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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. ]
Gasp! I look forward to seeing him~
[That's not too far off the mark, actually. Death would have a grand time explaining the Hogfather.]
INTERESTING. THIS ILLNESS TAKES OVER THE BODY WITHOUT COMPLETELY DESTROYING IT. SUCH THINGS ARE BEST KEPT ISOLATED. IF WE DO THIS RIGHT, THE ILLNESS WILL END HERE WITH ALL ITS HOSTS.
[Death takes a quick pause to look at his hands.]
NO, I SUPPOSE THAT THIS SORT OF SICKNESS IS NOT ABLE TO SPREAD THROUGH ME. ALL THE MORE REASON TO PROTECT YOU.
no subject
[He quickly adds. It isn't often he hears that sentiment used in a way not intending to wound his pride.]
"So you um.. you are with the fleet, right? You have a designated ship?"
no subject
[Death tucks his sword away and pulls his scythe from his robe. It's tall and gleaming and therefore equally dangerous. He raises it up slowly.]
THIS MIGHT BE A BIT MORE EFFICIENT. AND YES. I AM THE COOK OF THE CAPRINE.
no subject
[It certainly is quite the impressive weapon, Flug can't help but take it all in, in its deadly magnificence. Despite the thrill that runs through him at seeing such an intriguing object, his paranoia stays at manageable levels. Death really was quite the entity.]
"The cook? Oh, th-- t-the cook?! You can taste?"
[Wait, no, that sounded rude, didn't it?]
"I-I-I mean-- o-of course you can!-- d-didn't mean to imply-- I-- I'm sure you're a great--"
[Yeah, just gonna hang his head on shame now. Sorry.]
"...I run Engineering on Red Fish."
no subject
[Down comes the scythe in two devastating sweeps. The very sounds in front of them are cut in twain as are anything trying to get close.]
ENGINEERING... YOU ARE AN EXPERT IN MACHINES, THEN. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO WRAP MY SKULL AROUND HOW THESE SHIPS WORK.
no subject
"Cooking is something of a Science in itself."
[Flug smiles at that, a pang of nostalgia for cooking with his loveable blue creation back home unexpectedly hitting him at the thought.]
"Without fear of needing to taste test, you'd have to focus on other factors to perfect the outcome. I'm sure that opens the doors for a lot of unique opportunity. That would be something to see."
[And Flug might even live to, at this rate! With as many undead as they've fell, the Scientist could swear an exit was nearly in view. Initially, Flug hadn't known how he was going to get out of this predicament, but teaming up with the Death of a world was hardly at the top of his expectations.]
"Atroma won't let us near anything actually useful when it comes to the ships. Even the repairs I've done, I can't seem to reach anything vital. It's like we're only seeing the bait at the end of the string, we don't have access to the instrument or the hands holding it."
no subject
I GO VISUALLY IN MOST CIRCUMSTANCE, AND MAKING SURE THE MEASUREMENTS OF ALL INGREDIENTS IS AS EXACT AS POSSIBLE. THUS FAR, I HAVE AVOIDED POISONING ANYONE ON ACCIDENT.
[Death can hear the difference in the number of undead crawling towards them. It's comforting to know he still has some of his combat prowess still in him.]
LIKE WIZARDS ATTEMPTING TO PEEL APART THE LAYERS OF REALITY. THEY CAN ONLY GET SO FAR BEFORE THE GODS SEE FIT TO PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE OR TURN THEM INTO SOMETHING THAT WON'T HARM ANYONE. ATROMA TRULY DO NOT WANT US TO UNDERSTAND FULLY THE NATURE OF OUR IMPRISONMENT.
Since we're wrapping up, would you mind if I add you on plurk? I'd be happy to plot more sometime
[Flug falters. Well they couldn't agree on everything, the Doctor supposed. Hearing such a.. mortal viewpoint from an entity like Death was interesting but if the Gods really handled things in such a way, Black Hat would have been brought low long ago. Maybe some did try to stop the Eldritch horror once. Black Hat probably dropkicked them into a sun somewhere. He shrugs.]
"Well, l-lucky for us, Atroma can't control that factor."
[It will use up more power to generate a larger flame, but they have things well enough under control to justify it now, don't they? Stepping back to not get in Death's way, Flug cranks the heat as high as it will go and redirects the new improved volley of flames in a different direction, this time to hopefully take a few corpses out on his own rather than just to clean up. Time to end this.]
"As long as people are around, they'll never cease trying to understand more."
Absolutely! I'm always down for new friends. :3
[Death could regale Flug on the legends of Cohen the Barbarian at some point. He went down on a mission to try and destroy the very gods of his planet. It was quite impressive.]
THAT IS THE BEST PART OF THE EXISTENCE OF PEOPLE. ONE CANNOT HELP BUT ADMIRE THE WILLINGNESS TO PICK APART EVERYTHING TO LEARN EVERY SECRET.
[Death is careful to step around Flug at all times in the remains of their cleaning up. The blade that cuts through all and the fire that consumes all are a very metal combination.]