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driftfleet2018-06-11 12:55 pm
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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. ]
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Aang skids to a stop in front of a vending machine full of neon-colored drinks. He squints at the bottles for a second before shrugging, as if to say good enough before he starts moving his whole body in a single, graceful motion, as though he were pulling something invisible towards him.
Liquids break through the bottle caps, streaming in individual arcs down out of the machine and swirling together in the air above Aang and Leilani into a murky, sugary spiral.
Soon, the vending machine is full of only empty bottles, and Aang grins at his creation. "That's better. Who are you looking for?"
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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?"
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He has to keep constant motion up to keep the water in the air, but he makes it look natural, like it's a little dance rather than an effort.
"I'm bending the water. I use the energy in my body to guide the energy in it." Aang flashes her a winning smile. "And I bet I can freeze those guys with this."
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Her eyes drink in the water, the liquid, and she wonders if there's anything in Thedas that could replicate it. It's such a strange, wonderful power and she laughs softly, almost awed.
"Bending." Leilani knows they need to keep moving, but she's so curious, all mixed in with her desperation. "All of them?"
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He brings his hands together, and with his hands the water comes together too in a murky blob, which he guides into a waterskin at his hip. It swells with all the extra sugary stuff he's taken, but he caps it with a cork and it doesn't spill.
"It's always good to have water around. Especially if I'm stuck in a metal thing."
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All she can do is let her eyes drag over the movement of the water as he brings it down and puts it in the skin, and she shakes her head, her expression a touched awed and interested. She wishes she could do something like that, but she can't deny that her own magic is just as useful in the right situations. All that she knows is that she misses the Anchor, fiercely, in moments like this.
"That's amazing." Leilani laughs a little, shifting and moving around, darting away and heading towards another corner. "It's a good thing there's a lot of water around or you'd be in trouble."
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Maybe it’s a bit cocky, and not entirely accurate, but the only times Aang has ever felt truly helpless is when he hasn’t had his bending—or if someone had the ability to take it away with the snap of their fingers. For all he knows, someone still does, but they haven’t done it yet and he hopes they don’t do it now.
“What’s that thing you do?” he asks, even as they run.
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She feels lost at the moment. She doesn't know what to do, and she has to grit her teeth and cling on to whatever strength she has.
"Thing?" Oh. "My magic." She shifts, moving forward as she rushes with him, keeping both eyes peeled for any sign of Carl. "I'm a Rift mage. I can use the power of my world to defend myself if I need to."