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Entry tags:
- aang,
- alucard emery,
- carl grimes,
- carol peletier,
- death,
- doctor stephen vincent strange,
- flug slys,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- katie mccoy,
- keith,
- looma red wind,
- maggie greene-rhee,
- manji,
- nami,
- natasha romanoff,
- otono-tachibana makie,
- pavel chekov,
- psycho mantis,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sam wilson (au),
- sam winchester,
- takeshi,
- tyrion lannister
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. ]
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
[ 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.
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. ]
leilani lavellan | ota (cw: gore/death/etc)
[ Leilani doesn't give a shit about the zombies. She doesn't care about any of the creatures as she moves through the waystation, her staff in one hand, a gun at her hip and a knife in her shoe. Nothing matters other than the fierce determination on her features, the flash of danger, the anger and the burn of rage that colours her features. She had landed, had gone to find her da'len, had emerged in the middle of a pit of shit and now she's mad.
She summons her magic to her hand - the real one, not the prosthetic - and feels her anger bubble. If she had the Anchor... But it doesn't matter.
Leilani moves through the waystation with a single-minded determination, slamming her Rift magic into the body of any zombie that gets close to her. She has no shoes, no armour, nothing that's particularly protective, but she has her determination and her magic. It doesn't matter how long it takes; she can survive this. She can push herself through and find Carl, she can bring him back, she can make sure he's safe -
She can't lose him. She can't. ]
B) OH, SHIT.
[ After finding Carl, Leilani is looking a little bit worse for wear. She's unsteady on her feet as she moves through the waystation, her teeth gritted and her hands clenched as she resists the urge to press her fingers against the horrific wound to her neck. Where flesh and skin should be is a large bite on her neck, where teeth have sunk in and torn parts of her away. Her hands are covered in blood, not all of it her own, and she's shaky and desperate as she fumbles around with whatever she can find.
She needs chains. Ropes. Cuffs. She's seen what's going to happen to her and she doesn't have very long left. No healing magic can fix this, she's sure of that.
Eventually, she runs out of energy and strength. She ends up dropped down against the side of a wall, slipping down, tears gathering in her eyes and rolling down dirty cheeks. What is she supposed to do? No magic to heal, no cure for the bite, nothing to help her... And she didn't even find any cuffs. When she dies - and it has to be soon, though that's making her just as angry as she had been before - she's going to come back and hurt someone, kill them. ]
Please don't find me. [ It's a sad, desperate whisper as she starts to rip at her shirt, anything to try and bind her hands or neck to something. ]
C) CLOSED TO RIONA AND THE IRON BULL
[ Eventually, she dies.
When she comes back, she's not herself anymore. It's almost as if she's being controlled by a spell; she pushes herself up, stumbles forward, lurching from one side to another as she tilts and steps. The horrific wound in her neck is still there, but Leilani does nothing to try and take care of it, nothing to try and manage it, to fix it. She has no conscious understanding of her own hurt, her own wound - her mind is gone completely.
Moving forward, she steps, steps, steps until she finds a corner and turns it. She's directionless, completely, this time, no sense of any purpose other than walking and finding something to eat. She barely even notices any other dead creatures she moves near, stumbling and lurching, before she stops and falters, lifting her head.
Her eyes are void, expressionless - and she lifts her head, baring her teeth. Hungry. ]
sob
Situations like this are the reason she always carries her sword and shield with her. Many stare at her, but honestly, she doesn't care. Better to be over-prepared than otherwise. All she had wanted was some alcohol and a few snacks, but the moment the alarms started, she knew her weapons were going to be needed.
It's not the first time Riona's dealt with undead. Spirits possess corpses all the time in Thedas. But these shambling corpses are... something else. They bite and scratch at everything living. (Thank the Maker she hadn't brought Kiter along). They're so beyond anything she's dealt with that she almost freezes in panic... at least until one lunges for her. Battle-hardened instinct kicks in and Riona slashes at the zombie. It's deterred but not down. It keeps going at her until finally she decapitates the damn thing, which seems to finally stop it.
Good to know, she thinks. Though she has no idea what she's in for.
Riona cuts a path through the zombies, trying to get to anyone who needs help. Shield in hand, she's able to shove a lot of these undead off cornered travelers, along with keeping them off her person. But it's exhausting, and Riona feels lost in a sea of strangers and zombies.
Then she spots Leilani from behind. Granted, she's rather... cross with the elf right now (guess who talked to Justice), but right now she sets that aside. They're still friends, and ones who are stuck in this hellhole together.]
Leilani!
[She hurries over to her, a relieved expression in place.] This is madness. Have you had any-
[But she pauses when she sees the wound on her neck. Of course her first instinct is to reach out to her and ask her if she's all right. That's what she starts to do, when she then notices the way Leilani's walking. Something is... not right here. The elf still is looking away and hasn't responded at all.]
...Leilani? Are you all right?
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He wasn't going to lose anyone else on this ship. Not-
-until he rounded the corner, saw Cousland, and...]
...shit. [It was quiet, low. These things were attracted to loud noises, after all.]
Hey. [He crept closer, quiet.] Fall back. Now.
[Even when he spoke quietly, the Bull's deep resonating voice carried along the corridor.]
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Lifting her head, the zombie watches the two of them, drinking them in, head tilting between Bull and Riona before she moves forward again, baring her teeth, reaching for Riona and completely ignoring the echo of Bull's voice along the corridor.
She's going in for the attack, one hand twisted like a claw. ]
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Riona gasps sharply as Leilani turns; she barely even hears Bull over the roar of blood in her head, horror making her freeze in place. How? How had this happened? Could it spread, like an illness? Quite honestly, Riona just attacked whatever zombies she could and rescue those she reached. Any who got attacked were either left behind or given a quick slash to the throat to put them out of their misery. If that hadn't been enough...
A mistake that nearly cost her.
Leilani - what's left of her - lunges towards her, and it's only by instinct that Riona brings up her shield to block her. With a hard shove she pushes Leilani back.]
No, no please don't do this. Leilani!
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No one needed to know that. He wasn't going to maim Leilani, though. She'd been a friend and her body deserved better than having its head caved in with a lead pipe. At over seven feet, It didn't take Bull more than four strides to bring him up behind the Hero of Ferelden, and he recognized her hesitation for what it was.]
Give me your sword. It won't stop coming.
[It. That's what was important, here. Remember that isn't Leilani. It's a thing, and it wants to eat you. It needs to be stopped before it kills more people.
It.]
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[It. But oh, she is now, isn't she? Riona gets what Bull is doing, and she knows it's the right thing. Leilani's gone, and what's taken her place needs to be put down. She should be able to do it, she thinks. Realistically, though? She can't. And maybe it makes her weak, but she knows she has to take up Bull's offer.
At least this won't be permanent. That's the only reason she finds the strength to nod and hand her sword over to him.]
I'm sorry.
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A swift pivot and a skilled swing and Leilani's body tumbles to the ground before him, head rolling the opposite direction.
He follows it, though, because against all things natural, it's still gnawing at the air, and he reverses the grip on the sword, shoving the blade through the former Inquisitor's temple.
Then it stops. He uses a foot to remove the blade and wipes the sword off on another nearby corpse between turning back to Riona.]
We should get out of here. Who knows when they're going to let us leave? We need to find others, find a place we can fortify, and see what kind of food this place has.
[Bull is now in survival mode. The rest, the emotions, the repercussions, those could wait until whoever was still alive was safe.]
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It isn't until Bull speaks again that she opens her eyes. She holds out her hand for her sword (Maker knows she won't be able to look at it the same after this) and her voice seems detached as she answers.]
Yes, we should. [This is gonna hit her like a freight train later, even with the reassurance that Leilani will be back in a few days' time.] It'll be a long night.
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[There's sadness in his voice he's not trying to mask as he gives his salvaged pipe a test swing and looks off in another direction.]
Vending machines are that way. There are a few doors, but the benches are sturdy. We should be able to secure them.
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[At least they have the reassurance it won't be forever. It's more than the other folk here can say.]
Right. [She very pointedly shifts so she's not facing the direction of Leilani's body... or her head.] Best get moving. I'll leave the barricading to you. I can hold off any stragglers that come after us.
B and forever late
He hadn't expected she would obviously need quite so much help.]
Leilani?
[A piece of her neck is just missing. Someone bit through it. Justice runs to her, momentarily forgetting all the complicated feelings he has about her at the moment, instead moving to check the bite and to dig in his pockets for anything that might suffice as bandages.]
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She shakes her head as he runs up to her, blinking back her tears. ]
Don't - don't. There's nothing you can do.
[ He can't waste his energy on her when there's someone else that can benefit from his help. Her hands are dirty and bloody but she reaches for him anyway, feeling lost and adrift. ]
I'm sorry.