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

[canofmanji]

Yeah, I suppose I will. [Manji looks around for something to possibly cover himself with.] I'm not so great at this space stuff. It really will be alright if we dump the infection out into the void?

[What his augment provides him it seems like that would work, but he's not sure how much he trusts implanted knowledge.]

[ultima_mortis]

IT SHOULD BE. THE SPACE BETWEEN STARS AND WORLDS IS DEVOID OF ELEMENTS IN LARGE NUMBERS THAT WOULD SUPPORT ANY KIND OF LIFE. THIS...ILLNESS OR MICROSCOPIC ORGANISM SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE OUT THERE.

[Death taps at his jaw thoughtfully.]

WE COULD BURN THE BODIES AS WELL. HEAT AND COLD WILL KILL JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING IN EQUAL MEASURE.

[canofmanji]

Well, I'll take your word for it. I get the feeling you would know about this sort of thing.

Not sure how we'll be able to safely burn these things so let's just shove them out the airlock.

[ultima_mortis]

WE SHALL NEED TO FIND ONE, THEN. HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT ONE WOULD LOOK LIKE? THE MACHINATIONS OF THESE SHIPS IS STILL A MYSTERY TO ME.

[canofmanji]

Oh. [Crap. Manji was just going to roll with whatever Death said was an airlock.] Yeah, this stuff is all much more advance then what I'm use to too. Look, why don't we just keep walking and come back when we find one. I'm sure that thing they put in our head will help once we come across one.

[It's how he avoiding walking out one before at least.] I think they kind of look sort of like a door. One that leads into space.

[ultima_mortis]

PERHAPS SO. THERE ARE ASPECTS OF THESE SHIPS THAT I SEEM TO KNOW HOW TO USE AUTOMATICALLY, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER I HAD USED THEM BEFORE. THE AIRLOCKS ARE...ROOMS WITH DOORS ON BOTH SIDES. THEY HAVE WINDOWS FOR MAKING OBSERVATIONS AS WELL.

[Find the window, find the solution. Death keeps an eye on the walls for anything that looks promising.] YOU ARE OF GREAT HELP TO ME. THANK YOU.

[canofmanji]

[As Death explains the airlock Manji's face brightens with recognition.] Yeah! That sounds like an airlock to me! [He grins and gives his nose a quick rub with his thumb.] Glad I could be of help to ya'. [Didn't seem like a bad idea to be on the good side of Death.]

[ultima_mortis]

INSTINCT SEEMS TO BE TO RESIST THE CHANGES MADE AGAINST ONE'S WILL, EVEN WITH THOSE LIKE MYSELF. IT SEEMS I MUST REMIND MYSELF OF MY NEUTRALITY. [Death's cloak billows just slightly behind him, enough that the bones of his feet begin to show with each step.] I SEE SOME DOORS UP AHEAD. WE MIGHT BE MORE FORTUNATE THAN WE SEEM.

[canofmanji]

[Manji is at least cultured enough to know that he shouldn't stare, but he still can't help himself. It's hard to look away from those skeletal feet.] I have heard that you are one of the most neutral... person? --thing? There is.

[ultima_mortis]

I AM THE VERY FORCE OF NEUTRALITY, EVEN IF IT MEANS THAT I MUST ACT IN FORCE TO ENSURE THAT NEUTRALITY IS MAINTAINED. [Death passes through the door without bothering to open it. Then there's some muttering as he considers something on the other side.] COME SEE IF YOU CAN GET THIS DOOR OPEN. I'M USED TO ONES WITH KNOBS AND HANDLES.

[canofmanji]

[Did he just--? Well, Manji just assumes that not even doors can stop death. It makes enough sense to him.] You and me both. [There's a bit of thumping as Manji slaps his hand around the door until he accidentally finds the button that opens it.]

I had no idea how long it had been since I last tagged! My apologies.

[ultima_mortis]

[Nothing really stops Death, but many things have indeed tried!

Death makes a curious kind of noise and nods.]

NOW WE HAVE A DOOR, ALL THAT IS LEFT IS TRANSPORTING THE DECEASED.

It's fine! I had to vanish for a month after all!

[canofmanji]

Great. This is the part I was most looking forward to. [Hopefully Death understands sarcasm.] Hopefully they're not contagious just by touching them.