EVENT ★ (ABOUT) 28 DAYS LATER

[futurologists]

GENERAL HOSPITAL All signs point to the hospital having something to do with the virus, though further investigation is required in order to find exactly what is going on. The hospital is average sized, with contemporary facilities and equipment, and is usually considerably cleaner than it is now. The constant flow of injuries coming in -- from riots, attacks, and accidents that are happening from just sheer panic -- have filled the hospital to the brim. Many staff are too over-exhausted to show up to work, and those that remain are nearly to the breaking point. Due to the overall confusion and chaos, now might be an opportune time to quietly sneak behind the scenes . . . ON THE INSIDE The waiting room is crowded and there aren't enough staff people to go around. If you snag yourself a lab coat or some scrubs, you should be able to just waltz right in if you look harried enough to go unnoticed. Or, if you're not the doctor-looking type, fake an injury and get one of your scrubs-wearing teammates to usher you inside. Inside the hospital, it's just as busy -- gurneys line the halls, filled with moaning, scared patients. How many of them have the Bristol Virus? How many of them have just been injured in the unrest? It's impossible to tell, so be careful as you move through the halls. One of those grasping hands just might belong to someone who is very hungry. Be careful while you look through the hospital -- the staff are busy and preoccupied, but they’re not blind. If you are caught somewhere you shouldn’t be, you’ll find yourself escorted from the premises, or worse -- thrown in jail. PLACES TO SEARCH: MATERNITY. There are no pregnant women to be found here, and for good reason: the maternity wing has been converted to a treatment center for known Bristol Virus carriers. Biohazard suits hang near the entrance, and the doors are sealed by makeshift plastic shielding to prevent the virus from spreading airborne. Patients are strapped to their beds for their safety as well as for the safety of the staff, and seem to be heavily sedated. But be careful -- you never know when it’ll wear off. MORGUE. In the basement of the hospital is the morgue. Temperature controlled to 3º C (37º F), you may need a sweater if you choose to investigate here. The bodies kept in here have primarily died of natural causes -- that is, if you count being chewed on by cannibals as natural. The few bodies that are known to be infected by the Bristol virus are marked as such: the morgue drawers containing their remains have been sealed by biohazard tape. NURSE’S STATION. The most dangerous place to investigate, but perhaps the most lucrative. The nurse’s station is located in the center of the inpatient ward and is in the middle of all hospital activity. It will be very easy to get caught if you’re looking here. However -- this is where most paperwork is kept, as well as computers connected to the hospital intranet, where patient records can be found. OFFICES. Doctors’ offices are an obvious choice to look for paperwork clues, but be cautious and have an excuse ready: you never know when someone will come in. TOXICOLOGY. Because most of the patients being treated right now are in the hospital for injuries, toxicology is not as busy as one might expect during a viral epidemic. The toxicology department is filled with test tubes, beakers, and the like. This is one of the more dangerous areas to investigate, as you never know when a lab tech or doctor may walk in and catch you snooping. Other hospital areas include: cafeteria, doctors’ mess, inpatient ward, pharmacy, surgery, supply warehouse (entrance outside), etc. If you're not the investigative type, it might be a good idea to cause a scene and distract the staff from your teammates' snooping. While you're here, it might be a good idea to gather fluid samples from patients known to be infected. Their sedated state will make it easy (until, of course, the sedatives wear off -- hopefully not while you're in the middle of collecting a sample!) and not only will it help the efforts in finding a vaccine, it may also help your fellow recruits find a cure. Especially now that some of your number are starting to feel the effects of the virus themselves. FINDING CLUES This post, we will be holding an RNG to decide who receives clues. We have a maximum of five clues to go around, one per hospital area, so you'll have better chances if you team up! Please see this comment to sign up. We will be closing clue sign-ups after 48 hours, after which we will notify the RNG winners of their results. Those who do not hear back may assume they have not found anything of interest. OOC NOTES Because this log is being posted late in the month, threads are eligible for February or March AC, but not both. Beginning this month, we are also allowing AC threads to be eligible for AC Bonus Bank. Please remember that participation in the HMD is mandatory to pass AC this month! Please fill out your HMD comment by 28 February 23:59 UTC. REMINDER: activity and hiatus changes go into effect beginning this AC. Please review the changes thoroughly! 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, and don't forget the Bounty Board!

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CLUE RNG

[futurologists]

Please sign up below with a brief (no more than 200 words) description of where in the hospital your character is searching and the details of what they are investigating, such as paperwork, structures/the building itself, computer files, etc.

There are a maximum of five clues, so you may want to group up to improve your chances. You may only search one area. Sign-ups are due 26 February 23:59 UTC.

[fateality]

Twisted Fate will be using his Trickster's Glass to conceal his identity and look like a doctor in the hospital, as well as lie his face off because he's like that. Along with him, Aang will be pretending to be his patient, along with his nurse Jhin. While Lilith is providing a distraction, T.F. will be heading into the offices to be searching for clues with Jhin and Aang.

Specifically, I think they will be searching for paperwork and looking into the computers. T.F. will largely be looking for anything that might be locked up, or someone trying to conceal something.

[steler]

Team Crows - consisting of Kaz, Jesper, Wylan, Sonia, Olivia, and Nami - will be investigating the morgue. Olivia and Nami will be the distraction, pulling some ridiculous Soap Opera scenario to distract attention from the rest of the team. Kaz and Sonia (dressed as doctors), accompanied by Wylan (a nurse), and Jesper (their patient) head into the hospital and end up in the morgue. The actual crows of this mission have plenty of background in being sneaky and will pay careful attention not to be followed, plus they're lucky to have Sonia, who works at the hospital and knows the layout.

Once in the morgue, they'll split up to cover the area - half of them looking at bodies (primarily infected, both if they have time) and the other looking for paperwork concerning the infection. If there's anything interesting in the paper work, Sonia will instruct them to photograph it rather than trying to just steal it (yay photo app!). Someone is Responsible.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Mettaton has placed himself and his acting chops on distraction duty, using a bolt of lightning to electrocute a light above his head in the inpatient ward and pretending to die in a freak accident (ain't no one plays dead better than a man with no pulse). Chihiro, Keats, and Undyne (disguised as a patient and two security guards) will have to rush to search the Nurse's Station during this commotion. Ideally, they'd be looking for any through-lines on who treated who and comparing them to the list of names the rest of the team put together.

They will also probably have to rescue this idiot from the morgue, but that's neither here nor there.

Zenyatta | OTA

[iomnic]

A. 'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room

[He's here to help, but not in the way most of ALASTAIR is. Deciding against the more "normal" clothes he typically wore around town, he's back to wearing his ratty monk pants, and a sash across his chest to cover up a little bit more. There are plenty of injured and sick people around, and what people seem to need (aside from a cure, and healing) is guidance. Someone they can talk to, someone to help them not freak out so much about what seems like the end of the world.

He listens, and offers advice. He offers prayers, for those who ask him for them. He keeps minimal contact, as that's what's safest for everyone, but if someone needs a hug of reassurance, well... as long as a nurse doesn't catch it happen.

Overall, he's doing what he can, and hoping it helps. ]

B. Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines

[ Normally, he feels like he could have gone hours without eating before. He knows humans usually eat every few hours, ranging from 3-6 hours in between meals, but he's so hungry as of late. Maybe he's been ignoring his hunger, and it's suddenly greater than it was before?

So here he is at the Cafeteria, a tray full of awful hospital food. Well, it's not awful, it's just... not good. And kind of weird. A very thin soup, a bread roll, a cup of jello, some mashed potatoes, some broccoli, and some kind of ... unknown meat with gravy on it. Regardless of how generally unappealing the food is, Zenyatta's having no trouble eating it. Maybe even with gusto.

So hey, if you're sitting nearby and hardly touching yours, and he's practically done with his own, he might glance over a few times at your tray. ]

Hello, I... could not help but notice, you were not eating?

C. WILDCARD

[ IDK HIT ME UP ]

B

[araigneedusoir]

[She's been in the hospital for an hour; the cafeteria for half that. Why she'd come was the excuse of a sliced open hand -- a work accident she'd told them -- now wrapped and set gingerly on the table beside her. She was wasting time and knew it but she didn't want to waste the food just getting up and leaving either.]

Even the coffee is bad.

[Muttered under her breath even as she takes another sip from the styrofoam cup beside her. She doesn't noticed Zenyatta nearby until he's speaking, her gaze jumping from her food to him then down to his tray.]

Oh. [Back down to her food. She grimaces and shoves the tray over towards him.] Here, you want it?

Ban | Open

[perma_banned]

I
When it came to faking injuries, Ban was anything but an expert. Realizing that he was immortal was the first problem when it came to this and the idea of trying to dress it up to look real seemed like a bad idea since he was no good with paints and effects. Coming to a fine conclusion after remembering he lived in a cell with stakes hammered through his limbs for half a decade, Ban decided to go with a very serious injury that he could, undeniably, receive and not have to explain all that much. He couldn't exactly heal through a lead pipe if it was crammed in his shoulder.

Sitting down in the emergency room waiting room, Ban ignored stares from a handful of people hoping to be seen for far more superficial and less life-threatening emergencies. Anyone with real issues had already been occupying surgery tables and the fact that Ban wasn't bleeding everywhere put him slightly behind the list of people asking to be seen. Ban, to boot, hadn't even asked to talk to a nurse. He simply positioned himself in the room by the door, shifted himself to the pipe through his torso didn't bang against the wall behind him and waited. If there was an outbreak from those zombies, he was planning on being close to reduce the damage.

One young man had maintained his fixed stare at Ban, eventually murmuring the words just close enough to be heard, "Doesn't that hurt...?"

Ban, poking the rod, offered a shrug and feigned an exhausted smile, "I'm kind of gettin' used to it."

-

II

Introduced to fast food, Ban had thought already that Woodhurst was host to some of the worst food he'd ever encountered. Somehow, he thought it couldn't get worse until he was introduced to the half-heartedly prepared food in the hospital cafeteria. He wondered how food could taste stale after being freshly made and how one could justify watering down tomato soup. The coffee, tasting much the same as any coffee he had ever drunk, was one of the only things he felt like stomaching while he was there.

Of course, the bit with the rod through his shoulder only lasted so long. Once he was scheduled for surgery, Ban snuck out and conjured a new shirt and hat, finding it was even easier to blend in when nurses and doctors cared more about patients that stuck around for care rather than the ones who ran off. To boot, the cafeteria was easier to sit in and no one in the world cared if he sat there all day. The cafeteria wasn't too close to the emergency room but there were directions posted all over the place--so, he figured he'd find it easily again if something went wrong.

Even so, it was boring. He found himself dozing at his little booth after a little time, slumped in his booth.

ii;

[weatherscience]

After a successful distraction attempt, Nami had no more to do than to hang around in the hospital and wait for the others to contact her... which means having to be somewhere where none out of the staff would bother her — the cafeteria.

(Of course, the cafeteria also means having to be prepared to not touch any of the food served there; how was it that someone hadn't already banned the food from being served? Ugh.)

Waiting around is boring, though, which is why when she spots a familiar face, she heads to the booth he's sitting in (well, "sitting" as a loose definition in this case) and plops down across from him, sliding a granola bar over the table.

"It's not much, but at least it's not from the cafeteria. Can you imagine, they can't even serve good granola bars!"

[competing]

( nothing currently planned but closed starters for the moment, but if you are interested in doing a thread with lance, please don't hesitate to pm this journal or pp me at emotes! )

( junior scoobies )

[competing]

[ so the plan was this: lance and keith, using the power of FRIENDSHIP and DETERMINATION and SHEER IRON WILL POWER, sneak towards the nurse's station, attempting to utilize the utter chaos and mayhem that seems never-ending around the space. having visited sonia at the hospital numerous times before, lance had already a fairly good idea of the ins and outs of the space — chatting up all the harried nurses at the time definitely wound up working in his favor. juicy office gossip aside, it left him with a fairly good idea of the nurses' temperaments, as well as a rough outline of their shifts. for instance —

lance knew that around 2:45 PM on saturdays, joyce and tammy would take a late lunch break together. that left the station under the care and watch of jesse, who had only just moved to woodhurst eight months ago, and is already in his sixth month of regret about it. once he gets started, he can pretty much rant on and on for hours, though right now lance only needs him to talk for abooooout eight or ten minutes. roughly the amount of time it'll take keith to slip past them and get to one of the computers. hopefully with the main eyes distracted, the general flurry of activity and bustle of the station can provide enough of a cover.

things were working out pretty well, too ("don't even get me started on the food around here," gripes jesse, "can you say b-l-a-n-d?"), right up until one of the policemen posted by the main entrance notices keith, who is definitely not in scrubs, and definitely looks a little too young to be standing behind the counter like he is. lance feels his panic spike as the policeman approaches, gesturing to get keith's attention. ]

Hey — kid.

[ oh quiznak. ]

[heelies]

[Closed prompts to follow. Let me know if you would like to plan something! Contact me at whaleen.]

( Olivia )

[heelies]

[As the infection spreads, so too spreads Discord, companion to the god of war and destroyer of cities: as when a fire fast engulfs a forest, and each tongue of flame is lashed by the winds to burn all the more brightly, so too do riots engulf an ever wider swath of the city, fanned by the rising fears of the population. Achilles avoids as best he can the violence, preferring instead to preserve himself when there is little to gain from interfering: such chaos cannot be tamed. Well does he know that in this land he has not the clout to sway crowds as he might on more familiar shores.

Yet the riots become unavoidable. Just blocks from the hospital, the street fills with angry protesters and slippery opportunists. The son of Peleus, keeping to the fringes and minding the samples tucked into his jacket pocket, swiftly strides past the sweltering crowd. But then his eye is caught by a familar figure amid the chaos, and there is she who once soothed the storms that oft rise in his heart.

The famous runner's footsteps falter. He has gone whole days forgetting her - her fair features, her chiming voice, her scent, her every movement, all that in which he once indulged, all that on which he was never sated. When he does remember her, the memories are no longer shadowed by the sharp ache that once seized his heart; instead there lingers a dullness, a nothingness, which like the quiet in a room after everyone has left is recognizable only by the absence of that which came before.

When they had crossed paths fleetingly some weeks before, without fanfare, without so much as a word shared between them, he had been startled to see how much like a stranger she looked. Just as when one returns to a place in which they have not been in a great long while, and he no longer recognizes it as the place it once was, so too does he struggle to recognize in Olivia the woman he once so fiercely loved. It is not that the changes to the landscape are so stark that all familiarity is shed: rather, the changes are so subtle that he cannot place whence comes this sense of being in a foreign land.

Achilles approaches, as he knows he ought not have done that night he saw her on the balcony. This time, however, no such love makes heavy his heart, as only the stubborn dregs remain, the rest strained from him by time, by will, and by a love more full.]

It is not safe out here in the streets-- [Dear Olivia. The epithet lingers upon his tongue, but it is not so irresistible as it once was.] You ought to stay inside.

[kipups]

[ it was nice enough to get dropped in this strange place and be given a new set of clothes. black looks good on him, but the accents of purple is something he doesn't approve of. the jewelry is odd as hell, but at least it's hidden and he won't have to explain why he's wearing a bangle.

he should probably be more concerned about… everything happening, really, but there's only one thing he wants to take care of right now. and it may be a coincidence that he ends up in front of the hospital, and that there are so many other alastair "volunteers" there, but it's good for mercury. ]

Hey.

[ he raises his eyebrows at anybody who's even remotely near the entrance to the hospital. his back is against the wall by the door, and his arms are folded against his chest.

he isn't trying to pick anybody up, i swear… ]

[feytality]

[Or is he.]

[Anyway, Maya's all geared up to make a huge distraction at the hospital -- all part of the plan, of course -- and she's heading over there, ready to put her nature ridiculousness to use.]

[Except, some random guy is talking to her??? Did he notice her superior acting method?]

Hello! That's not really a good place to casually lean, by the way...

sonia nevermind | ota

[assent]

[ ooc: Please let me know if you're dating something pre or post the 28th Feb as from the 1st she'll know she's infected, thanks!

You can also wildcard me or hit me up at serves to plot something out. ]

a. OTA: LOVE WAR LIFE PAIN EVERYTHING'S THE SAME TO ME

[ By this point working (and sometimes even sleeping) at the hospital has become a living nightmare. All the departments seem to be running around like headless chickens and the only reason Sonia is out of the lab is so she can grab a coffee from the machine in the waiting area. She has to side step some people sitting on the benches, some on the floor to get there, sliding in the money and resting her head against the machine while she waits.

She only pulls away when the sound of the machine whirring out coffee stops, lifting the cup out and pressing down a lid.

It's when she sees someone who seems to stand out or seems generally as though they're looking for something or someone that she stops herself from walking back to the lab. ]

...Are you looking for someone?

b. OTA: I GAVE MY ALL

[ Anyone who is a friend or who heard Urahara's note back on the network before about taking samples (or really, just anyone who drops by) for testing will be asked if Sonia can get a sample of their blood. The syringes are clean, so there's no worry about infection (actually, she's double checked by putting brand new needles through sterilation over again just in case) but it'll help them in the long run. This goes for those who are non-infected, or infected. Also for those with "special abilities".

They're literally trying anything at this point. ]

Sorry, could you come through here? It is a little more private.

c. CLOSED: AND I HAVE THESE LUNGS ( Urahara )

[ It's been nagging at her for a decent part of the night, especially when after Haise did make her something to try and sate her hunger she'd smiled and said it was fine but... the hunger hadn't gone down that much. She had still been a little hungry, like it wasn't the right thing or it wasn't enough.

It's hard to tell if it's just sleep deprivation that makes her feel like that either.

Rather to be safe, rather than sorry, she approaches Urahara at the lab with an empty syringe with tube attached, the tourniquet in her other hand. ]

Do you have a moment, please?

d. CLOSED: 'COS I JUST FEEL SO TIRED ( Arima )

[ It's later than she intended to be when she packs up for the night. As Giovanni and Haise are both busy, and Lance or anyone else who has offered to take her back to her apartment tonight isn't available, the duty has fallen onto Arima to help her get through the mess that the streets have become. Hopefully they won't have any problems, but she doesn't really want to chance it on her own.

When she makes it out of the lab, bag over her shoulder, she gives Arima a small wave. By this point she's already exhausted. Her mentality is cracking at the edges, no matter how hard she's trying to keep herself pieced together. ]

Sorry if I kept you waiting for too long.

b.

[fateality]

Not a problem, sunflower.

[Although he's not overly thrilled with the concept of needles, he is trying to be a little more committed to assisting in the mission. If that means they need some blood, so be it.

He does need to remember, distinctly, that no one in Audentes will abuse this, after all.

As they step away to a more private area, he's shrugging off his coat.]

Not gettin' too worn out by the state of affairs, I hope?

Twisted Fate

[fateality]

[Consider this an invitation for a wildcard tag, or you can message me at albaaulbath if you'd like a custom thread starter! Otherwise closed prompts to follow.]

♥ closed; koltira

[fateality]

[Frankly, Twisted Fate isn't particularly surprised with how Fiona's revelation and subsequent comments turned out. Either these people are too soft-hearted (very likely) or too confident (also likely) in the expectation to earn the information they want through interrogation.

He can make excuses to himself, say that the way he sees it no one in Zymandis will share based on their previous behavior. They won't fold.

In his heart, he knows exactly why he'd rather just see them dead and done with. Too many jobs in Zaun remain in his mind, and one in particular.

But he takes it better than, say, a surly Death Knight who inclined toward the negative, anyway. So there's that. No one really gave Fate grief, but Koltira certainly had no luxury, so it's not surprising to find him in a mood.]

Hell of a conversation, wasn't it?

[Spoken smoothly, as if he isn't concerned in the least.]

Hey, sweetheart.

Hanzo Shimada

[whatshimadayou]

[Consider this an invitation for a wildcard tag, or you can message me at albaaulbath if you'd like a custom thread starter! Otherwise closed prompts to follow.]

closed; maya fey

[whatshimadayou]

[Hanzo waits, more anxiously than he cares to admit. He's felt on edge for a few days now, but perhaps it's just the state of the mission. It has not been going smoothly, and things are looking more and more grim.

That, and McCree is off having his mission with that woman. It gives him a spike of annoyance, one he knows it should have smothered down by now, confidently aware of Jesse's dedication -- but it's there, aggravating him regardless.

He looks down at his watch, then to Maya.]

Now is probably a good time to start.

stiles stilinski ◐ ota

[figureitout]

I ; what made you want to become a policeman-officer?

[ if anyone were to ask Stiles, he'd tell them it's the perfect plan. neat, efficient, gives him an excellent reason to be poking around in the hospital... aside from the slight inconvenience of how being found out likely means immediate arrest! but other than that, the perfect plan.

the uniform wasn't too hard to sneak out of the freshly-returned laundry in the precinct; the badge was slightly more difficult, but he managed. copying a name plate for himself... right, so it did mean having to break into two offices and some more illegal things, but hey, everything for a good cause, right? and as a result, the name plate now proudly declares him to be Cadet Stilinski, and the police uniform he's wearing looks like it was actually tailored for him.

( A. ) at some point, a curious member of the hospital staff approaches him as he stands there on the hallway, enquiring whether he's patrolling this particular hallway for a reason, and if not, shouldn't he maybe go check the ER as there seem to be more and more incidents happening with the patients there today. her tone is rather sharp, and as much as Stiles wants to respond with something else... in the end, he simply nods. ] Of course, ma'am, we're all here to help the hospital function in these tough times.

[ it's a good thing she can't see him making a face at himself for.... whatever that was as he walks away. if no one runs into him during the walk to the ER, he eventually makes his way there and clears his throat. ] So... there was some kind of an incident here?

( B. ) later on, he'll be patrolling the hospital, on the lookout for any members of the Audentes who might be needing to be bailed out of trouble. as soon as he spots a familiar face being called out or interrogated by hospital staff or other police officers, he'll approach, hoping that mimicking the way he's heard his dad talk pays off here. ]

It's okay, I'll take it from here. [ maybe..... hopefully. ]

II ; it's not murder, it's ketchup

[ during the (relatively) quieter hours of the evening-turning-into-night, Stiles makes his way to the laboratory. they've been running fake blood drives on the campus (Peter's idea, that one, a clean and easy way to collect blood samples from the general populace), and though these days the people actually attending the lessons are few and far between... at least some samples are better than none.

and really — maybe the idea of getting his own blood tested wouldn't be such a bad one, either.

when there's a clattering sound, he pauses, shoulders tensing as he reaches for the taser in his pocket. ]

... Anyone there? [ maybe it's one of the Audentes members working here... maybe someone else who's come to give a sample of their blood. at least he hopes it's one or the other instead a whole new third option. ] You know, middle of the night isn't the best time to poke around in the labs.

[ but wait... why are you there then, Stiles?? ]

III ; you're a doctor, deal with it! ; wildcard

[ hit me up with just about anything you've got in mind!! if these prompts don't suit your tastes, feel free to wildcard it up, or hmu over at celen and i'll whip up a closed starter! c: ]

1B, sorta

[heritors]

[ So here's the deal. Lucina is a police officer, at least on paper. She's, in some ways, much more fit to be here than rest of the Audentes who are parading around as one. But she's still very much working undercover, which means she's not native.

She's done this before, long ago. But that didn't require an elaborate lie, not really. ]

Well, er— [ She's flagged down by a hospital nurse, mentioning how there had been a case another detective had been investigating ( likely a coverstory for another team member ). Unfortunately, Lucina has no idea what the nurse is saying ( damn this newfangled terms — ). Which means there's a long stretch of silence, the "police officer"s eyes wandering around the hallway before. ] Stiles!

[ In a police uniform, too, perfect. The nurse turns around on cue, and Lucina quickly shoots her best "please help me" glance. ]

Mettaton | OTA

[ex_mettacrusher33]

I: So long, beauty queen.

[This was a completely ludicrous plan.

It didn't start that way, of course. It actually started fairly reasonable. Using the original plan he'd formed with Chihiro, he'd take the character of a worried guardian with a lost child and distract the staff while said lost child and two members of "security" "searched" for her among the nurses' files. Unlike doctors, nurses aren't restricted to one department and handle EVERY patient! If they were caught snooping around, they had a widely known excuse: they were looking for a lost little girl! Oh look! They found her!

It was flawless! It was ingenious!

...until they arrived at the hospital and saw where, exactly, the nurses' station was. That is, to say: completely out in the open.

Surrounded entirely by staff and patients, with absolutely no cover to hide their snooping.

That's where the plan went from "ingenious" to "why". Why, in his panicked mind, did Mettaton's thought-process go from "I need to be MORE of a distraction," to "I need to stage a medical emergency," to "I need to pretend a light burst above my head and the resulting electric shock killed me." Crafty quick thinking in its own right, yes! His magic mostly revolves around electricity and he certainly played the part with a thundering CRACK and a piercing wail, not to mention his lack of pulse for when the staff worriedly checked on this poor, collapsed human man... But why did that work? It was as if some karmic god looked upon their actions and amusedly proclaimed "...sure, I'll allow it." And even then, after his group had scattered away unnoticed by the staff, why was his first instinct to hurriedly come back alive, loudly proclaim to not have insurance, and sprint out of the ward?

Honestly, why that part worked isn't so much of a question. The staff were far too shocked by his springing back to life that they didn't manage much of anything aside from horrified gasps and strained shouting for him to come back.

That brings us to now and here. After hurriedly rushing out of the hospital entrance, Mettaton finds some nice, sturdy steps and slumps himself onto them. One look at his cloaked form shows an interesting criss-cross of red lines (veins?) running all along his arms from where he'd purposefully electrocuted himself. It's... strangely breathtaking, really. Aside from the slight pain in his core, he doesn't feel that injured. Is this how humans respond to a hearty zap...?

Curious, he pulls himself up and wanders over to the hospital's window, hoping to catch a glimpse of himself in its reflection.

His hair is frayed and sticking in every which direction. Those same red lines are marring the right side of his face in long, ugly scars.

He lets out the loudest, ugliest gasp known to man.]

II - network - video

[He KNOWS he's supposed to be regrouping with Keats, Undyne, and Chihiro. And he WILL! They had plans, after all, and Mettaton didn't want Chichi in that dangerous hospital any longer than it took for them to find the information they were after.

But first.

His hair is back to covering the right side of his face, though it looks no less frayed than it did a few minutes ago. He smiles at the camera, weary but obviously fine. Nothing to see here!!]

Now. I know some of you had more important things to pilfer, like... Say, food or water, but. [Cough.] None of you happened to grab a bit of concealer, did you?

[Wildcard me, my dudes]

II

[boneafide]

Hmmm, you know, I think I might have some!!

nami ☁ closed / wildcard

[weatherscience]

[ if you'd like to have a thread with nami, either just throw me a wildcard and i'll be more than happy to work with it, or poke me over at celen and i'll whip up a starter for you! c: ]

☁ for maya

[weatherscience]

[ why oh why does the way from the labs lead right past the maternity ward?? as it is, she'd rather jump out of the window than walk through the hallways that are likely full of the infected patients... the hospital is scary, way too scary!

(or maybe Nami is just a scaredy-cat, that could be an option, too.)

as she gets ready to round a corner, she hears a loud noise, followed by a scream — which in turn makes her scream. ]

D- don't come any closer!! I'm armed!

[ with a lightning-charged clima-tact, yes, she really hopes it looks like a taser. ]

kaz brekker | closed to team crows

[steler]

[ the hospital is so obviously an issue at this point, and if nothing else the challenge of pulling off a heist feels like it'll cure the itch in his fingers to do something, anything. and he does care about the mission in his own way: he cares about not losing, he cares about solving unsolvable problems. he's not a scientist, he can't make a cure. but he can break into places and steal information like no other.

so, a team: olivia and nami create an excellent distraction, while Kaz, Jesper, Wylan and Sonia execute the main part of the plan. Kaz and Sonia are dressed as doctors (Kaz still has gloves on, of course, make no mistake), while Wylan is a nurse and Jesper their patient.

as they make it through the upper floors, heading towards the basement, they're not bothered in the chaos -- at least not by the staff, those grabbing hands are another issue altogether. but kaz isn't sure how long that'll last once they get down to the next level.

guess they can talk in the meantime.

he turns to sonia:]

How long has it been like this?

hello i am here o/

[assent]

[ It's a little dangerous, considering Sonia's had to settle herself in here later than Urahara had to. She's only here full time now as Urahara put in a request for her to act as his intern when things got out of hand. She only glances at Kaz briefly before she responds. ]

A while.

[ She leads them towards the end of the corridor, aiming for the steps. ]

A few weeks, at least. It was already hectic when I arrived here.

Peridot | closed and open prompts.

[slapfight]

The following open prompt is for the second tier of the I'M A CREEP bounty, so anyone who wants to hop on that can. Closed prompts by request by PM or plurk at quasigina.

OPEN | and what a beautiful machine they have provided (BOUNTY BOARD)

[slapfight]

[Peridot is back in the sewers- cloaking device off, flashlight in her gem on. The hospital, as she's noticed by the gathering storm of plans circulating around her, seems to be overrun with people attempting to sneak information out. That's all well and good, but Peridot knows there's answers to be found in the sewers.

She's back to the chair she and Mettaton found- the book was claimed by her partner in crime the last time they were here- but the rest of it still remains. She sweeps her light over the scene, wondering if the person who owns this chair will return shortly. Imagine! She could catch them singlehandedly! Just think of the praise she'll get. She can see it now- oh Peridot, we see now that we're all not worthy to bask in your intelligence. here! we've decided to make you the leader of Audentes.

She snickers in delight and plops down on the folding chair. It's too easy, really. All she has to do is lie and wait and...

She hears footsteps and she jolts upright in her chair, gasping. She reigns in her apprehension and fear and tries to sound menacing, though the hitch in her voice gives the truth away.] ...Is that you, Percy?

naruto uzumaki | ota!

[thinhammer]

I.

[ He and his team have successfully infiltrated the building and located their intended office for searching, and now it's Naruto Uzumaki's time to shine! Dressed in what can only be described as a slightly comical and mildly offensive caricature of a nurses outfit - as in, it's almost believable aside from the fact that it includes skin tight pants and a slightly undone V-neck blouse instead of the usual constricted tunic, to make way for the voluptuous breasts squeezed inside it - Naruto saunters around the mouth of the hallway he's guarding, blowing kisses to waiting patients, cooing at doctors and generally doing an excellent job at serving his purpose as a distraction.

However when someone happens to ask where a certain department is, with a name he can't even remember after just hearing it let alone enough to repeat it, the facade slips and Naruto grumbles a lost sounding ] Uhhh- [ that had none of the light, airy qualities it had previously, and instead has all the qualities of a teenage boy. But.. this is the body of a woman, right? ]

Uuuhh....

II.

[ Naruto has learnt his lesson about food in this world. It very rarely agrees with him. In his homeworld he's used to salty broth and fresh ingredients, handmade meals that make everything seem a little less difficult when they sit warm and comfortable in his belly. The soggy, sweet bread and the literal slab of rubbery meat he receives for the little money he has does not come even a fraction of the way close to giving him that homely feeling, so he immediately resorts to abandon it..

But ggghh, he's so hungry. His stomach is growling so loudly it's almost audible over the general racket in the cafeteria.. so very, very gingerly, he picks up the meat between two fingers and takes a tentative bite.

He hears a faint squish sound when his teeth meet the texture and experiences a push-back like he's trying to gnaw his way through leather. He slaps the thing back on the table with a full body shiver and can already feel a budding nightmare brewing, about all food tasting like the bottom of a shoe for the rest of his life. He's never experienced anything more frightening. ]

Whhyyy... I'm so hungry.... [ He whines, to noone in particular. ]

II b.

[ It's only after a little lamenting that his eyes spot the box in the corner, with brightly coloured packets and wrappers tucked neatly in rows inside, held up by the coiled springs, with flashing numbers and inviting scrolling text on the number pad.

It's all very well, but the instructions are in English and though he gives it a good try, he can't understand why every coin he puts into the slot comes skittering back out again into the little flap underneath the keypad. It's really not his lucky day. ]

III.

[ Naruto's hands kind of itch when he can't be useful, and in a setting like this where everyone has a purpose and a job to do and knows exactly where they are and where they need to be, and seems to be taking on too much all at the same time, his hands are itching more than ever. As he watches the nurses and the doctors work their magic, he's reminded of Sakura and Tsunade back at home, how harried but focused they each looked while spreading their palms over wounded shinobi, healing them with a concentration Naruto could only immitate, never replicate.

He chews on his cheek while he watches, because he understands. Every one of these doctors needs help, but for once he doesn't have help to give, and he's stuck leaning against the wall of a rare sliver of uninhabited space, watching on with a kind of helpless expression.

That said, if he sees anyone with a problem that's perhaps small enough for him to assist with - you need something carried, want some company, maybe a drink or someone to put some pressure on your bleeding wound??? - he'll jump on the opportunity with a warm but intense kind of insistence, desperate for the purpose or perhaps just the company. ]

IIII.

wildcard me! find me at mirobug!

II b.

[ex_adept136]

[Haise is lucky enough to avoid the misfortune of the cafeteria cuisine entirely, content with simply nursing a cup of watered-down coffee. It's not very good, but it's better than biting into a meal with the consistency of rubber. The scent for him is far worse still, but he ignores it in favor of refilling his mug.

That is, until he spots a familiar mess of blond hair. He hears the rattling return of the coins and cocks his head a little to one side, observing the progression of Naruto's attempts to work with the vending machine only to get his money back. Deciding he might want a hand, Haise crosses the room and halts at the young ninja's side]

Vending machine giving you trouble? [He asks, only to add-] Sometimes, they're finicky machines...happens to everybody.

julius visconti | ota

[viscontree]

1. [Sneaking into the hospital was simple enough. Getting information's going to be the hard part though. Julius is wearing a disguise like most of the team members. He doesn't appear to be all that suspicious when he's dressed in a white lab coat.

Whenever someone passes by he lowers his head and avoids eye contact. This routine keeps up until he recognizes a person from their team. Carefully, he'll grab a passerby on the arm and whisper closely: ]

Hey, do you have a minute? I want to get inside the office. I'll need your help to do it.

Are you in?

[It's not really safe for him to sneak in alone. He'll need a partner in crime.]

2. [WILDCARD YO]

[keystaff]

Hm? Ah.....well. I could. Give me a minute.

[She'll pop into a bathroom and use that privacy to activate Mirror, Telling Mirror to wait a few minutes before heading out and to help Julius search the nurse's station for any information while Sakura herself could keep an eye out.

Once she emerges again, she explains to Julius.]

Mirror can help you. I told her to, and I'll keep a lookout if someone is about to go in and find you in there?

aqua | closed + wildcard

[keeper]

(( various starters v. slowly incoming... PM this journal or ping me at noctium if you'd like to do anything specific! or, just surprise me with a prompt and i'll roll along with whatever!! ))

LUCINA

[keeper]

[ Who knew feigning an injury could be just a difficult as having the actual thing... Aqua teeter-totters alongside her makeshift sibling (also makeshift crutch), trying not to put too much of her weight on Lucina while attempting at the same time to simulate a (sprained? fractured?) injured ankle. Figure skating accident and all that.

...It isn't a very convincing performance, both of them far too stiff to go unscripted for very long, but fortunately there's more than enough of a bustle that their terrible acting goes unnoticed. It's quick through the hospital doors, then to a secluded hallway... They'll take it one tiny hurdle at a time...

(In a very obvious, very conspiratorial whisper,) ] Where should we start?

Sakura Kinomoto l Cardcaptor Sakura

[keystaff]

OPEN

[Sakura can be found wandering, looking both curious and fretful as she does, excusing herself if she bumps into anyone amid the crowded areas of the hospital. If she sees someone about to be caught doing something they shouldn't, she'll try to provide a distraction. Or ask if she could help somehow, if it isn't such risky timing.

Or otherwise, keeping an eye from a distance on the nurse's office where she has her Mirror card active and poking around. So if she notices anyone about to go in there that isn't a recruit with ALASTAIR, she'll panic.

Cue the flailing and stammering.]

H-hoeeeee?!

[What should she say? What should she do? Could she dismiss Mirror in time? No, this is...this is too public.

Help?]

WILDCARD

[If you want anything else with Sakura just hit me up on Plurk - caprican or pm Sakura's journal.]

[beginanew]

[Sasuke is walking by on his way to the office, his sharingan activated, when he notices the familiar looking young girl, and decides to walk over to her when he notices the weird flailing.

It seems like there's someone going into the office... huh. Time to make a genjustu and make the person forget why they wanted to go in the room in the first place.

With the stranger out of the way, he casually walks up to her, and waves.]

You doing ok?

joseph joestar | ota

[nextlineis]

i. waiting room

[The trouble is that by the time Joseph finds himself released into the wild (that is to say, finds himself moving from one place that was relatively quiet to the pandemonium that is the hospital), he barely has a grasp on much of anything. I mean, he just got a shoe back on one of his feet, which while is a positive bonus, does very little in terms of mentally preparing him.]

[Fortunately Joseph feels fairly confident more often than not, even when he's bullshitting his way through a given situation, which is why he is willing to rather fearlessly head straight to the waiting room.]

[...And proceed to get immediately distracted by all the injuries.]

Gross!

[His other commentary is not much more helpful than that for a lot of the soon-to-be patients in the waiting room, and certainly not helping his large ass blend in any. Nor is it really helping with him hitting the ground running any better than getting a boot back on his foot, but this is where we're at.]

Why would you start wiggling it like that!?

ii. cafeteria

[Somehow -- either through the form of his usual stupid luck that he will swear up and down is not actually like, but carefully honed skills or maybe through a little assistance -- Joseph's managed to make it into the cafeteria, and not too many people are questioning it. And yet, one would think with that kind of progress making it past the waiting room that would mean he'd be coming up with a plan, or getting with the program in some capacity. Alas, that would be the hallmark of a responsible adult.]

[Instead, Joseph is busy with the vending machines. He's seen vending machines before, and he knows they offer just a little bit of everything you might possibly need, but he's never seen ones that look like this, and definitely not as many. He's still got to try these things out, okay?]

[Except his mission to get a soda goes horribly wrong. He hears movement inside the machine, a little clanging and then nothing.]

Hey...

[Well, this is a predicament. Fortunately, one of the plus sides of being both tall and made of muscle is jostling a vending machine ain't no thang. It takes a few shakes, but that damn bottle of soda drops eventually, and Joseph is now a happy camper.]

[...Maybe someone should get him on task. Or not.]

iii. wildcard

[Find Joseph somewhere else, probably making a mess of things! Hit me up at maledictions if you want to hash it out a little further or ask a question, but otherwise go nuts.]

2

[silvercrusader]

[There's definitely something weird about that kid.

And not spy-weird. Not like, oh, he's weird because he's out of time and space, just like me, I bet we both got gang-pressed into saving a bunch of weird worlds whether you like it or not. But weird like . . . familiar-weird. Like he's seen him before. And yet Polnareff is almost positive he hasn't. Certainly he isn't an old schoolmate or neighbor, not acting like this. And he absolutely remembers every enemy Stand user they went up again, so it's probably not that . . .

The thought of it nags at him. But the guy seems pretty amiable either way, and frankly Polnareff is looking for someone amiable (who won't tell him that he ends up working for some Italian man who hasn't even shown up yet). Shoving his hands in his pockets, he makes his way over to where the guy is straight up shaking the machine like it owes him money. Or a soda, apparently.]

You need help or something?

[(Actually, he's been thinking of trying to sneak in, but he needs help. And this guy might just be his ticket in, if he can convince him to stop focusing on the soda long enough to help).]

Closed.

[selfimage]

Later, back at the toxicology ward.

[ this is what Loki was made for: breaking and entering.

it didn't matter where, and it didn't matter how, all that mattered was that there were schemes to weave and missions to take on. it took his mind off of everything else, the cackling laughter of King Loki, his exile from Asgard, and even the other self that seemed to accompany them on this trip. the plan had been set into motion and had been simple: leave Dany to scream into the loudspeaker, causing a mass panic away from the toxicology ward, then utilize Anakin to "arrest" (emphasis on the quotes) them if the need arose. the chaos was easy to cause, the disguise part was the more difficult part.

well, difficult for most, not really difficult for three gods.

Loki leans over three doctors, all passed out from knocks over the head. they're tucked away in an empty room, watching for any signs of those that may find themselves curious in the panic. none of the doctors stir, and Loki looms over them with a sort of playful pride. ]

It's too bad that I can't try on the white coat. [ there was no need, not with the illusions that the three of them could cast. ] Doing it this way makes me feel like I'm cheating.

[ but he doesn't feel bad about it enough not to cheat. ]

Re: Closed.

[mistruths]

You could take one of theirs. Or give yourself one.

[ Or Loki could do it for you. And he does, with the slightest nudge of magic over towards his other-self, so that a neat white coat falls over his clothes.

As for himself, he's crouching down beside one of the doctors, rifling through his pockets in hopes of something interesting to find. ]

closed.

[racking]

[ He made a mistake. The word "mistake" doesn't even really cover the scope of what Shiro had nearly done. Or may have done. There's no way of knowing if he had infected the woman in the morgue. He's broken out in a cold sweat as he crashes through the doors. The circles under his eyes have never been as pronounced as they are right now. It feels like he's slipping, or maybe it's just because he's afraid of losing control before he gets clear.

The next step is trickier. Where does he go from here? Was there anywhere in this town safe for him to isolate himself in?

He's distracted, considering that on top of his escape route. It's probably why he doesn't see Asher coming. ]

Closed to Urahara

[scarredhorns]

[Unlike Nyuu, Lucy never says "I'm home" upon her return, so that was one telltale sign of which personality was currently in control. She entered silently with only the sounds of the lock clicking and the door creaking open to signal her presence.

Nyuu's notes did well to keep her updated on the mission, so it's not like Lucy didn't know that Urahara worked at the hospital. She could have asked for his help in infiltrating the hospital, but being the stubborn girl that she was, she preferred to handle everything on her own. It was something she was more used to than all the offers of help she's received from Audentes.

Judging by how her bag was bulging, it seemed like Lucy just went and grabbed anything from the hospital, though the bulk of it was papers she swiped, both with her physical and psychic hands. It thumps against the kitchen table as she sets it down, giving her shoulder a break.]

[predomination]

[the lack of announcement tells him all he needs to know about who to greet when he pokes his head out of his bedroom with tousled hair and dark circles under his eyes, still wearing yesterday's clothes. you take sleep where you can get it, but he still doesn't sleep soundly when there's so much work to be done.]

Lucy-san? [he yawns as he steps out into the hallway.] Were you just at the hospital?

[or maybe that clinging antiseptic smell is starting to permeate the entire apartment because of him, solely.]