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

[passingthrough]

[She does catch a flash of boxers and is that seriously a bolt? What is wrong with doctors in his world? Are they half mechanic?]

Much cozier looking. [She scoots over on the bed to make more room for him. Not that there wasn't room before but this time instead of sitting side-by-side on the edge she's thinking of laying down on it together.]

[goldenglasses]

So what do you want to do now? [She said earlier that she was tired, but not ready to sleep. He's never had to deal with a situation where the dead don't stay dead and he's not really sure what he should do to help now in this situation.]

[passingthrough]

We could just talk for awhile? [She pats the bed beside her to let him know it's safe to lay down for cuddle talks.]

[goldenglasses]

[He hesitate for only a moment. For so long he had run from things like this. Too much danger involved to even consider it that it seemed surreal for a moment. Yet, it wasn't a dream. He really is still out in space again and he really is allowing someone to share his bed with him.

Then he lays down with a content smile while also making sure Kitty has plenty of rooms.] Yeah, that could probably work.

[passingthrough]

[It seems surreal to Kitty too. Not because she's never been in a situation like this before, but because she thought she never would be again with someone new. It was silly to think that optimistically in a situation like this. She has her silly moments. But she's also had more than a year to prepare for this moment and still she's a little nervous.

Once he lays down she sacrifices some of that room he leaves her to move closer to him.]

I suddenly have no idea what to talk about. Try not to be too surprised.

[goldenglasses]

[Very suddenly Vash has a thought he'd never considered before. Those scars and bolts of his are likely not very comfortable to lay against. Maybe he will see about talking to a doctor.]

I'm shocked. Utterly and completely shocked.

[Vash hums to himself in thought for a moment.] So, do you come around these parts often?

[passingthrough]

[She does need to do some adjusting to keep a bolt from wedging in against her uncomfortably, but she finds softer terrain.]

Mmm, frequently. I just let myself in and go through your stuff.

[goldenglasses]

What? Oh no. [Said in the most deadpan voice he can muster. He doesn't believe that for a second.] I swear that I didn't steal that hat of Chuuya's! He left it in here!

[Note to self: Steal Chuuya's hat.]

[passingthrough]

[Her reputation is ruined! People trust her!] Oh yeah? Are you having a casual thing with Chuuya on the side?

[goldenglasses]

If a casual thing on the side means I'm amused by how easy it is to make the guy annoyed and angry at me? Then yes! I am.

[passingthrough]

I'm going to say that is officially not what it means. [Since they technically decided they were also a casual thing on the side and she's sure she doesn't fit that definition.] And I have a confession to make.

The only time I let myself in was when Khadgar, and I were dropping off your comatose body. I didn't rummage.

[goldenglasses]

What? You put me to bed and didn't rummage? [Vash hums as if in deep thought.] I am disappointed in your cat burglar skills. D minus. Try again and be better next time.

I mean I have nothing of value to steal, but you should at least try!

[passingthrough]

Well, I'm in bed with you now. I could rummage you if that would help my reputation. [She lays her hand on his chest with just a hint of suggestion.]

[goldenglasses]

[This is not how he thought this night would go in the beginning. Not that Vash wasn't finding this much better than some of the scenarios he played out in his head before.] Oh? [He tries to keep his voice smooth and steady even though his heart was starting to pound faster.]

I dunno? Ah um, I mean, I'm not sure there's much to find. Or well, haha! Nothing that you haven't now seen before? [Oh yes. So smooth. Great way to sound exactly like an overly shy teenager.]

[passingthrough]

[She thought there was a very real, maybe even likely end to whatever they'd started coming tonight. She never saw this coming.]

There are still a few things I haven't seen before. Not that I lose interest that quickly either. [She's not sure how much of this is him being unsure or shy or uninterested and how much is maybe just an act or the timing.]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, a few metal plates in places they shouldn't be. That's probably something you haven't seen before. [Shy and still slightly embarrassed is the answer she's looking for, but that's the problem with someone who lies all the time. Hard to tell what he's really feeling at times.]

[passingthrough]

Hey... I'm not worried about that. [Okay, she demonstratively WAS worried about that in a health way, but just a health way.] You don't have to worry about it on my behalf.

[goldenglasses]

Alright, I promise I'll try not to. [As letting go of 20+ years of insecurities isn't exactly easy. He's still surprised that she wants to stay with a mess like him.]

[passingthrough]

Good. [But she's also not sure where it leaves them. He never seems to do more than allow it if she initiates something. She and Winn were making out in storage supply closets almost immediately after meeting each other. They always just seemed set to on and ready. Okay, not entirely true, but there were always extenuating circumstances. Maybe that's the zombies? Or maybe it's her?

She withdraws her hand a little awkwardly. She could try talking about it in an open, honest, and frank way instead of letting her own insecurities worm their way in.]

Mm...

[Nope. That's clearly not a thing to do.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash isn't sure exactly, but he's pretty sure, that he's either ruined something or made things a bit more awkward. If he was honest he's not entirely sure how to fix it.

After a moment of consideration he leans in to give her a soft and gentle kiss.]

Sorry, [Did he need to apologize? He's not really sure so he does so just in case.] I guess I'm still a little, ah... new?... at all, [What's the word he should use for a casual relationship? Or whatever this was between them.] --this.

[That probably works.]

[passingthrough]

[The kiss surprises her in a good way. She kept help but to smile afterward. There's even a little flutter inside.] You don't have to be sorry.

[She reaches up, brushing fingers through his hair and looking at him curiously.] You know, the good part about that is that we are the exact same amount of new to this. [Or so she thinks because she assumes he means their relationship with each other and only that.]

[goldenglasses]

Haha! Yeah, I suppose that's true. [He grins, assuming she hasn't figured out just how "new" he was. Wondering how long he can keep that up for.]

You know, anytime you want you can come in here. Even if you don't feel like stealing or rummaging through anything.

[passingthrough]

[Still unaware!]

Yeah? [She finds that touching.] That's probably good because stealing feels like a lot work and you have terrible taste in things. [Just kidding about that part. Still stroking his hair, maybe encouraging it to fall from a hard day of standing on end.]

[goldenglasses]

Hey! I have excellent taste! [Although that would be hard to tell. Considering he just has the few changes of clothes, a few potted flowers, a harmonica, a red kick ball, hygiene/hair care products, and a couple books stashed around in his room.

And bullets. Lots and lots of bullets.




...and a few empty boxes of donuts.]

[passingthrough]

Are you sure? You seem like you might like me, and I'm a mess. [She doesn't mind the room. It's a good room. Probably a good thing she's not worried about lots of bullets.]