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. ]

Comments

[hollystrike]

[It's an observation that makes her laugh, though it's short and breathless as she skitters out of the way of a half-hearted bite attempt, taking another down.]

That's good! I'd hate to be mistaken as a knight. The whole witness protection program and all. Knights everywhere probably want me dead by now.

[...she's definitely a knight. Just not one that human society would ever recognise.]

[ginger_firebird]

[He's increasingly impressed with her tactics, coming low to slam a wayward zombie against the nearby wall.]

Your sarcasm is impeccable. You should consider teaching others that charming sense of humor. [Mantis turns in the air to face her.] Does this mean I have to say "Lady" before your name if I talk about you to others?

[hollystrike]

Do you think so? But then I wouldn't be one of a kind anymore. [Pausing here to stab someone. Again.] Apparently "Sir" is all the rage for knights, but honestly you can call me Damn Cat if it pleases you.

[Lookit that she can banter while killing. Well. Re-killing.]

[ginger_firebird]

"Sir" it is. [His fingers tense up as several bones start snapping all around them.] How long do you give this mess? Lockdowns tend to go for anywhere from six to twenty four hours at home.

[hollystrike]

[Yeech. Remind her never to tick you off. She hasn't seen a trick like that since the nobles decided to get Super Fancy and show the commoners there place.]

Depends on how automated it is. [In this case she can for maybes and not outright lies.] If someone actually flipped the switch, perhaps they'll lift it when zombies stop twitching. If it's automated, your guess is as good as mine for what constitutes intergalactic quarantining.

[... the zombies hereabouts aren't twitching so much anymore, anyway. The couple trying to move on broken bones are dispatched quickly and mercifully enough. It hurts to look at them.]

[ginger_firebird]

[It's the least of what he can do if he really wants to put his mind to things. He can literally drive people to insanity.]

Brilliant. [His voice gets tense and develops a kind of hissing quality to it.] This area is clear at least. If we work at killing the hoards long enough, none of them will come back.

[He stretches his arms above his head, taking his spine along for the ride in his full body stretch.]

At least there's company.

[hollystrike]

[Good thing Katie's already insane, by a given definition.]

Company makes everything better. [Also, that hissing. It kind of reminds her of a cat.] What a pity my medical training never extended to infections.

[She doesn't like being here in general. She avoided the tomb on Nariba Relia for precisely this reason: dead and the fae don't mix. These people are literally just the walking dead. There's an emptiness there she hates.]

[ginger_firebird]

[He's a hissing, growling kind of man when he's irritated. Everyone has that little tough of wild animal in them.]

At least you have medical training. All I know how to do is slightly advanced first aid.

[He treads without care towards the dismembered zombies on the floor and sweeps them aside with a wave of his arms.]

Let's go see where else they're hiding around here.