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EVENT ★ A-LICKY BOOM BOOM DOWN

WELCOME TO WOODHURST

Arrival in Woodhurst goes largely unnoticed by its occupants. Characters will find themselves scattered into the city in inconspicuous places: stepping out of public restrooms that were previously empty, in the middle of a revolving door, appearing from overlooked service doorways and unoccupied retail break rooms. Arrivals -- with cloaking devices already active for those who need them -- will get barely a second look.

ALASTAIR researchers and networkers will have already secured housing -- whether that be a motel, apartment, home, etc. -- for Team Audentes as well as credentials for those whose jobs require them, but it is up to the team themselves to weave together their various cover stories and find their way to their new jobs. Luckily, most of the citizens of Woodhurst have more on their mind than usual, and won't be too interested in their new neighbors and coworkers.

WEEK 1

There's been a sickness spreading lately. Everyone has noticed it. People sometimes pause to murmur together in worried, furtive tones, the one of them with a cough looking especially distressed. Largely, though, people are doing their best to keep up life as normal. This concerning turn of events will probably blow over just fine, and rent still needs to be paid. Still, little signs here and there (the grocery stores are having trouble keeping bottled water and non perishables in stock) speak to the unease that can be felt in the city.

Audentes has about a week to get comfortable. Snow falls now and then, never too much, but somehow always just enough to delay the buses of the public transit system. Historic downtown Woodhurst is picturesque in the light wintery sprinkle, and sometimes the buses even make their schedules there. Things are a little quiet in the business district, as many have opted to work from home until this all sorts itself out. The housing and suburban areas have a little more of a buzz of activity than usual; neighbors talk to each other for the first time in months to see if there's any news or updates, friends check in and visit with one another.

Signs of any actual infected are rare, to the point where it may be easy to forget that's why ALASTAIR is here. But if you're lucky (?), you may run into someone staggering down a snowy street who doesn't look very well. They could just be hungover, but what's with those dark, prominent veins on their face...?

Seven days into their stay in town, things suddenly pick up.

WEEK 2

Woodhurst is quarantined. Local TV and radio stations broadcast nothing but this fact and follow up information for a solid 24 hours. And if TV and radio isn't your bag, it's also broadcast over loud speakers for 8 hours straight during the first day. The news of it is impossible to miss, but the gist of it is simple: no one may enter or leave Woodhurst, and all citizens must be off the streets by 10 PM.

Also impossible to miss are the blockades and barricades that have suddenly and swiftly been set up at every road leading out of Woodhurst, no matter how major or minor. They are guarded by military in dark uniforms, visibly armed. Local law enforcement is called in to help, and any Audentes members posing as police officers may find themselves face-to-face with angry, terrified citizens as they take their frustrations out. Panic spikes. Some stores, usually grocery stores, report looting, and one or two riots even break out near the barricades. The military seems to have been instructed to stop people non-lethally, but will use violence in turn if it is used against them. They do not answer any questions put to them by citizens wanting to get to their families on the other side of the border and demanding to know why they can't, and keep their expressions carefully neutral.

Still, not everyone is peaceable about it -- a terrified, haggard-looking mother tightly grips her screaming child's hand as she argues with a policeman. Her older son is apparently in Wakefield, and she needs to get to him immediately. Her shouting and her child's wailing is starting to agitate the crowd and the other policeman alike, a noticeable tension rising in the air.

The hospitals experience a sharp uptick in activity, admitting those who were hurt in the first initial panicky rushes and serving many who fretfully complain of the symptoms of the spreading sickness. Even those with nothing more than the common cold have rushed in, not wanting to listen when the hospital staff explains to them that the symptoms are nothing alike.

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For the most part, Woodhurst doesn't look infected. Tempers are flaring, but that seems natural considering the circumstances. Even the fights that break out can be chalked up to scared citizens vying for the limited resources within the quarantined area. Once in a while, erratic behavior can be spotted, though. A man runs down the street at top speeds with nothing pursuing him, his eyes wide and wild, only to vanish down a side street. A thrashing woman at the hospital is sedated and restrained, and the sounds she's making don't sound like words as she's wheeled quickly away.

On the evening of the first day, the mayor makes a statement on behalf of the city, urging citizens not to panic. She claims they have everything under control, that life can continue as normal save for a few restrictions, and that the quarantine is simply a precaution. Of course, various news outlets have taken the story and run with it, looking for the scoop. A few conspiracy theorists even try to spread their thoughts, handing out nonsensical pamphlets on the street and frightening people who are uneducated on the Bristol virus.

Woodhurst is doing its best, though. After the first two days of initial panic after the quarantine descends, its sturdy citizens make a noble attempt to continue life as usual. About 25% of the population stays indoors, but the other 75% of it can still be seen going about their business, most of them with the concession of flu masks (or bandanas, t-shirts, or whatever else is on hand; supplies are tough to come by sometimes). The situation isn't great, but life marches on.

And, after all, surely things will blow over sooner or later.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to the new mission! Infection sign-ups are now closed for current players, but all characters accepted after January 28th will still have the opportunity to sign up. The offical locations page is now up. Please read it carefully! Some locations had to be tweaked to properly fit the setting. The Bounty Board will be available with the next log. Keep an eye out!

REMINDER: The infected population are not undead! We have used "zombie" as a shorthand description on the calendar, but please keep in mind that infected persons are alive, just sick.

For more information on the mission, please check the dossier and the January/February calendars. Since this log is coming up so late in the month, threads from this log can be used for either January or February AC, with the stipulation that you still cannot use the same thread for both months.

Questions about Woodhurst can be submitted to this thread. Questions about the game in general should be directed to the FAQ. You may submit mission ideas or player plots at any time.

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[Obviously the first thing on the agenda after getting the lay of the land is to integrate into this backwards-ass society, a task which Fiona has taken to with extreme enthusiasm.

Yeah, they're here to deal with this virus, blah blah, but -- a convincing cover is important too. No one will argue that, so it's fine that she drags Rhys to the downtown section of Woodhurst, clinging to his arm like this is the most romantic experience in her life. Which it probably is, but whatever.]

Sooo, where do you want to go for lunch? Or do you want to do something else first?

[ Ew, is this the most romantic thing that's ever happened to her? This pitiable dumpster baby. In opposition, Rhys is walking around fairly unimpressed by everything; it's no Helios, and he is sort of accustomed to living in a magical castle now. It's nice having her on his arm, but that's about where the fun stuff ends. ]

Do something, like what.

[ What is there even to do in this outdated hell. ]

[He'd better not ruin this for her, she's excited! This is the suburban wonderland of her television dreams, it's just like space Degrassi. Except they're not in high school, but still. There are lawns and cafés and sidewalks and stuff, it's basically the same.

She leans her head on his shoulder and looks up at him, widening her eyes juuuust a little.] Well... we could go shopping. Or look at the weird-ass pets they have on this planet, touch some... bunnies. Or whatever. Um... [She's kind of short on ideas, this is her first suburban rodeo.]

[ It's good this isn't high school, he'd probably have been a freshman when she was a senior, she would not have gone for him. He'd totally be into Troubled But Cute New Kid Fiona though. This is basically how normal life was for him but shittier and more outdated, but he doesn't want to totally ruin her fun. It's apparently exciting for her. For some godforsaken reason. ]

You think bunnies are the weird pets. [ He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, muttering Pandora under his breath. Pandora and Pandorans are both ridiculous. ] Fine, we can go pet the bunnies, or— I don't know. Buy... khakis. Whatever stuff Pandorans think we do. [ 'We' meaning normal people who live in places with sidewalks. ]

[Bunnies aren't skags, of course they're weird! What kind of pet doesn't want to also eat your face off? She makes a little face about how r u d e he's being (she heard that), but doesn't comment because she's just happy he's going along with it. It wouldn't be fun if she had to do this stuff alone.

She bumps him lightly with her hip, then just kind of steers him to cross the street here. What the fuck is jaywalking? There's a pet store across the street.] I thought I could try stuff on for you. [Like. Stuff.] Buuuut if you want khakis, we can totally buy khakis.

[ He can't push at her shoulder like this, so he just sort of nudges her with his arm and lets out a strangled laugh. She's not allowed to fluster him in public, he has a rep to maintain as a cool, aloof dude. Obviously. He's a bit concerned about how she just walks out into the street like that, but it's not that long of a walk and they don't die, so it's all right. He does resolve to lecture her about how civilized society works later, though. You can't just walk wherever you want, Fiona. ]

Come on, I already have khakis, who do you think I am. [ They're essential for a summertime professional wardrobe. His khakis probably have weird patterns and asymmetrical shit going on, though, nothing the J.Crew here sells. ] I don't know, I was just guessing with the khaki thing, I don't know what you wanna do. Get the "as seen on TV" experience? Do you want to go... look at some lawns? [ TOUCH GRASS, FIONA. ]

[She can't imagine him in khakis, it's too caszhj. What's next, cargo pants?? That is not elfin and corporate at all. She rolls her eyes at him, though okay, yeah, she is kind of excited about the lawns. But shut up, don't point it out.]

I don't know what to do with a lawn when there's snow. [Not that she knows what to do with a lawn when there isn't snow. Apart from look at it. Maybe she just wants to look at it, but that sounds dumb so she doesn't say so.] Is this like where you grew up? What do you do?

[ What to do with a lawn??? Jesus, does she think they roll around on them all day or something? He tries not to show his judgment on his face, but he can't help but raise an eyebrow and look at her a little pityingly. Oh, you little mermaid, you are so out of water. ]

Kind of? [ He waves his free hand back and forth in a "so-so" gesture. ] We had a lot more technology. But yeah, lawns and schools and non-man-eating pets and stuff. People played sports and stuff. I mean, I didn't... do that... so much. [ Being a basement dweller and all. ] But I don't know. We hung out, played games, that sort of thing, normal stuff. What do you do on Pandora for fun? Besides shoot at each other.

[Maybe??? Don't shame her, let her think this is a magical fantasy land of lawns and unicorns. Of course, Fiona is well within her rights to shame him for his unsportsmanlike ways; she furrows her brow a little, but doesn't actually comment about it. Instead, she steers him into the pet store, because they're still doing this, letting go of his arm so she can hold the door for him.]

Ummm. [What is this strange concept you call 'fun.'] You know. Practice stuff. [They're walking into a store, she's not going to talk about how she used to practice stealing for fun.] Cards. Not a lot of outdoor activities.

[ She's being such a gentleman, holding doors for him! He reaches for her arm again after he walks through, wrinkling his nose. Practice stealing, as if her garbage fire of a life could get any more depressing! Her upbringing is such a downer. While she was practicing stealing, he was probably playing the 700th expansion of World of Warcraft while his mom made him chicken nuggets. ]

Oh, my god, that is so sad. I'm actually sad right now.

[Oh my god, he's so clingy. She dutifully takes hold of his arm again once they're in the store, petting him a little to soothe his poor feelings of abandonment.]

Don't be sad, oh my god. It's fine. [She doesn't really know how to deal with pity, it's weird and she doesn't like it.] Now I roll around on piles of money for fun, I turned out okay.

[ It's not clinginess, it's the buddy system, what if he gets lost! Just kidding, it's clinginess. He takes a second to glance around at the cute, harmless pets, but it's not quite as novel to him as it probably is to her, so he decides to let her drag him to whatever bunnies she feels the need to touch. ]

When have you ever rolled around on a pile of money for fun. ...I mean, yes, that sounds awesome and I'm going to do it now, but when have you.

Um, every day of my life. [Obviously!! She hesitates in the entranceway for a second, not really sure where to go -- this is her first time in a pet store -- before she starts off toward the section labeled "small animals." Surely there will be bunnies here, she said she wanted bunnies.]

Sssspeaking of which, though. Yoouuu remember how... that thing happened to Felix but then it turns out it didn't happen, but I didn't bring him back with me anyway? [She's being intentionally vague, she can't just start talking about BOMBS and VAULT MONSTERS and TEN MILLION DOLLARS when they're trying to be on the down-low.]

Uhhhh.

[ He squints, uncertain. He doesn't want to say he doesn't know what she's talking about and look like an idiot, but also, what the fuck is she talking about. Use your words, Fiona. Rhys can at least figure out a little bit of what she's trying to say from context clues, but not her main point. ]

Ye— nnnn... maybe? Oh, my god, just whisper it.

[God, why isn't he psychic yet?? He's had so much time to work on this. She rolls her eyes, sighing, like it's such a hassle to be clear about what she's trying to say.] Okay, listen. I went to go meet with Felix. Annnd instead, there was an ECHO comm.

[She pauses to let go of him because there are bunnies here, and because this is the '90s, you can just kind of reach in the exhibit thing and pet them, obviously. I don't care, this is my shitty fluff thread, let me do what I want.]

Which -- doesn't matter, but the point is. Um. You know... all that money. [She glances up at him; she's touching a bunny, he can't get mad.] I have it.

[ He can't get mad at her if she's touching a bunny? When did this become a law! Admittedly, it's very cute, but still. He goes through a few different facial expressions, furrowing his brow and wrinkling his nose and frowning before he settles on raising his eyebrows. ]

Sooo... you've had ten million dollars this whole time. [ Was she trying to be subtle? Whoops. ] And you didn't think that was relevant to mention.

[Oh my god, he's so bad at this. She gives him a wide-eyed expression that translates to shut the fuck up, though it's pretty likely that nobody is even paying attention to them. It's a pet store in the middle of the afternoon, it's not like it's jumping.]

Nine. [Just saying. He's getting upset, so she picks up the bunny to amp up the cuteness. She's holding! A bunny!!!] But, uh... not really? It's not like it's worth anything outside Pandora.

[ Using bunnies to emotionally manipulate him, that's fucked up. It's kind of working, though, it's so hard to be mad when looking at a bunny face. ]

—Well, yeah, but. [ He has to look away from the bunny, this is too much. ] Some of that money is definitely mine. And I'm... assuming we're going to go back to Pandora eventually. Where that money would actually be worth something. And I could use it. For things.

[She kind of rubs her face on the bunny, though it's more for her benefit now since he's not looking. It's soft! She's totally getting one of these; she has decided that soft, non-bitey things are totally her speed.]

Um. [He has a point. She wasn't planning on giving any to him, as she feels she and Sasha earned it by being pawns in Felix's fucked-up double-con, but things are different now. She likes to kiss his face, for one.] I guess you could. Mister Atlas. [Of course he'd use money for business ventures, why would he use it for frivolous shit!!]

[ Wow, good, he definitely would have divorced her immediately had she refused to give him any, she would never have gotten to kiss his face ever again. His life got ruined because of that money!! He almost died!!! He ripped his own arm off!!!! He at least deserves a cool million for psychological trauma, you callous asshole.

He reaches over to pet the bunny's head because he's weak and it's cute. ] I could roll around in a pile of it, for one. Orrr, you know, the Atlas thing. It would probably be a good idea to turn that into an actual thing. [ It's surprisingly hard to support yourself on Pandora when your only job experience is with Hyperion, who knew. ] So. You took a long time to mention that. Were yooouuu... planning on telling me, at some point.

[The most she can give him is half her share, which is like two-point-five million?? Will that soothe his tender soul. (If he wants to give Vaughn half of that, that's his prerogative, but he seems to be pretty happy rolling around in the dirt playing bandit king, so. Fiona doesn't feel particularly beholden.) She probably can't both get off-planet and make a decent living for herself elsewhere, but at least Sasha will have enough to get out and that's the important thing.

She still feels a little cautious, as she doesn't particularly want to get into a passive-aggressive argument in the middle of a pet store, so she smiles tentatively and holds the bunny out so he can hold it. If he wants!!] It just didn't seem relevant, what with... everything else going on. [Vault monsters and Vaults, she means, but also the whole intergalactic peace corps thing.] I told you now.

[ They can get in a passive-aggressive argument in the middle of the street instead, if she wants. He frowns, but takes the bunny in his arms anyway; petting its soft fur is soothing, and he needs to be soothed now that she's finally coughing this up. ]

So... does that mean you were just going to take it all without telling me.

[Now that Rhys has her bunny, she reaches into the pen for another one. They are probably not supposed to be just manhandling the animals, but whatever, nobody has said anything to them yet.]

Umm... no...? [She's not even trying.] Okay -- no, I mean... I don't know. I didn't have time to think about it. But I'm not now, isn't that more important?

[ He rubs his face on it a little, too, but just because it's soft, not because she rubbed her face on it and he's copying her. He misses cute, non-violent animals so much, he's taking advantage of this one. This is such a weird conversation to have while holding a bunny, but he keeps stroking its fur to have something to do. ]

I mean, I would hope you wouldn't have to think about whether I deserved to know about the nine million dollars you had lying around after my entire life basically fell apart, but yeah, it's fine.

[ It is not fine. ]

[Maybe she'll get him the bunny. They can share it. Gortys II, their second child.

Meanwhile, he's being such a freakin' girl about this, it's ridiculous. Why can't he be like her and be open about his negative feelings?? And only his negative feelings. The only feelings that matter. She frowns at him a little and puts her bunny back in the pen so she can touch on his face (in public!!!).]

Don't get upset, [she murmurs lowly, stroking her thumb along his cheek.] I can split it with you once we get back. It's in my room.

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