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driftfleet2018-06-11 12:55 pm
postocular) wrote in driftfleet2018-06-11 12:55 pm
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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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[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.