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Hathaway. ([personal profile] futurologists) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2017-02-10 05:55 pm

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.
riastraid: (zbw03)

lancer | ota

[personal profile] riastraid 2017-02-11 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
RETROVIRUS + SCHOOL CROSSING
[ The infection's spread, but it's still a relatively small sliver of the population—the first problem with finding samples is finding some trouble. And it's not going to be at the with the police and normal, angry people.

A. But around the more subdued corners of Woodhurst, the atmosphere still gets tense. Just a different kind. Middle-class folks unused to the disruptions start to hole up, and this particular street doesn't have the usual people out gardening, no ice cream truck blaring out any tinny tunes, or people out gabbing with their neighbors. It's quiet. And then there's that one house, its door ajar and busted at the hinges despite all the paranoia flying around.

Lancer stops to nudge whoever's come along for the ride, pointing it out. ]


Oh, hey. That looks promising.

[ B. ...And then there's the school, which is guaranteed to be pretty fucked up. Which is sad, but what can you do. Lancer's already (literally) dragging a bulky, unconscious guy around by the shirt cuff as he looks for something to carry some samples with, rifling through the nurse's office and apparently heedless of the other infected down the hallway. Or maybe he's just just ignoring them for now—one problem at a time. ]

HOMEWARD BOUND
[ Being the Fiercesome Hunter that he is, tracking a bunch of animals down should be way easier than this. Except it's not a forest, it's a suburban sprawl, and it's not tracking a deer rooting around for ivy so much as small, sneaky cats and rabbits that startle easily enough that they'll brain themselves against a wall. Presumably, the shelter prefers to receive its tenants alive.

A. And so he has two dog leashes in his right hand, a hungry ball python that's clamped down and wrapped around the other, and a small box (with air holes, no worries) that's making some mysterious skittery noises tucked under one arm. Sufficed to say, he's full-up. If anyone looks his way, he's already exasperated as he humbly requests— ]


Can you carry this one?

[ Any of them. Please. ]

[ B. Alternatively, there are now like, half a dozen rabbits running towards you in a furry mob. Lancer's shouts follow a second later. ] Hey—! Stop 'em!

CATNAPPED + SEWAGE ADVENTURES
[ With the tension comes the rumors, nervous chatter that gets conflated and feeds back into the loop of anger and anxiety. But maybe there's merit to some of it—maybe it really isn't safe under the streets. (Why would anyone go into the sewers anyway?)

But whether or not the tunnels are actually hiding a writhing mass of angry infected or not, it also supposedly has this one guy's cat. Which probably doesn't deserve threat of death via disease-addled John Doe. Whether it's to investigate a lead or a cold trail for Eloise, the dark, narrow paths make it hard to miss anyone else wandering around. Also, he's not exactly keeping his voice down, scowling pointlessly into the dark as he hops down into another tunnel. ]


We're gonna smell like shit for weeks. [ Literally. Literally!! This is awful, just terrible. ] Why couldn't this guy have locked himself in the flower store— [ Another noise rumbles in the distance. ]

RIOTS
[ The riot's violence swells with the crowd's mood, surging at the slightest provocation; in the worst of the flare-ups, A. anyone looking a little claustrophobic might get a friendly yank out of the riot mosh pit before a bottle comes hurtling their way. ] I think that's our cue to get going.

[ Or, B. said bottle swings into his face, because life's a bitch and then you get infected and die. ]

WILDCARD
[ Feel free to adjust any of the above to your liking, or hit me up with something new, OR gimme a location/bounty and I'll come up with a new prompt! ]
keystaff: (But watching you)

Sakura Kinomoto l Cardcaptor Sakura

[personal profile] keystaff 2017-02-12 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
School:

[Sakura figures she could be one of the few to get away with heading to the school, given her age and attendance there herself. That automatically gives her an excuse if someone were to see her and ask what she was doing there. So she hopes. She sneaks in, lips pursed in her nervousness, but still determined to try help getting some answers about the virus.

She starts out with the staff room, but doesn't seem to find anything of note there, so moves on to the classrooms. Specifically, the one the teacher who had been mentioned earlier. Sakura bites her lip as she searches, trying to find any sort of clue. There is one note in the rubbish that says something about having seen the teacher eat raw meat, which Sakura pockets, but otherwise she can't seem to find anything else.

It's as she was then about to leave and try see if she could find any more answers elsewhere that she runs into another child. Sakura's about to ask if they're okay, if they know they shouldn't be here, but it's obvious something is wrong. Sakura screeches, barely managing to trap it in the bathroom to catch her breath and then try find help. Anyone else in the school likely heard her at least from that, if not noticed her sneaking around between the buildings and classrooms.]


Aftermath:

[Sakura can be found heading back home afterwards, to where she stays with Reika and Julius, perhaps almost close to tripping in her haste as she sprints. She has the note in her hand as she hurries, likely easily too fast to stop if someone else approaches from the other direction.]
Edited 2017-02-12 04:01 (UTC)
paintjobs: (vroom motherfuckas)

Knock Out | ota

[personal profile] paintjobs 2017-02-12 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ i: the getaway car ]

[ To Knock Out’s great satisfaction, he’s finally figured out how to get back to his proper body again. And just in time, too — things are getting nasty. He’d hate to still be one of those squishy skinjobs, still worried about infection.

Still, though, he doesn’t plan to quite entirely abandon efforts. So that’s why there’s a flashy red luxury car parked on one of the streets along the riots, darkly tinted windows giving no indication of whether or not there’s any driver or passenger. But there must at least be a driver, from the way it occasionally pulls out and finds a new parking spot, right?

Any ALASTAIR agents caught in a tight spot with an angry rioter or infected person might find a sudden ping on their magitek from username Doc Knock:
]

Seems like you could use a hand.



[ ii: item fetch quest ]

[ There’s a similar situation at one of the grocery stories, currently suffering an onslaught of looters and panicking crowds. This time the car is prowling through the parking lot, lurking closer to the store only to pull back again. There are shopping carts everywhere in this parking lot, and he’s already nearly been grazed once. This is not a paintjob-frietndly place to be.

This time any recruits, as identified by their pings on the magitek network (he’s still pretty bad with faces, sorry) will get another network message sent by Doc Knock:
]

You don’t look busy. Mind if I ask a favor?



[ iii: in need of a hero ]

[ And finally, there is the unpleasant fact that the snow in Woodhurst has not been cleared away in all the streets, and the snowplow drivers almost definitely have more to worry about than whether the streets are in good order.

And Aston Martins are not exactly built for snow.

So Knock Out finds himself stuck in an intersection in one of the residential areas, tires squealing in deepening ruts in the snow. He tries backing out with no luck, tries to surges forward, and gets caught again. It’s… a little embarrassing. It’s not like he can just unfold into his root mode here, in the middle of a town. So he’s just… stuck. And the small crowd starting to gather at the end of the street, watching him, don’t look especially friendly.
]


[ iiiv: the (incredibly smug) text sent to all roommates: ]

It looks like I won't be needing my room anymore. Feel free to use it as storage. Good luck with the virus.
Edited 2017-02-12 05:14 (UTC)
fateality: (pick a card)

Twisted Fate | OTA

[personal profile] fateality 2017-02-12 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
♠ i will give you silver and i will give you gold | all that glitters pawn shop

[Well, considering all of the rioting, it was probably only a matter of time.

Twisted Fate had conned the original owner of the shop out last week to dig his fingers into holding onto it for himself -- and turning a much better profit for himself. It was fun for a short while, increasing his income and living comfortably, and utterly satisfied on how he tricked the man out of ownership.

But arriving today, he's unpleasantly found the windows shattered, and several items inside missing. Anything that could be considered a weapon was already moved into the back sometime go by Fate, but many of the useful electronics and tools has been since taken.]


Hmm.

[Twisted Fate puts his hands into his pockets, nudging some of the shattered glass aside with a steel-toed boot.

One of the locals, a heavyset man, hesitates nearby, then says:

Oh. Is, uh. Is poker night going to happen, or...?

Fate cracks a smile.]


We'll see. I'll keep you posted.

[Normally, he wouldn't say no to a game, but he supposes things are getting a little more grim around here.]


♣ network; text

So far as I can figure, healing magic doesn't work on the infected. Bad news, but I thought I'd just save the rest of you any trouble in case you had that kind of power.

Other than that, how's everyone else holding up?



♥ wildcard, baby

[Hit me up with your own prompt, or message me at [plurk.com profile] albaaulbath or PM me if you'd like me to come up with something more personalized!]
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sonia nevermind | semi-open

[personal profile] assent 2017-02-12 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As a note, I am not doing an entirely ota option this time due to how being in the open while this is going on is going to be for her, though I do have one prompt for the riots it'll be a limited thing for 2-3 people. After that I will be sticking to wildcard options.

Also note that many of these threads come with spoiler warnings for danganronpa 2!

If you want to do something specific, please hit me up at [plurk.com profile] serves so we can work something out! I just didn't want to have 35834853489 threads the same. ]
Edited 2017-02-12 17:29 (UTC)

Mettaton | Undertale [OTA]

[personal profile] ex_mettacrusher33 2017-02-12 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[I: Woodhurst Watch HQ]
[No matter what you do to prepare or mentally steel yourself, there's always this singular sensation of numbness that overcomes you when things finally start to unravel. Maybe it's a survival instinct. Maybe it's to keep yourself smiling when you hear about the school, the one you know a small, kind human is in, possibly trapped in. Maybe it's to keep yourself making jokes when another temp breaks down sobbing over the photocopier, wailing about her little brother. Maybe it's to keep laughing when the riots break out around your apartment. When the new soundtrack to your life is the screams and cries of every human around you.

It's strange, and Mettaton's sure to push it aside later, but the numbness mixed with a feeling of helplessness, the overwhelming atmosphere of certain death and panic and fear seems... familiar, somehow.

He ends up back at "work" a few hours after the boss called the day off due to the riots and ill staff. It's a mess inside, but the power hasn't been shut off, thankfully. Hideous fluorescent lights flicker to life with the flip of a switch and it's off to rifling through the desks of his coworkers for any signs of foul play. That's usually what it is in these situations, isn't it? That's the only theory he had that's stuck in his head, anyway.

Someone did this on purpose. Someone has to have done this on purpose.

There's a crash out in the hall while he's in the middle of prying open a locked desk drawer. Mettaton pulls himself away quickly enough to spot movement - a person - through the blinded window of the editor's office. ...He's never been the self-sacrificing type of person. The world needs more stars than it needs corpses, after all. He's much stronger at entertaining, at comforting, than he ever will be at protecting. If he can be bested by a human child, one he already assessed as weak, then what does that say about his chances of survival?

...he peers out into the hallway anyway. How very "bad horror movie" of him.

It is a human. An infected human. He knows her. Shelly, or Shelia, or Sandra. Last week, she was complaining to him about needing to speak up more. You'll never get anywhere with an attitude like that, Sebastian, she said. She's lumbering now, large and moaning nonsense to herself. With a sort of clarity she shouldn't have, she locks eyes with him and stares.

His dread spirals into his core and hangs there like a weight. He steels himself, electricity arching between his fingers. He doesn't need to kill her. Just stun her. She's just sick...

She turns her back to him and walks away, disinterested.

...huh.

Relieved and a touch offended, Mettaton goes back what he was doing. He pulls open the locked drawer with all the ease of a man made entirely of metal and starts to flip through the folders inside. Oh... this is interesting.

He's much too busy pouring over the information and broadcasting what he finds to care much about any other noises in the building. The infected literally will not bother him. Any other humans are either rioters or teammates. Maybe he's not the best at going straight into danger, but kicking his feet onto this desk and continuing to let this numbness fuel him into a sort of helpful calm... Well. He can do that.]


[Wildcard! Hit me up on PM or at [plurk.com profile] clockmongler if you want to plan out a closed prompt.]
Edited (GODDAMN IT) 2017-02-12 23:05 (UTC)
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Arima Kishou | ota!

[personal profile] prodigism 2017-02-12 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompt 1: Library ota!

[ The riots are troublesome not unexpected. To Arima this sort of happenstance is easy to predict when you saw the infected and how they react. To him they reminded him of ghouls on the verge of starvation. It’s no surprise then to see him carrying around a suitcase for whatever reason he hasn’t made known. The library is eerily quiet and devoid of life, much to his relief. Fight or having to kill isn’t a problem for him, but it made it harder when there were lots of people around to see it. At least here he can try to find any details on the history of this place. The archives might have something?! But he’s not holding his breath. Upon further inspection he’ll find this from one of the librarians. Not really sure what to make of it, he’ll leave the library possibly encountering anyone else as well. But the sewers will be his next go to place to investigate.

Prompt 2: Sewers closed to Haise

[ This sure does bring back some memories, especially going in with Haise of all people. But he can certainly depend on his subordinate to have his back and he knows for sure that Haise is capable in closed quarter combat so he’ll be an invaluable help for their investigation. ]

We don’t know how many are in there so be on guard. [ Not that he really has to tell the other this. Ghouls have better eyesight then humans anyway, especially himself given his current health, but he can still fight in the dark. He doesn’t need his eyes to see as his other senses have all but made up for his current failings. But even still knowing what he knows that Arima looks a bit more serious than usual. ]

Prompt 3: Riots ota!

[ A So for anyone who needs it, Arima will provide assistance to those in danger or trouble from the rioting crowds around them. Should he need it he can pretty much take down whoever tries to take a swing at him. He won’t kill them but subduing them is his main focus unless they’re infected.

B Or you can help him out as an unruly man tries to stab him with a broken glass bottle. Maybe it’s due to all the commotion and he can’t quite hear as well but Arima looks totally unaware of what’s about to happen to him. ]


Prompt 4: Wildcard!

[ If any other prompt or bounty suits your fancy feel free to ping me at [plurk.com profile] pathogenic for private plottings! ]
figureitout: (◐ the sun will be guiding)

stiles stilinski ◐ open & closed prompts

[personal profile] figureitout 2017-02-12 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( here are two open prompts for people to hit up, as well as all the closed starters for planned threads! if you want something specific, hit me up over at [plurk.com profile] celen for plots, or just wildcard it, i'll work with any location!

also, if you want to turn the sewers prompt into either of the sewer-related bounties, feel free! c: his cyoa was sewers-related as well and may feature in the threads in some way.
)
predomination: wait. WHAT YEAR IS IT??? (⚛ zydrate comes in a little glass vial)

urahara kisuke ⚛ closed and wildcard prompts

[personal profile] predomination 2017-02-13 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[closed prompts again (I'm so sorry), but bearing in mind that Urahara is seeking nonhuman volunteers here if you would like me to write you a starter for that! Or any starter. Or if you want to wildcard me, yourself.

As always you can contact me by PM or [plurk.com profile] quasigina
Edited 2017-02-13 00:58 (UTC)
slapfight: (△ WE HAVE CHILLI BEANS)

peridot → OTA

[personal profile] slapfight 2017-02-13 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
a. so what i'm still a rock star

[once Peridot realizes that LAWLESS ANARCHY has broken out, she takes advantage of this fact by sneaking into unmanned stores and... trying to steal. Mostly, she's too small and weak to get anything of real value (without drawing attention to herself with her metal powers ugh, it would be so EASY if she could use them), but while sneaking around one store, rabid with looters, she spots IT. the holy grail.

the Casio labelmaker, just as beautiful as it is on the TV.

without preamble, she grabs her prize and runs headlong through the crowd, clutching it to her chest like a firstborn, even if... no one is going to fight her for a labelmaker during the zombie apocalypse.

but even so, once she's back on the street, she is just SO PROUD of her prize. and laughing like a lunatic.]



b. slime beneath me- oooh- slime up above.

[go into the sewers to hunt for clues, she thought. that seems like a great place for an inorganic to take a chance on finding out what secrets lie in the depths... and yet inorganic or not, sewers smell and are gross and full of human... excrement. Euch.

against better judgment she's turned off her cloaking device. if any infected are cognizant of her appearance being strange, their opinions won't matter, because they're slowly losing their minds anyway, and without the cloaking device on, she can use the flashlight in her gem to light her way.]


Euch... This is what eating and expelling gets you, humanity. You'd think you would've evolved past this.

[a sudden clatter causes her to whirl around, her gem lighting the area around her as she turns this way and that, trying to find where the sound came from.] Who's there? Don't come any closer until you identify yourself or I'll be forced to use extreme... force!
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fiona / wildcard + closed

[personal profile] cachemoney 2017-02-13 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ just doing closed prompts this time, but feel free to wildcard me with a starter of your choice! or hit me up through PM or [plurk.com profile] bloodmoney if you want me to write you a starter instead. ]

Haise Sasaki | Tokyo Ghoul:re

[personal profile] ex_adept136 2017-02-13 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
I. Escort Mission
[As a member of the Woodhurst police department, it's no surprise to find Haise there in the middle of the fray. Even if he weren't, those who know him well enough would find his presence to be expected. He moves with an unnatural swiftness through the angry throng, seizing weapons and knocking over would-be assailants, which encourages some to back off and leave.

Mildly surprising at best, but what's far more so is the sound of a child's wailing cutting in over the din of scuffles and looting. It forces Haise to pause in his tracks before he hurries off in the direction the sound came from, making straight for a child crying atop a vehicle penned in by the mob of rioters around it.

A quick look tells him that there's no parent to be seen, which leaves him purshing his way through the crowd to reach out to the little girl]


Come on, let's get you someplace safe-

[Which is about the time somebody hits his back with a golf club. Today is going to be such a good day]

II. Mall Mauling
[Screams are fast becoming the means by which Haise figures out where he ought to be going. While he's primarily been attempting to do damage control outside City Hall, a short distance away a strip mall erupts into chaos. By the time he gets there, the reasons are very clear, and there are eight of them.

Civilians scramble as employees chase them out of stores like wild dogs, and he's too late to stop one from tackling a woman to the ground and biting down on her throat. Remorse surges through him and he swallows it down hard, rushing forward to knock over the next infected person he sees snapping after someone]


No more.

[He growls those two words, throwing his arm out to clothesline another infected worker who'd nearly grabbed a woman fleeing past him. They're quick to get back up and center their focus on him, and Haise can't help some small, wry amusement at the thought that ghouls are an acceptable substitute for humans here. He raises his fists, apparently intending to fight them barehanded]

Just so you know, I taste awful.

III. Rest Stop
[Even with his regenerative abilities, Haise eventually finds himself exhausted. No matter how much of a dent he tries to put in the frenzied mob outside, he isn't able to deter them all. He's covered with blood from cuts that have long since closed, but bruises linger on his skin still yet as his body sluggishly attempts to repair itself.

The day has demanded too much, and he's given himself too little. It's for this reason that he reluctantly withdraws to the safe haven he and Lucina have made of a storage shed, where some townspeople are still gathered. He's hunkered down in a corner near the doorway, allowing himself a little rest as he keeps guard.

Eventually, when most of them have drifted into uneasy slumber, he tugs a phial of some strange liquid from his pocket and pops the cap open. Whatever it is, he drinks it quickly, making a sour face afterward. Never in his brief life has he enjoyed "stew" and this is his first time consuming it in the company of others since his days as prisoner 240.

To an onlooker, it's liable to seem like he just bit into a lemon]


IV. Wildcard
[Want to hit up a bounty, or do anything else? Throw a prompt my way]
Edited 2017-02-13 06:31 (UTC)
secondnature: (TELL ME STUFF)

keith | ota

[personal profile] secondnature 2017-02-13 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
the riot act

[There is no part of Keith that has the skill to calm down an entire group of people from doing violent stuff. If anything, he knows his skill rests in making things worse—so he has to adjust. He avoids helping with the riots at first, checking out the sewer for the first time, but then it's back to ... society. And society right now is pretty messed up.

But Keith knows that he can't just sit by and do nothing. What had he told Peter? That he could protect people? Yeah, that's the idea, but he doesn't have Shiro or Sonia's knack for actually doing that with a calming voice.

What he does have is a nearly fearless ability to keep going to stop stuff from happening. So, that's what he sets out to do. Most of his energy is focused on protecting innocent bystanders getting swept up, but the rioters are definitely the type of people who will turn on each other, especially when it comes to looting. That's the other place where Keith will intervene. Rudely, even. If they can't play nice, then they can't get stuff at all.

It's likely that Keith ... is going to pick a few fights himself. And he might need some help with that or with protecting innocents.]


back into the sewers

Hey—Audentes, right? Can you help me? [Keith knows everyone is riled up, so he's careful to wave and get someone's attention. He doesn't seem to be good at it, but after angering Ahad one time and leading to one of the most extended miscommunications he's ever had, he's decided to try to phrase himself differently. (See, he's learning! He's learning!)]

I found some stuff in the sewers. I'd like to go back in.

[ooc: I'm open to doing whatever for the sewers! I'd like to work toward the specific bounty for it, though!]
Edited 2017-02-13 19:42 (UTC)
competing: (152!)

lance | ota

[personal profile] competing 2017-02-15 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc; so lance rolled a critical fail in his attempts to do some damage control at the schools, meaning he is going to end up being NECK DEEP in infested. quite luckily, though, his effectiveness was a pretty good roll, so while things will get dicey, they shouldn't get too bad...

if you'd like to assume that lance contacted your character for back up/help as an excuse for them to be at the schools, please feel free to! also, if none of these prompts strike your fancy, feel free to plot with me via PM or [plurk.com profile] emotes and we'll work something out! c: )

A. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
[ early morning one weekday finds lance knee-deep in a handful of elementary school kids — thankfully not literally. he had a feeling, some nagging thing in his gut telling him there would be a couple of stubborn parents out there who would still send their kids to school (and a couple more who have their hands tied with jobs and can't help but), so he had gone down to see what the situation was. lo and behold, despite none of the news technically saying the schools were closed, many have chosen not to show up...

and the ones that did quickly about-faced upon realizing the school was far from safe.

but not everyone managed to get out. which is why you might find lance currently attempting to corral seven children (ages ranging from five, whom he is currently carrying with his free arm, to ten) down an empty hallway. he's got all their hands linked, with the eldest bringing up the rear. but while the situation itself is tense, the sounds currently filling the halls are of — singing? with lance, of course, taking point. ]


One more time, from the top! Thhhheeeeeeeeeeee wheels on the bus go round and rou—

This is so dumb, [ groans the seven year old, pouting from his spot in the middle of the chain. ] We're not even on a bus!

That's why it's called imagination, Jeremy.

Yeah, Jeremy, [ says the five year old in lance's arms, who has now officially become his favorite btw. ]


B. MIDDLE SCHOOL
[ another day, another school. lance's luck isn't getting any better, but he's thankful he decided to check the middle school this evening like he had. supposedly, everyone should have gone home for the day, those daring few who decided to tempt fate by coming in in the first place. but there had been one who stayed, possibly because home isn't really an option anymore, and, despite lance's best efforts, he cannot get her to move from her spot curled up on the floor, back pressed against the corner of what had once been her homeroom. ]

Hey, come on... we can't stay here.

[ he shares a look with you in the darkened room, quick and concerned. but when he turns his attention back to the girl — she couldn't have been older than thirteen — he's back to smiling in encouragement. ]

It's not so bad out there, I promise...

L-Liar, [ the girl sniffles loudly, curling further into her self. ]


C. HIGH SCHOOL
[ if there's one thing that's multiuniversal, it seems to be this: teenagers are stupid.

maybe reckless is the more appropriate term, because lance is hesitant to refer to what was clearly a genuine attempt on a trio of local kids to take action into their own hands and Be Heroes as stupid... even if it is extremely, extremely poor in judgment.

(then again, what can he say for himself right now?) ]


Look, little man, [ there's probably only a couple of years of difference in age between him and the teen he's turned to, but whatever! details! ] I'm gonna need you to stop throwing yourself at every Infected we see, okay? You're giving my partner an aneurysm over here.

[ at this point he will gesture towards you, whether or not you actually care, but someone's gotta be the scapegoat here okay, and that person just so happens to be you. ]

Dude, chill — I saw a movie just like this! I know what I'm doing.

[ it's a good thing lance is so busy checking around the corners of the halls, otherwise he'd probably be dying of second-hand embarrassment right now. ]
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olivia | ota

[personal profile] winces 2017-02-15 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc; as a head's up — olivia has healing and empathy powers courtesy of alastair. her healing can only alleviate the symptoms of the infected much in the same way physical affection can, and only to those who are not too far gone, while her empathy (specifically, her ability to alter and remove emotions) essentially act as tranquilizers, temporarily neutralizing any infected.

if none of these prompts float your boat, feel free to plot something out with me via PM or [plurk.com profile] emotes )

( riots )
[ the riots are, as expected, utter chaos. but while regrettable and unfortunate, one can make good use of chaos if they think to. for example, it's quite easy for someone of fairly small stature and light feet to slip between bodies, using the very magic alastair had carefully warned them against in the beginning of this mission.

really, though, alastair only has themselves to blame for giving her these powers in the first place. luckily, they are neither flashy nor overtly complicated... unless one were paying enough attention...

a) HEALING | among the growing unrest in the riots, injuries are not at all uncommon. whether law enforcement or rioter, bodies bruise and bleed and break. olivia weaves through the crowd as inconspicuously as possible, pausing only when she comes across an injured person. she does not stay for very long, however, lingering only just enough to heal as best as she can before moving on. she does fairly well for herself, really, going by undetected, until a hand suddenly grabs out from the crowd, wrapped tight around her wrist to stop her.

is it you? is it a rowdy rioter caught up in the violence and mayhem? is it a desperate mother begging olivia to help her son, all but dragging her away from the riot towards her home?

b) EMPATHY | hunger is, unfortunately, not an emotion. amusement, however, is. whether or not you had any warning before hand, all of a sudden you will find that the infected who had been chasing after you or cornering you is now suddenly doubling over in pure, unadulterated laughter. not long after, you will feel a tug on your arm or a push at your back, and olivia's very insistent, Go! ringing in your ears as she pulls or pushes you along.

c) EXHAUSTION | all work and no play makes for one very passed out oliva. it's quite inconvenient, really, how powers based primarily on will power, concentration, and energy could zap someone of their strength and consciousness so easily. do you find her on the street, dangerously close to where the action is? or perhaps you manage to see it happen for yourself, miraculously reaching her in time before head hits pavement? either way, once you wake her, she will do her best to assure you she is Quite Alright (tm). ]
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open & closed.

[personal profile] gutpunching 2017-02-15 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
it's all fun and games until. ("hot zone for teacher".)

[a. All gallows humor about zombie viruses aside, the decreasingly elusive reality of the Bistol virus is chilling. For every locked-down and hunkered-down group of scared civilians, there's a building that's empty, windows shattered, inhabitants spilled onto the streets in anger or protest or fear—or just plain madness.

In this case, it's a school shut down with a handful of students and staff still inside, cops setting up a perimeter outside in a tense standoff. The police are being unhelpful, mostly because they're too overwhelmed with keeping the peace on the streets and deliberating strategies and trying to get in touch with superiors through clogged phone lines to move quickly. Wasting time.

So, time to take some more immediate measures, probably. It's nothing too dangerous—just a flashbang hidden in a trash can, only big enough to make some noise and startle some nearby rubberneckers into shouts and scatters and give the keyed up cops something to focus on. And it works—draws lots of attention from the already skittish security when it goes off with a bang. If you're a bystander (or an undercover ALASTAIR cop) who can resist the draw of a loud noise and pay attention to the rest of the street, you'll notice that one of your teammates has decided to use this distraction to hop the barricade as soon as the opportunity arises. If you're following, you better be quick about it.
]

OR b.

[Once inside, first glance of the school is echoey and bare, but not empty. There's a telling trail of smashed windows, scattered supplies, dented lockers. A bright smear of blood outside the cafeteria door that only foreshadows the rattling of pans inside.

But any eager good Samaritans get themselves pulled back by the metaphorical collar before they can spring to help. Or the literal one, if necessary. Pitched low, soas not to carry through the empty halls and the cracked door—
]

Hold up, lets not ring the dinner bell right away.

c. whatever doesn't kill you. (bonus end-of-log bs.)

[Much later in the days upon days of destabilization and rioting, in a bout of rare calm between the increasing incidents and the preparations and the investigations, Jason is perched on the back of a park bench and rolling an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

He hasn't smoked in years. Going cold turkey is real easy when you don't have a choice in the matter. But in another life, he'd picked up the habit way too early—largely because it was a quick and easy thing to boost and a convenient way to take the edge off an appetite while he was still on the streets.

Old habits die hard, especially those borne of survival. Those same impulses had him pocketing a pack off a ransacked newspaper stand while picking through the looting and the aggressive crowds without thinking about it overmuch. Now, with nothing to occupy himself and that familiar gnawing feeling starting to creep back into his awareness in a way that starts to be distracting, he's remembered it's there.

Mostly he looks not unlike someone who's trying to convince himself to quit all over again—apparently deep in thought about something, climbing the cigarette restlessly over his fingers like a coin. But no lighter in sight.
]

OR AS ALWAYS : wildcard me, or feel free to toss a location/bounty at me and I'll start us off with something a little more specific to you.
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Achilles

[personal profile] heelies 2017-02-16 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Closed prompts to follow. Please do not hesitate to contact me at [plurk.com profile] whaleen to plot something! I will be happy to write a scenario just for you!]
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sigma

[personal profile] 12inches 2017-02-23 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
1. 1990s Retrovirus
[ So you agreed to help this dude collect samples from crazy people. Or rather, the obviously infected. So to be safe, crazy people. Which is proving to be much easier said than done, considering the crazy people had a habit of either being arrested or skittering off into hiding god-knows-where. But at least following the violence nets more results than wandering at random. ]

[ After skirting around one such altercation with the law and chasing one of the twitchier escapees down a dead end alleyway, Sigma pauses at the mouth, backpack full of supplies half swung off his shoulder. ]

So, think we can still ask her nicely?

[ The grin goes weak about as quickly as his enthusiasm, but his resolve stays firm. This is probably the last thing he wants to be doing right now, but probably one of the most important. ]

2. What's New Pussycat
[ So after turning up mostly empty-handed in the sewers, Achilles might have had enough, but not Sigma. According to the mayor, there's still something more important down here. And they've cased such a wide range of sewer already, there can't be that many more places to hide, can there? (There absolutely can. Cities are huge and winding.) ]

[ He's devolved from wandering in silence to tutting and clicking his tongue around corners, occasionally crumpling one of Pepper's treat bags in his pocket. Even if Eloise was held down or caged up, hopefully she'd squirm enough to cause a racket. She'd have to. They're like cat remote controls. ]

[ But after what feels like hours, a rustle up ahead that finally feels like a bite on his audible lure is immediately snuffed out by the faintest sound of footsteps from behind. Hopefully (against all odds) it's a friend. Otherwise that emphatic shushing gesture is gonna look silly next to that even more emphatic crowbar raised to strike. ]

3.
[[ as always, hit me up with anything else/lmk if you want to do something else. ]]