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Cαrl Grιмeѕ ([personal profile] postocular) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2018-06-11 12:55 pm

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 [plurk.com profile] 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. ]
nomadeupname: (Amused)

[personal profile] nomadeupname 2018-06-29 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stephen doesn't really have anyone close enough to him to be overly worried about them, but it's not something that will stop him from helping the rest of the Fleet or the innocent bystanders in the waystation.

He smirks lightly at her comment:]


You, I believe you can, yes. But I'd rather not be dropped into a crowd of hungry undead because someone's too distracting.

[Yes, it's a compliment done in passing, and Strange's comment earns him a drop in height to the point where the tip of his boots can be touched by the zombies raising their hands. Clearly the Cloak doesn't appreciate being doubted.

Still, once the herd they've been working out is thinned out enough, Stephen drops back on the floor, summoning a sword out of Eldritch magic to finish off the last few ones:]


Busy indeed. But hopefully, this will be contained soon enough?
passingthrough: (Watching - The sun will rise)

[personal profile] passingthrough 2018-06-29 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[She tenses when she sees him take that dip, ready to head to his aid before she notes the intentionality of it and resumes her regularly scheduled the stabbings.] You should be nicer to entities you're wearing.

[She's happy to fall back as he clears the last few. Her muscles are aching from the physical effort of stabbing through the skulls. She's done her best to hit weaker points. She knows her biology, but she's been at this for awhile now.]

This set is at least. Big station. Lots of rooms. What are your powers? [The variety seemed kind of wide from what she's seen.] Can you tell how many are left and where? [Are you zombie GPS?]
nomadeupname: (Shields up)

[personal profile] nomadeupname 2018-06-30 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I guess I should be, [he says dryly as he shrugs. The Cloak has a mind of it's own, it's not always easy to know what's being nice to it or not. A fickle thing indeed.

He gives her a side look at that question:]


I'm human, if that's what you want to know. But I have learned to use the energy drawn from other dimensions to create weapons and shields.

[As he speaks, his hands waves and moves around him and he holds them up over some of the dismembered but still moving zombies, where a large orange Mandala is slowly drawn out from thin air. Stephen drops his hands down and the Mandala transforms into hundreds of arrows, raining down on the zombies to kill those that hadn't been killed yet.]

I suppose this could be called magic or sorcery. We call it the 'Mystic Arts'. And no, I can't locate them. The only locating spell I know can only be used to find one person.
passingthrough: (Curious - Interested)

[personal profile] passingthrough 2018-06-30 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It really wasn't. [As a non-human person she definitely isn't a purist when it comes to that kind of thing. She just wasn't sure what the extent of what he could do was. It seemed kind of all over the place from where she was standing and you don't know until you ask.

She watches the arrows appear and it gives her an idea.]


Can you make me some light weight poles?
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[personal profile] nomadeupname 2018-07-01 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Stephen has yet to earn about mutants and Inhumans, but considering what he's heard of the Avenger, people with abilities being considered as more 'evolved' than those without isn't something that will surprise him. He was more talking about not being an alien like the Asgardians than anything else.]

I definitely can.

[Another waving of his hands, and two weight poles appears at Kitty's feet. Unlike the arrows he's just created, the poles are solid matter, but light, as asked. If Kitty is observant enough, she'll notice that two poles of the fence around the courtyard have disappeared; Stephen used them to transmute their matter into lighter poles.

He watches, curiosity clear in his expression, what the young woman has planned next.]
passingthrough: (Considering)

[personal profile] passingthrough 2018-07-01 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[As it happens, a lone creature has heard them and is ambling and groaning his way into the room they're in, so she provides a demonstration even though he didn't actually ask for one. She walks over and very easily phases one of the poles into his head and then simply lets go. Then the dead man with a pole fused into his brain falls to the floor.]

Less exertion than using the claws, but it's a one-time-use sort of thing.