Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

[postocular]

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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Nami | OTA

[mikangirl]

[General Opener]

[She shared a shuttle with Sam to shop hey look tonguetwister so he's here somewhere and Nami thinks she really should find him because he deals with this sort of shit on a regular basis, right? (Right?) Because after her initial outrage at Actual Zombies out here in space, it doesn't take long at all for her to realise these aren't the same sort of homegrown ones Moria created back in the day. These ones don't talk, they don't complain, they just...

...eat. People.

And then there's no room for her outrage at all. She's just terrified. Which isn't going to stop her fighting, but you can bet she'd really rather not be doing this on her own.]

[Fighting]

[She finds out very fast that just knocking them down with a staff does nothing at all, and blowing them away with gust sword only stalls them. Great. Downs a fishman, and these things just get up and keep on going. So fine. Lightning it is. And hey, maybe the dark clouds that spring up above her will be a beacon for other Fleet members.]

[False Alarms]

[After realising that being bitten just once is a dealbreaker, she takes extra precautions, and at this point the pirate navigator that's visible is definitely nothing but a mirage, being used as a lure to pull them in close for more efficiency.

Which means it's entirely possible you might come across her just as a zombie lurches forward and latches onto her throat.

Its teeth will snap closed on thin air as it overbalances, but hopefully you had no heart attack or did anything stupid in the meantime :'D Sorry.]

[Freezing]

[She's doing perfectly fine on her way across the waystation trying to find others to help (or an exit) when she finally comes across one of the walking dead that she recognises. Maybe it's a Fleet member. Could be just one of the waystation visitors that she talked to cheerfully just before this all began. Whatever the cause, it's enough for her to lower the staff and back away, face white, mirage dropping away. This isn't something she can do.

A little help would be good.]

[Fwild Card]

[Need an assist? Want a nice easy shopping thread just as this all starts? Anything goes, hit me up.]

fight fight fight

[collegedropout]

[Well, you know Sam, he'll just follow the smell of sizzled zombie and dark clouds. Who the fuck else could that be, you know what I mean? As he knifes one of the undead and shoves them to the side (he's trying to do his usual mantra of this isn't a person anymore, with varying success, but it still has to be done), he makes a beeline for the orange-headed pirate.]

Nami! Get down!

[He's pulled a gun for this one, because the undead looming over her is not gonna be stopped with a knife. It wants to definitely eat her. One pissy hunter on the way and ready to blast through some heads, just for you.]

[mikangirl]

[LOOK IT COULD BE THOR
HE'D MAKE HER LOOK LIKE CHUMP CHANGE

but it isn't, and Nami's expression melts from terse stress to relief when she hears Sam's voice, dropping without question at the order. Oh god, don't get zombie brain all over her please--]

Are these yours!?

[well what she really means is are these from your world what the fuck but we don't have time for such eloquent disbelief. save me sam. I mean I don't really need saving too badly but dear lord she's so glad she's not alone]

[collegedropout]

[I don't know, Nami, your hair is better than his is.

As he takes out two of the lumbering things, he is quick to move sideways and stick another one under the chin that tries to get too close. Try not to pay any mind to the two on your right that are definitely children; it's not fun to think about, and Sam's honestly holding off until he can work him his usual hunter prowess to put them to rest.]

Not exactly, but kinda close! Keep aiming for the brain, alright? Anything else'll just slow them down!

[mikangirl]

[true dat her hair is also apparently a delicacy for monsters as we've established

...if these zombies bite her hair off she's gonna revolt]

I figured! [Not specifically the brain, she hadn't thought that far, just dialled through attacks until she found the one that worked. She outright balks at the two smaller zombies which takes a doubletake for her to realise they're kids, what the fuck they're kids--]

I've seen some of these people. Just not-- [You know, shoppers and tourists. She snaps the climatact apart to flip the smaller end out towards Sam--]

Don't move--

[Just gonna blow away a couple a little too close for comfort there okay. Literally, it's wind, they'll be back in a minute or so.]

[collegedropout]

[Oh hey zombies — bye zombies. He wanders closer to Nami so she can blast them away more freely, without worrying as much at gusting Sam off to Oz or something. He tries to make sure they stick more toward the wall, so none of them can get the jump on them, and immediately switches over to his knife... which is already used, far too clearly.]

Just not dead?

[He sighs out of his nose, and the words are tinged with sympathy.]

The ones back home start themselves, but turn with time into something like this.

You just have to remember they're monsters now; there's nothing left of the old person.

[mikangirl]

...no. No, I get it. [It's quiet, maybe hard to hear in amidst all the chaos. It's just not fair and she wants to know why this happened in the first place.

She'll try not to look too closely, sob. She doesn't have a knife, but in between using setting up more lightning fields she has the reach with the climatact to keep them off her.] Does that mean everyone here is-- sick? [Is that really the word you'd use?]

freezing

[candothat]

[The undead approaching Nami falls to the ground and Chekov, wielding a plastic umbrella from one of the waystation vendors, scrambles around it and grabs Nami's wrist.]

Okaytimetorun!

[Just in case that wasn't understandable, he takes off down the hall, pulling her along with him. She might want to follow; the downed zombie is recovering pretty quickly from having its legs swept out from under it by a souvenir umbrella.]

bless you Pavel

[mikangirl]

[Umbrella, you have an umbrella-- it's so bizarre that she switches to staring at him stupidly as he snatches her wrist and pulls her along, and then Nami stumbles after him, picking up speed as her brain catches up.]

They're people. I bought a necklace from that-- [Well, it's not really a cheerful travelling vendor now, is it? Such an unlucky break. She feels sick.]

he is TrYinG

[candothat]

I'm sorry, Nami.

[He takes a few turns with the confidence of someone who knows where he's going. They finally come to a stop in a hallway that is, happily, empty.]

I am sorry.

he is a good man

[mikangirl]

[Nami follows him with all the blind faith of someone who hopes you know where you're going, and turns to glance behind them as they halt, fingers white-knuckled on her staff.]

So am I.

[...ah.] Thanks. Are you okay...?

[candothat]

[The hall is still clear, but it likely won't stay that way for long. Hopefully long enough for them to catch their breaths and regroup.]

Yes, thank you. [For now. He gives Nami a quick once-over.] And you? You haven't been bitten?

[mikangirl]

Untouched. Probably gonna throw up later, but-- [She glances sharply down the hallway.] Do you have any idea what's going on?

false alarm

[bi_otic]

[Nami's newest employee happens to round a corner just as it happens, though his reaction is little more than a sound of alarm before he raises his rifle and she...disappears? It gives him only a moment of pause because that's all he can afford, and then the zombies gets a few energy rounds into it's head.]

Nami?

[He's already advancing, looking for any sign of the real her, and any more zombie friends that want to join the party]

[mikangirl]

[It's as well Nami took measures for new arrivals launching their own attacks and is distant enough that the gunfire just makes her flinch. Shit. Sorry, Kaidan.]

I'm here! [Says the thin air from the opposing wall, which does cause a few of the dead to turn their heads in a half-hearted kind of way. She ripples into existence a moment later, staff crackling with electricity at its end. No point being hidden if she's just going to confuse allies.] Sorry!

[bi_otic]

[He swings his rifle around but drops the barrel the second he realizes he's pointing it right at her.]

No need to apologize. [He's scanning constantly, even at rest]

Nice decoy.

[mikangirl]

It's useful for not getting chomped on. You doing okay?

[At this point she's worried about anyone being bitten, but he looks okay.]

[bi_otic]

Best I can be, without my armor. Sweeping for survivors. You?

[Biotics have been his shield, though it's going to tire him out before long. Right now he's relatively fresh]

[mikangirl]

Same. I think most Fleet people are okay; not so much the other travellers here. [She thinks that might be because the Fleet passengers, as a general rule, don't really count as common civilians. Which makes her angry at the thought this might be a glitch-inflicted disaster.]

They can't bite what they can't see. If you want help, I can back you up. [That, and being alone is pretty horrifying around here.]

Fwild Card;; Iskaulit

[reconstitution]

[ Honestly, after shit went down in a spectacularly terrible way, who doesn't need to find a drink? He prefers the atmosphere of the Space Bar, even though it's been an age since he's been. Bucky tends to keep to his ship or the gym unless they're on a planet. He finds a spot at the bar and nods to Nami. ]

Whatever you have that's strongest will work, and whatever you're having.

[mikangirl]

[Nami is so newly showered the ends of her hair are still damp and she's a few shades pale besides, because zombies were a great interruption to everyone's day, right? She's only a little surprised to see him in here. And with such a request, she can't help but smile, though it's a wan sort of humourless thing.]

Hope you can hold your liquor, then. This one'll knock you flat otherwise.

[What she's having is what's strongest. How convenient-- she pours him a glass of dark liquid, amber highlights. It's designed for people bigger than the average human and it kicks.]

[reconstitution]

I do alright.

[ Thank you, super soldier constitution. He lifts his glass in her direction and takes a drink. It's a hell of a lot stronger than he was anticipating, which isn't a bad thing. Not in this situation. There's a lot of shit to unpack. ]

This will do the trick.

[mikangirl]

Hope so. [She pours herself one to match. Nami doesn't really get drunk easily, and she's perfectly sober now. But even so, it helps take the edge off and settle her nerves today.]

...were you down there?

[reconstitution]

You too, huh? [ He shakes his head and takes another drink. ]

'What the fuck' doesn't really cover it.

[mikangirl]

[She laughs at that, short and not very amused. (A little amused.)]

It's sad I've seen things that register higher on the 'what the fuck' scale, but it's pretty far up there. Everyone you know made it out okay?