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. ]

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[goldenglasses]

[He enjoys the way her fingers feel against his skin, but he would be lying if he said all his fears about his body where gone. There's a bit of a jump in his heart at each patch of rough skin, each time her finger drops down into a section where the skin is just missing, and especially when he can't feel anything at all. Either because she reached a part where he's lost feeling or it's a hunk of metal.

Even with his heart skipping there is an excitement that he's not sure he can keep contained. The way everything was so new! After over a hundred years of life it was great to find things that were still new to him. So despite the nervousness of his skin as long as she is happy to keep going he doesn't want any of this to stop.

He takes his hands and slips his fingers into the waist of her own pants. Feeling around the helm for a moment or two before slowly running the palms of his hands down the sides of her hips. Taking the pants down with him as he goes.]

[passingthrough]

[Once all the clothing is gone she smiles at him feeling excited nerves of her own. Of course hers have nothing to do with the state of his body or her own. It's just new with him and different and she hasn't done this in awhile and it feels silly to even be nervous about that when he hasn't done it in...ever, but she is.] This is definitely more skin. [She's pressed up against him with nothing separating the two of them now.] Hi.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash opens his mouth to speak, but finds it very suddenly too dry. He swallows with a smile to wet it.] Hi. [He reaches up and brushes his fingers through her hair. Tucking some of the strands behind her ear.

At one point he found himself wishing he had a bigger bed, but now he was relishing how close his bed forced them to be. She may also be happy to see that the bits of metal have not been attached to any area of his privates. A few scars like the rest, but no random bolts.] I hope it's enough skin. [He intends it as a joke, but as Kitty probably knows too well there is always some truth behind those types of jokes.]

[passingthrough]

Hey... [She says it softly, still smiling warmly at him.] It's the perfect amount. [She presses closer to him, all the way down his body to kiss him again. But yes, as much as she thinks metal was a terrible medical choice if it isn't going to actually be cybernetics it is nice that it will not be a full part of the experience.]

[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Continued here.)