start going. As the other patrons begin to shuffle out quickly, he takes time to leave money on the counter. Thus, he is alone when he first hears the undead lurching towards him. It’s a familiar, yet disturbing sound. Generally, his undead types tend to be quite lucid, but these are…different. Death gets up slowly from his chair and a small sweep of one arm reveals a sword sheathed at his waist. He places his hand on the hilt and announces a simple threat calmly to the hoard:]

STAND DOWN OR I WILL CUT YOU DOWN.

In the Middle Bit:

[Have you ever seen a robed skeleton fighting off zombies with a sword? It’s every bit as metal as it sounds and Death is displaying disturbingly accurate methodology in dispatching the legions of the undead. His sword has the slightest blue sheen about the blade as he swings it left ways and right. Limbs, including heads, are quickly littering the floor as the undead brutes try and find chewy bits to scratch and eat. Luckily for Death, he never had those bits in the first place, and thus is in the rare advantage of being immune to the undead. Have at thee zombies!]

Edited 2018-06-14 03:19 (UTC)

[Boy, you know tranquility can kill you. Mantis is currently clinging to every light fixture and elevated surface as he reevaluates the life choices that led him to this moment. He was hungry and needed to stretch his legs. He decided to relax at the waystation while getting said food. The dead began to march. Much as he tries, he can’t quite work out why he’s suddenly the victim of a horror movie instead of the lead role. The undead swipe and paw at him not unlike proverbial crabs in a barrel, but Mantis swiftly works to break the legs of whichever ones come close. He’s currently sitting on top of a wall fixture looking down at a small group of the undead reaching up at him from the floor. If he just keeps moving, he’ll be all right. Right?]

[Oh, Captain, he does so admire how vicious you are when the mood strikes and the bloodlust really starts to kick in. Mantis knows the sounds of Looma fighting from anywhere and does what he can to break several zombie limbs from the safety of the ceiling as he moves closer. A zombie's head suddenly explodes in front of Looma's face as Mantis comes into the scene. He smiles wickedly behind the mask and waves.]

Mind if I join in?

Chicago originally. [She smirks at him once he's safely solid all the way through the wall into a storage closet free of zombies. It's clear from the splashes of blood across her that she hasn't been playing it safe inside here the whole time.]

I was looking for places I could stash survivors where they might keep being survivors. [She doesn't mean Sam. She can't imagine a scenario where he's cool just hiding out in there while others are still out there unbitten and scared.]

[She passes him with quick touch of her fingers to his shoulder.]

Keep going.

[Planting herself between Takeshi and the oncoming hoard. Well, in a manner of speaking. She never stops moving, fingers already flicking her weapon up and out to scythe through the air. Look, they're steady and tenacious, but they're slow as hell. Allow her to get their attention off you by beheading two in her first attack.]

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