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EVENT ★ I PREDICT A RIOT

I WANNA START A FIGHT

RIOTS

In the time between the quarantine and now, the virus has spread unnaturally rapidly, with the amount of the population infected estimated to be around 1.5% or approximately 3,750 people. Understandably, the panic has increased considerably. People who were taking the virus seriously before have begun to work themselves up into a frenzy, and even those who were calm are beginning to get anxious.

An infected teacher went on a violent rampage at the local elementary school yesterday, leading the school board to close all Woodhurst schools for the rest of the week while the entire staff is studied for symptoms. There’s no test for the Bristol virus, however, so it’s impossible to tell for sure. This, of course, worries the parents. The unrest starts with a protest at the school, calling for schools to be closed indefinitely until the quarantine is over for the safety of the children, but it doesn’t stop there.

Unrest turns to rioting before long; the majority of the riot is focused at city hall, where citizens are demanding answers, but there’s also mayhem at stores as the people of Woodhurst loot them, stocking up for what some assume is an impending apocalypse. Those who don’t believe this have locked themselves up in their homes not for protection from the infected but the rioters. Suffice it to say, most of the citizens out on the streets are of the slightly unstable variety, although some just found themselves caught up in the riots and became worked up by the crowd.

Local police forces -- including ALASTAIR agents posing as police officers -- have been dispatched to deal with the rioters at city hall. Rioters who attempt to leave the city are taken care of by officers sent by the federal government to enforce the quarantine.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

It might be a good idea to see what supplies can be found at the supermarkets, although you run the risk of getting attacked by a violent looter. The police won’t necessarily turn away anyone trying to keep order at city hall, but any supernatural powers will only incite the already violent crowd, so it’s recommended characters keep from utilizing their powers if they want to stay in one piece. Then, of course, there’s always the option to protect innocents who happen to be stuck out on the streets in the middle of the riots.

While the entirety of the police force is focused at the quarantine borders and outside city hall, now is possibly one of the only chances to get full access to buildings in the city. There are still some workers who haven’t been sent home and some of the buildings are locked up, but there are few police officers that can be spared to go check out a simple break-in.

Now is the time to search the city, if you're feeling brave. If you’re really ballsy, you can even try to slip in through the back door of city hall and go through their records. The only important building in town that’s not able to be searched is the hospital, which is incredibly busy due to the high number of people injured in the riots and traffic accidents.

Of course, just because rioters aren’t around doesn’t mean you’ll be left alone. There’s always a chance you’ll find yourself alone in a building with someone very hungry. Willing to take the chance?

Submit all CYOA choices to this thread.

OOC NOTES

The Bounty Board is now open! If you are looking for ways to get involved in this mission's optional objective, this is a good place to start. We’d also like to remind everyone that ALASTAIR does not invent cover stories for characters -- that’s all them! The only jobs they’ll help with getting are in the police force and government; everything else is up to characters to interview for.

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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[Fiona, being Pandoran, has obviously been in places similar to the grossness of a sewer, so she's not too bothered that this is where she currently is. Like, it's still gross, but. It could be worse. (It will probably get worse.)

She needs Rhys because he's her partner, but also because he has a built-in flashlight, though she may have glossed over the last part. And probably the first part too, but more because it's embarrassing than anything else.] Don't just-- shine it down. I need to see where I'm going, [she huffs over her shoulder, because obviously she's going first.]

[ Obviously she's going first; he's very hesitant about searching the fucking sewers in the first place. It sounded like a good idea, because that's where you always find the cool stuff in video games, but in video games you don't have to smell everything. Everything. He's too much of an uptown girl for this, there's a strong chance he'll be traumatized by the experience. ]

Don't worry, I can help you, I'll be your seeing eye dog. It's sewer, sewer, then oh, look, more sewer. [ He's feeling pissy; he's hungry and irritable and he's in the sewer, which would make him pissy even without the hungry and irritable thing. He shines a light in front of her anyway, though, because he's not a total asshole. ] What are we... looking for, exactly.

[This dumb, whiny little baby, she's gonna beat him up later. After she suggests he take a nap.] Do you need a nap? [There.

She doesn't punch him yet, though, because she does need his flashlight hand.] Clues. They say infected are living down here, which... you'd think even in the throes of slavering zombiism, you'd be aware of the smell.

[ She knew he was a dumb, whiny little baby before she had him come down here with her! It's her fault, she should have known better. And yes, he does need a nap, thanks for asking. ]

I'm mouthbreathing, that helps. [ Because talking about being a mouthbreather is something anyone should do ever??? Whatever, it does help. He furiously tries to wipe an unidentified substance off the heel of his shoe, looking disgusted in the prissiest way possible and falling behind in the process, then jogs a little to catch up. ] I mean. Living in the sewers is probably better than trying to eat people and-or getting shot for trying to eat people. So.

[She stops and waits for him to catch up when he falls behind. A little. She doesn't want to coddle him, obviously, but she also doesn't want to get stuck down here with no light source. Maybe she should invest in a flashlight herself or something instead of continually asking Lloyd to give her diamonds.]

Well. [She glances back to make sure he's fallen back into step, then continues.] If they're all jammed down here, it's only a matter of time before somebody gets eaten. --oh, don't step in that.

[ Not leaving him behind in a horrible, filthy sewer IS NOT CODDLING HIM. Jesus. He's used to her moving ahead and doing things without consulting him, but it's still annoying. Who died and made her leader of this sewer expedition! Not that he wants to be the leader of a sewer expedition, but it's the principle of the thing.

He stops, mid-step, and looks down. Carefully, he steps to the side, around the sewer gunk. ] I hate everything about this. [ This isn't a fun date, Fiona!!! This isn't where you take a classy lady (AKA him). ] Sooo, you're not worried that the people getting eaten will be us?

[IT'S PRETTY CODDLING, she needs to let him spread his baby bird wings and fly. She doesn't really know what a classy date is like, meanwhile, though she also does not consider this a date -- this is business! He is her partner both in making out and in business, sorry, that's what happens when she is minus one (1) baby sister.]

Please. [It's a very good argument, see how much you can't argue against it.] We have, like, main character immunity. We're not going to get eaten, that's only going to happen to the locals.

[ """Business,""" his kind of business doesn't take place in the sewers! If she wants them to be business partners, there's gotta be chrome offices and pinstripes involved. She can't see him, but he rolls his eyes dramatically anyway, scoffing. ]

What, you saying that just made us the background characters! It's like saying what could go wrong, saying nothing bad is going to happen definitely means something bad's going to happen. We're the minor characters who get killed at the beginning of the movie now, thanks a lot. But hey, what could go wrong!

[I just got super distracted looking up pinstripe suits with cleavage windows and the answer is there are none. Anyway, she's gonna slap him. Just plain slap him.]

If you don't settle the hell down, I'm going to leave you down here. You're being much bitchier than usual -- [She stops talking because there's something weird ahead, some abrupt change in the tunnel's infrastructure, and she cautiously slows her pace.] Is that a cave-in...?

[ He doesn't appreciate being criticized for a totally valid reason, screw her. Still, they're down here already; if they're going to die, they're going to die. He crosses his arms petulantly but stops bitching, just trailing behind her silently because otherwise he will complain. When she stops, he stops, then steps forward to shine the flashlight on it. ] You're the one who literally lived in a cave, you tell me.

[She lives in a city a cave, thank you, not a sewer! Maybe she should have said sewer-in. Anyway, she squints at whatever it is that's blocking their way, quiet for a few seconds as she tries to parse exactly what she's looking at. It's just a weird build-up of something, she has no idea.]

Whatever it is, we can squeeze by it. [The middle isn't fully clogged by FAT yet.] Come on.

Ew. [ He grimaces. ] I feel like your first reaction to an unidentified substance should not be moving closer to it. [ But she's clearly not turning back and he's too scared to make his way back alone because he's a huge tittybaby, so he swallows thickly and nudges her forward with a pat on the back. ] You first.

You need to get out more. This is old hat for Pandora. [How she hasn't been horribly mutated by casually strolling into Eridium runoff is a mystery.

She lets him nudge her because of course she is going first, there was no question, carefully moving through the middle opening of the blockage. It's literally just a bunch of lard, it's gross, but at least she manages not to touch any of it. She might hose down her boots later, though.

Turning back around to look at him, she spreads her arms out.] Look, I survived.

[ He absolutely does not need to get out more, he gets out the perfect amount. Her going through isn't very comforting — he'd hoped she would touch it first, but she didn't, plus he's much bigger! He can't squeeze through as easily — but he squeezes his eyes shut and works his way through, emitting some horrible noise the entire time. ]

Ohhhh, my god, I touched it. I'm, just. Give me a second, I might puke. Is it in my hair? Check my hair. Are you checking?

I'm -- hold on, you're too tall -- I'm checking. [She has to stand on her toes and push on his shoulders so she can see, but she's checking. She doesn't answer, just brushes away some gross stuff that is definitely in his hair and lowers herself back down.] Nope. Gunk-free. You did it, congratulations.

[She pauses, placing her hand on his chest and peering up at his face as best she can in this lighting.] Are you okay? --don't puke on me.

[ He feels that gunk-brushing, he knows she lied. Truthfully, though, he wouldn't have wanted to touch it to get it out of his hair in the first place, so she really did him a favor; for that reason, he doesn't harp on her about it. Rhys needs someone in his life who will touch gross stuff for him, it's important.

He takes a moment to fend off the puking, then answers, ] Yeah, no, I'm fine. Just. Traumatized for life, probably. [ Not. He's being a drama queen, as per uszhe. ]

[Designated gunk-toucher Fiona, what an honor. She knits her brow a little, since obviously he is not fine, but whatever, he'll live. She pats him on the chest, then reaches for his normal hand so she can pull him along. They are On Mission and she usually likes to be all business then, but they're also alone down here so she can hold his dumb giraffe hands if she wants.

And then they found a disgusting sleeping bag and a big pack of humans and ran out of here and cried, the end.]

Edited 2017-03-28 02:31 (UTC)

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