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epidemiology2017-03-11 04:07 pm
dishearten) wrote in epidemiology2017-03-11 04:07 pm
Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- arima kishou (tokyo ghoul: re),
- genos (one punch man),
- giovanni (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- graham humbert (once upon a time),
- haise sasaki (tokyo ghoul: re),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- keats (folklore),
- maya fey (ace attorney),
- mettaton (undertale),
- peter parker (the amazing spider-man),
- riza hawkeye (fullmetal alchemist),
- sans (undertale),
- waylon park (outlast)
[EVENT POST] I FEEL STUPID, AND CONTAGIOUS.
CHARACTERS: Open to all!
DATE: 3/11-3/12, ICly
WARNINGS: Zombie attacks? Violence? Shopping???
SUMMARY: Lockdown at the mall! Grab your CDs and your soft pretzel, it's about to get bad.
DATE: 3/11-3/12, ICly
WARNINGS: Zombie attacks? Violence? Shopping???
SUMMARY: Lockdown at the mall! Grab your CDs and your soft pretzel, it's about to get bad.
LET'S GO TO THE MALL  LOCKDOWN Business has been rough for Woodhurst Shopping Center ever since riots and unrest about the Bristol Virus have shunned most to their homes. Perhaps ill-advisedly, in attempts to draw a few more customers back into the polished halls of the grandest shopping experience Woodhurst has to offer, a weekend of big sales, great bargains, and fun family activities was widely advertised in the Woodhurst Watch. There was even a scheduled public concert, performed by the University Choir. The turnout was smaller than hoped, yet the air was quite optimistic. Shoppers enjoyed the day of activities and fun, and the sense of security was bolstered by the increased security detail. There was even some members of the press on hand to document this return to normality in a troubled time. Everything was going well, until a scene broke out in the food court. Security tried to quietly remove members of the choir that suddenly seemed to snap, plowing into one of the food stands and starting to feed on raw meat. However, a good handful of them escaped instant confinement, and while many of the visitors fled the mall as soon as they could, soon Police Detail arrived and put the entire building on lockdown. Nobody in and nobody out until the situation was resolved. 18:00 TO 23:00 HOURS Anyone unlucky enough to be trapped in the mall is left to their own devices, with very little knowledge to go on. This includes many civilians, as well as a small number of Audentes agents. This also includes a small number of infected, more than just the university choir. There's a voice over the loudspeaker imploring people to hide in stores, barricade doors, and stay put until help arrives. The majority of the infected seem to linger in the Food Court especially. Bad news for anyone trapped and starting to get hungry as the hours pass by, without any obvious assistance from the outside. The members of ALASTAIR have a choice, help protect or just do their best to avoid the infected themselves. Characters can get into the Security Office for a camera feed on what is happening in the mall, and potentially use it as a base of operations to work from. 00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS It becomes apparent that the number of infected in the mall are somehow increasing, despite the lockdown. It means that those that have squirreled away into stores and outlets are growing less and less safe as infected numbers multiply and they begin attacking barricades. To make matters worse, anyone that hasn't found cover will find the infected extremely reactive, and willing to give chase around the mall. The security feed indicates the infected seem to be coming in from the Parking Garage. Investigation will reveal a sewer outlet on the bottom floor. Characters will have to decide whether they should utilize the tunnel as a means of escape, or if sealing it off would ultimately leave the remaining hours of lockdown a little less violent. 04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS It's been an agonizing 12 hours, and with surprisingly little aide from the outside. With time to make preparations and put plans in place, now it's time to end this lockdown once and for all. Audentes is tasked with neutralizing the remaining infected as well as escorting any remaining civilians to safety, by any means they decide on. It is up to Audentes to decide how the end of this event plays out, be it removing or otherwise drawing away the lingering infected, or putting them down once and for all. There are plenty of civilians that have been bitten and attacked, leaving the question in the air as to whether they are infected as well. What should be done with those that could be bringing the virus back to their families? The team is going to have to decide on the answer to that. |
graham cracker ➳ ota/in lockdown
18:00 - 23:00
WITH THE LIGHTS OUT, IT'S LESS DANGEROUS.
NETWORK OPTION. OTA.
TEXT. | UN: huntsman
WILDCARD.
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text; un: harmonia
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Sakura Kinomoto l Cardcaptor Sakura
[Sakura had only meant to be here for maybe an hour at the most in exploring the sales and seeing what she could grab that might be useful in general or for the infected at the school in quarantine.
However, it seems the virus has other plans. That there's still infected even with the recruits attempts to quarantine those willing, those who knew they were sick. Sakura immediately scrambles to try help herd some civilians to safety out of the food court, calling to everyone to leave, to stay calm.]
18.00 to 23.00 hours:
[She's starting to get hungry. Her stomach betraying her as it growls in protest of her not having eaten in hours by now. Normally she'd have had dinner, a snack after getting home from school or cheerleading back home. But not today.
But it's obvious she isn't the only one hungry. And that's why she tells the civilians to stay put in the store while she went to find something to eat, telling them she would be alright. Even against their protests and attempts to tell her to stay with them, that she's just a kid herself. The infected probably wouldn't necessarily notice if she used the Cards carefully, right? Out of sight of the cameras? If she needs to, to get around to at least find a chocolate bar or something for the younger kids cooped up in the stores. She can create water with Watery to keep them going, but they still need food.
Help her, ask what she is doing in deliberately disobeying orders to stay put in the stores where she's safer.]
00.00 - 02.00 Hours:
[It isn't that Sakura isn't used to some late nights, with sneaking out at random hours in order to find the Clow Cards back home and all. But at this point she is starting to feel tired, even with the increased danger, only the adrenaline and threat of the infected keeping her from falling asleep as she tries to keep a group of civilians safe.
If asked, she'd say she might prefer to seal off the tunnel as a means to reduce the number of infected.]
04.00 to 09.00 Hours:
[Sakura would be more for drawing away the infected and preferably not outright killing them in the hope of finding a cure and helping them get back to themselves. But that doesn't mean she won't help.
She will utilize the Cards in subtle ways, using Shield to help defend other recruits and civilians where necessary, or using Windy to restrain the infected, or in general helping out however others might need her to step in.]
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she follows that sound as quickly and quietly, bracing herself for what she might find. in her mind it'll be another one of the infected, which is why she heaves a sigh of near relief when she catches sight of the child ducking out of view of the cameras.]
Sakura!
[ it's a whisper, but a worried one. she has the protection of the information desk to shield her from open view, but Sakura is getting too close to an area that's overrun by the infected.
this is literally the opposite of what Graham suggested, kid.]
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04.00 to 09.00
She just so manages to slip away from a particularly persistent group of infected, and quickly presses herself behind shelter to gather her breath before they follow. Across from her she spies another spellcaster in the vicinity... (Sakura's approach is certainly subtle enough, but as a trained mage she can still feel the traces of magic in the air.)
She immediately moves to join her, quietly decommissioning the small handful of hostiles tailing her before she addresses Sakura: ]
How are you doing...? [ (She's talented, though still young, and Aqua isn't sure how her stamina might be faring...) ]
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LOCKDOWN
she's herding people towards safety, and he's not exactly far from doing the same, yet even as he waves a group into a bookstore with a sturdy looking set of metal gates, he catches Sakura's hand to draw her attention. )
What are you doing here? ( heartless or not, there's obvious fear in his voice. Master of the Clow or not, magical or not, he is afraid to see her in this madness. )
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18.00 - 23.00
[So, it's only a few seconds after she manages to break away from the crowd and get out of the store that Joseph goes after her.]
Hey! Wait up!
[It's a harsh whisper. He's a little too tall and big to really sneak around, but he's not stupid enough to start yelling with the situation what it is.]
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peridot → ota/ in lockdown
18:00 TO 23:00 HOURS
[go to mall, she said. it'll be a fun distraction + intelligence and supply gathering mission, she said. well, look what happened.
when the first attack happens, she's in a boutique not far from the food court and hears the sounds of panic almost immediately.] Don't they have any sense of timing?
[she stamps her foot, agitated that her attempt to distract herself everything has been so callously yanked apart and tosses away the scarf she was trying on, pausing only to yank a metal rod from one of the clothing racks.] I'm borrowing this. [she calls out to the harried sales clerk, already looking panicked and confused, as the rack collapses in on itself.
it's fine. that woman has way more to worry about than wrinkled stock.]
ʙ. ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴠᴇɴɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪɴQᴜᴇɴᴛ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋꜱ
[Peridot has taken over an abandoned Radio Shack and is currently using it to hobble together weaponry and tech from whatever they have lying around on top of rods from clothing racks she's stolen from adjacent stores. If being on Earth has taught her anything, it's that she can hobble together a lot of complex machinery with just what she has lying around.
Her masterpiece is a toy truck with a BB pistol wired into it that she can send out as a sort of roving drone to drive infected into corners so they can be subdued or locked into empty stores. As far as anyone knows, she's using the remote control to control everything, but... really she sacrificed the motor functions of the remote to change the BB gun's direction and fire. The truck is controlled by her metal powers.]
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Arima Kishou | ota!
[ The situation was dire at best but Arima seems to keep a level head throughout all of it regardless. He knows how these infected work so he's trying to keep them off any nearby civilians. With his eyesight returned he seems neigh impossible to hit or even scratch as he weaves in and out of the crowds of infected with his weapon slicing and singing through the air. He tries to keep his attacks nonlethal, and while he does have skill he can't be everywhere at once. At least he has a remote activated trap set nearby ready to go in case anything should go sour. ]
Keep the civilians inside and try to funnel the infected through narrow doorways. It'll be easier to take them down that way.
[ Is what he'll say to anyone nearby helping in the efforts here. ]
4:00-9:00
[ Unfortunately he's not as gentle as he was before and someone might happen across him cleanly slicing his quinque through a group of infected that surrounded a crying child. He doesn't look happy about and the child will get up, a frightened expression on their face, as they run away from their savior. The frown in his expression is deep as he lets out a muted sigh.
There's only so many people he can save and hope that a cure is made. Hopefully the infected they're tying up and keeping here will actually get returned to their families at some point. ]
wildcard
[ Hit me up for any shenanigans you'd like to do! ]
4:00-9:00
[ Emma can't pretend she's not exhausted by all of this, but there's a flash of anger in her eyes as the child rushes away, almost as terrified of Arima as they were of the infected. She'd get the child to safety if they weren't going for an area she's certain is secure, and while Emma has a few of the infected to fight off too, she's found her own method is to hit them until they stay down, and then to secure them from there.
She hasn't had to put anyone down yet, she's careful. Drained and a little disoriented, but that's from how long this has gone on.]
They're still people.
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Lockdown | OTA
You really couldn't let me have this, could you?
[It's said to both the sky and no one, but with all the personal disappointment of losing a bet against a cherished friend. Mettaton was trying to enjoy himself. This last month has been an absolutely NIGHTMARE and it's barely two weeks in. He JUST wanted to shop. He wanted to have a good time with a sweet friend and now here he was, trapped in a mall after having just purchased a beautiful, shiny electric keyboard for people who are not him. Doesn't he deserve a rest? Doesn't he deserve something NICE for FIVE MINUTES?
He shuffles the box of his newly purchased keyboard under his arm as one of the cashiers scurries toward the door. She sticks her head out of the store's entrance, panicked and calling for her co-worker to close the shutters. It's happening, she wails.
While she's distracting the other employee, Mettaton turns toward a nearby display shelf and pilfers a small, handheld item. It's a black electric shaver, but, if no one looks carefully, it should look close enough to a taser.
He sighs and runs a charge through it as he stomps his way back into the main hall. The employees shriek for him to come back inside, but no. He's tired. He wanted to have a nice day. He just wanted to have a good time.
He's electrocuting the first person he sees attacking someone else.]
b) 00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS
[Sure. Wonderful. Okay. Just get worse, night. It's not like he did this as a vacation from the horrors that is this mission!! That's FINE! He can have his vacation AROUND the horrors.
He's located the bookstore. After he shocked any infected lingering inside and shunting them into the (empty, HE LOOKED, THANK YOU) employee's lounge, the civilians took to huddling themselves into a corner and barricaded themselves in with bookcases and kiosks. Mettaton, on the other hand, has returned to peer at the bright, colorful selection of diaries.
He's taking them. He's taking like. 30 goddamn diaries. He's grabbing them and throwing them into his storage, which looks strangely like putting them into a backpack that doesn't exist. This is his payment now.
When he feels eyes on him, he turns toward the offender and stares. His smile would be withered if he wasn't so good at acting.]
Cheaper than therapy, am I right?
[Oh hell yes, gel pens.]
c) 04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS
[When you've lived your entire life in a place with no natural sunlight, your internal clock becomes a finely tuned machine (haha). It must be morning, by now.
Mettaton hasn't left the bookstore. He's been playing guard for hours now, letting the poor mall-goers trapped inside with him rest. Most of them are still huddled together, crying.
It's a little girl that's been sobbing the most. Bright, brown eyes and hair full of tight, black curls. She was separated from her mother during the initial panic and ran off to the last place she saw her: here. Either the woman didn't make it back herself, or she's one of the few locked away in the back room, moaning and clawing at the door. The girl's curled up in his arms now, face buried into his chest, as he sits on the floor and leans against a corner wall. His "taser" is still in easy reach, but after spending the entire night protecting the humans here...
His charge is running out. It's not as if he can just plug himself in in plain view. It's all he can do to keep his head up and keep singing.]
Mother isn't here now
Who knows what she'd say?
Nothing's quite so clear now
Feel you've lost your way...
You are not alone
No one is alone
Believe me...
[It's soft, but it's drowning out the noises from outside and that seems to be appreciated. Hopefully karma decides this is enough to keep someone from breaking through the shutters.
He doubts he has the energy to stop them if they do.]
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The Debthe teen clothing boutique she'd slipped off to for a second, wearing clothing rack rods on her back like they're supposed to be katanas. she looks absolutely annoyed by this turn of events and watches Mettaton electrocute that poor hapless infected person with a look of impassiveness over the top of the sunglasses she just stole.]Well, Mettaton... This turned out to be a shocking development.
[why did people teach her about puns?]
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the one that says it's for undyne!!
No, it's worse. Instead, she's stern and even and focused. ]
What, and leave all these people here? I don't think so. [ She seems to catch herself, then adds, ] But if you want to get out of here...
[ Well. She can't really finish that sentence properly. She'll be disappointed, on the one hand; but she'll understand, on the other. ]
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fugo's pretty good at bullet hell games, huh?
better than mista, at least
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[ When the panic starts, Genos is running in the exact opposite direction people are. They're fleeing from danger, so it's the best guidance to find that danger.
Someone runs into him, grabs him by the arm, and tell him he's running in wrong direction. ]
I know where I'm going.
[ He brushes them off, even if soon he finds out that no, he don't. There isn't one single monster to run away from, it's just chaos and fear. People are just trying to hide in every store that's possible. Some shutters are already falling off, which only causes more panic, as there are still people not in hiding.
Genos rushes to what looks like a small tea-shop store and stops the shutter from closing mid-way, waving at the small group of people. ]
Quick, get in here.
[ It's going to be cramped inside, but there is still place for few more people. When they're inside, it gets clear that he has no intention on joining them. ]
Remember to topple the shelf over the door.
[ Playing the big damn hero and staying outside as the shutter goes down? Well, he doesn't have to worry about being bitten, after all.
That's going to be his focus now. Running around and picking up the strays. There people hiding in toilets, in equipment rooms, small not protected places. ]
00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS
There's more of them. [ Genos notices as the infected start attacking barricade of the shop across the corridor. ]
Could the infection spread that fast? [ He frowns and shakes his head, hoping that it's not the case. Maybe they have found a way inside? But there's no time right now to wonder about it. ]
That barricade won't hold. I'm going to distract the attackers, And make escape path for the people inside.
04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS
Why can't we just blow a hole in a wall, and let the civilians escape? [ he mutters
Genos can't get physically tired, that's the perk of having mechanical body. But his brain is still human, he needs sleep like anybody else. The exhaustion set in few hours ago, and while he's been ignoring the warning that pops up in his field of vision, he can't help but sometimes just doze off. His body immediately shuts into sleep mode, locking him in place and making freeze, sometimes in weird positions. ]
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[Although he doesn't think so-- it seems to be a slow burning thing, creeping up on those caught by the infection slowly, corroding their sense of self over time. Not something he likes to think about, all things considered. And as such its in him still-- the desire to simply put them down, quick shots to the head and it'd all be over, bang-bang. Lights out.
His tone, it borders on disinterested, and his eyes behind the orange lenses are focused on the milling infected rather than the man making the suggestion. Slowly, he raises both pistols. Takes aim.]
It'd be simpler, more elegant, to kill them. Who'd need distractions then? Hahah.
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I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE, rl hit me hard this week. also omg jojo!!!
no worries at all! it hit me too tbh. <3
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Maya Fey | ota!
obviously the community reference
the fact he has a tranquilizer gun doesn't hurt, either. and at least the leather jacket he basically always has on anyway resists the claws and attempted chomps of the first infected he peels back, after notching a pacifying shot in the ones he could hit. the secret behind his accuracy is that he doesn't take shots he can't make.
still, with two twitching from a sedative and a third yanked free, Maya is at least clear to stand up again... though he doesn't know how to manage that, when she's got rollerblades on. ) Here, I'll help you. ( he offers both hands to try and drag her back to her feet... probably awkwardly. )
you chose well, friend
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serious business
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BURGERS
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rip maya's 90s armor, we knew ye well
save the sneses
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(plays a funeral dirge for the burger...........)
thank you... friend.... rest in pieces burger
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Sasuke Uchiha - ota, In lockdown
[He had been enjoying the small break they've gotten from all the crazy, and of course, he should have seen the mess coming, considering his luck with stuff like this.
So he is in the food court, incapacitating as many people as possible, moving the unconscious bodies away from walking paths.
Really hard task to do with one arm.
So he looks around after he's moved three different people and finds someone who looks like they might be part of the missions.]
You, help me out.
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[He had managed to get away from the food court, but now there's infected all over the place. He can swear there's more people than those originally attending the mall. He's doing his best to protect a small group of people hiding inside a store, but it's getting tiring.
If someone comes to tell him about the entrance point, he will say to absolutely close off the parking garage, there's no point on trying to escape when there's more infected outside.]
04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS
[Sasuke has been incapacitating as many infected as possible, leaving small groups of people barricaded inside stores. He's tired, and he can't move all the infected to the same place, so he decides asking for help again is the best way to go.
As he makes his way around the ridiculously big mall, avoiding as many infected as possible, he's looking for someone who is fighting, whether they're part of the mission or not, and calling their attention.]
There are groups of non infected all over the place, we have to help them out.
18:00 - 23:00
He thinks to offer his assistance, but gets no further than opening his mouth when Sasuke speaks. Well then, it seems he's being asked anyhow, so he hastens his approach, knocking out an infected vendor with a swift cuff to the back of his head]
Glad to see I'm not the only one aiming for knockouts here.
[As opposed to outright killing. Haise just hasn't the stomach for that as a first approach to a problem]
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Waylon Park | Cue Outlast Sequence
[ Waylon has been one of those people, the ones holed up, not heading out. It had something to do with the infected, but it was mostly about how heart-rendingly familiar Woodhurst of 1993 is. In 1993 he'd been in college, in the junior class at Berkley. He was already living with his future wife. In love with her, planning to propose. He hasn't seen her in such a long time, even before slipping through time and space and landing himself in an Audentes uniform. Being in a world where Lisa has every right to be... has been hard. Nostalgic and bitter, reliving the days before he sent that email to Miles Upshur and fucked everything up so heinously.
He'd spent the first few weeks hidden away in an apartment he now shared with Upshur, bent over an old computer made new, almost soothed by its unintuitive, inconsistent workings. He could put his energy there, spend his time looking for unsecured academic servers to drag resources down off of, making maps and graphs that were of no real use to anyone, but kept his mind busy.
The stir crazy had been a slow build, and he'd done something reckless he's glad to not have died from. He's not looking to repeat the experience as he wanders the mall. Not looking to buy anything either but he drinks a coffee, walks sedately, watches others enjoying themselves. He might even tip a weary smile at a passerby.
So of course it's going to be a disaster, he can't even muster a note of surprise.
He's not a fighter, he doesn't want anything to do with the infected, but we know how that goes... When face to face with a slavering victim he bolts with a curse, trying to make a run for it but not stumble on anyone else either.
Good luck, bruh. ]
00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS - Vents
[ The duct work of the mall is particularly sturdy. Makes it hard to get in to, but Waylon can't say he's terribly put off by that. He bangs his through the grating with an adrenaline fueled force, and shimmies up. It's not the first time. It would feel more cliche if the ducts weren't connected everywhere, if it didn't give him every opportunity to see down below at intervals over fans and grates, if he didn't know that the ducts would lead outside eventually. It's claustrophobic, the ducts are purposefully close to discourage what he's doing but... It doesn't matter so much when you're trying not to be killed and eaten.
This is also not the first time. ]
A.
un | w.park not having a good time. anybody have situation update.
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[ The maze of ducts is endless and it is impossible to orient... He peers down, out, looking for any signs of where he is, and always on the lookout for anyone in need of some help. Not that he's the most qualified to provide. ]
04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS - Freedom!
[ It feels like it takes forever, but he finally kicks his way outside, tumbling gracelessly out onto the back parking lot. He groans, picking him up slowly. He should probably find some other Audentes...]
un: swan
[ some areas have been secured for civilians, which is a better time than Emma's been having.]
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feferi peixes | ota - lockdown
[ Feferi might be young, but she's no stranger to being stuck in a place where a lot of things want to hurt and/or kill you. Other than the fact that she can't just swim away, she's not that far out of her element. While she tries to gather her bearings, she finds herself a curtain rod in the home goods section of one of the anchor stores, a department store with a name she's never heard of, then takes cover in a circular clothing rack lined with long, flowing dresses. She just needs a moment to get herself straightened out, and figure out a plan of attack, maybe see who else is stuck here...
She stops when she hears someone approach. She can't tell from her hide out whether they're infected or not, so all she can do is wait for them to get closer, then lash out with the curtain rod, aiming to trip whoever or whatever is unfortunate enough to be in the way.
If they go down, she'll bust out of the clothing rack, in attack mode and ready to fight, baring her teeth as though her cloaking device doesn't make her look human, and raising the curtain rod to whack them again if they try to get up-- provided, of course, they look like they might cause her harm.
But if she's not successful... well, if at first you don't succeed, try try again. She can make an escape out the back, but now that she's gone and hit something, well. She'd better follow through with it. ]
[ 00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS ]
[ Some time and more than a few shenanigans later, Feferi is armed with a makeshift trident, and even as the infected attacks ramp up, she's still darting around the mall as quick as her feet will carry her. She's starting to lag a bit; despite being noctural, she's been forced into a diurnal sleep schedule in order to make it to school on time, and it has her all thrown off now. But she keeps going. She has to.
Looking for a hiding spot, she finds someone else's, stumbling in on them, and immediately holding up her hands. ]
It's okay, I'm not sick! I just need a minute. Can I join you? If you're hurt, I can... help.
[ She's not sure if they're Audentes or not, but that doesn't change her offer, just how she goes about it. ]
[ Wildcard ]
[ You know the drill! Hit me up on
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So here he is, hiding out on the floor in this abandoned kiosk selling a bunch of junk that's trying to pass itself off as foreign antiques, quietly drinking a bottle of water. He's also listening carefully, one elbow still hooked into the strap of the backpack of supplies he's gathered, poised and ready to spring to his feet and launch over the counter at any signs of a hostile infected approaching. When Feferi stumbles upon him, he's hunched over a pendant she'll recognize as Audentes magitech; his shoulders jump up, he squints up at her from underneath the hood of his jacket, and then... well, don't entirely relax, because Fugo never relaxes, but he's obviously just nervy and not hostile.]
Yeah, sure. [He wearily beckons for her to come in, followed by a gesture that she ought to stay low.] And I'm fine. Just tired.
[And kind of banged up. There are dark marks on both of his palms that he's just wearily accepted are going to be bruises, because that's just how life goes when he trips and falls.]
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shizuo | ota, lockdown
For most of the day it'd almost looked like things were going to pan out perfectly normally, too. But no--apparently, there really is no taking a break from the current city-wide cannibal epidemic, even if all you wanted was a new pair of shoes and something sweet to pop into the apartment fridge.]
18:00 TO 23:00 HOURS;
[It just figures the food court would be ground zero, honestly, because Shizuo's luck always does seem to turn out this bad. He and Haise had arrived together, but once the topic of food came up they'd parted ways somewhat, the latter citing a lack of appetite but an interest in checking out a shop nearby. Shizuo had opted to linger and pick up something for the both of them to go anyway (in case Haise wanted any later), drifting about with a plastic bag containing shoes and a box of freeze pops slung over an elbow, scoping out a good hamburger place--and that was about as far as he ever actually got, before the chaos broke out.
A lot of screaming and yelling and running people later, Shizuo is still situated somewhere near the food court's vicinity; good sense and the voice over the loudspeaker dictates he should probably move away from that particular area at some point, but the going's been pretty slow. Initially he'd been wanting to regroup with Haise, but he's been getting repeatedly sidetracked--by frightened people, by infected, by frightened people being pursued by infected--
Like now. Maybe it's a fellow Audentes member, or maybe it's another normal civilian, but either way Shizuo's rounded a corner in time to spot a small gathering of infected converging on someone from behind, and he's not about to let it happen right in front of him.]
Oi, you! You'd better look out! [Voice raised to a shout, and more thoroughly irritable than anything. Shizuo casts around for the nearest thing to grab--which turns out to be one of the shoulder-tall mall guidemaps, which he promptly pulls right off its floor fastening with a hearty yank and a snap of popping screws--and then he's advancing straight towards the group, hefting the map's frame effortlessly. Throwing it is very tempting, but--at least he has enough restraint to close the distance with wide strides instead, before he's promptly swinging the map at the nearest infected.]
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[Well. It's further into the night by now...and infected, civilians, and Audentes members alike have apparently fanned out well throughout the mall at this point. A way out of the lockdown isn't any clearer just yet, but at least barricades for the townspeople have formed up; in a lull between infected sightings, and just starting to feel the mildest tired tug of the hour, Shizuo is staking out in front of a small VCR repair shop's entrance, settled on the ground near the foot of the walkway with his back propped against the wall. In the VCR shop proper is a cluster of frightened shoppers, trying to catch at least a little rest and refuge in this bit of shelter from infected, and Shizuo's volunteered his turn of lookout duty--this seems to be as good a spot to stay put at as any, at least until some news about what to do next comes in.
There's a full-sized Japanese stop sign pole propped over one of his shoulders, with an air so casual that none of the civilians he's run into so far have gotten around to actually asking him about it yet. (Probably just picked it up somewhere, right? ...But since when do malls sell stop signs, though? Foreign ones, no less...?) On the ground at his elbow, miraculously, is the same shopping bag he's been carrying around pretty much since the start of the lockdown, shoes and freeze pops still inside. And in the front waistcoat pocket of his bartender suit is a pack of cigarettes, which Shizuo is digging out about now. He even gets as far as shaking one out, and sticking it in his mouth, and reaching for his lighter, but then...his eyes fall on the "no smoking" sign, hanging on the wall across.
So he pauses, sighs, and leaves it in his mouth unlit. Though a thought seems to occur to him, after another moment, and he reaches for the box of freeze pops instead. Ah, might as well at this point...]
Hey. Want one? [Maybe you were just walking past, or maybe you've been settled in this spot too, guarding this particular area same as Shizuo has. Either way, there's a bright blue freeze pop being offered your way about now...though it looks more like a plastic stick of juice than an ice treat, at this point. Which he's also addressing now, vaguely apologetically.] Uh, kind of melted by now though, sorry. Been awhile since I picked these up.
WILDCARD;
[Got a prompt of your own? Toss it here! Or feel free to message me at
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Naruto looks around to see if there's anyone else Sunglasses Guy might be talking to, but when he sees they're reasonably alone he looks back with an expression close to anticipation on his face. He shifts the rucksack on his back a little higher, considering, and then it's like the remaining thread of resistance breaks as he darts forwards, crashing down next to Shizuo and taking the treat from him in an animated swoop of movement. ]
Thanks! [ He grins, then tears the top off with his teeth like an animal. ] Ain't you gonna have one too?
[ Sucking the juice out of the plastic, he sits his pack between his legs and rummages in it. ]
D'ya want one? [ He offers back, holding out a bag stuffed with chocolate and various other candies. The candy store was one of the first places he'd hit when he'd arrived here, before all the craziness started. Look, okay, Naruto hasn't ever had sweets like this before - his village is pretty traditional as far as food goes - and since Sakura enlightened him to the wonders of candy he's kind of been hooked. He's also recently got a pretty decent payload for completing a mission so, whatever. His money, his rules. ] I know adults don't usually like it, but if you're hungry like everyone else it's better than nothin'. An' it's good, trust me.
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ICE CREAM as promised
THIS IS POOR MAN'S ICE CREAM, CLEARLY...OR SOMETHING.....close enough
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18:00-23:00, 'sup holly
sup val!!! pretend there's a seductively winky plurk emote here idk
😉😉😉😉😉 this is all i got
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giorno giovanna ][ ota
( B ) sᴄᴏᴛᴄʜ & sᴜɴ, ɢɪᴠɪɴ' ᴀ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ᴏɴ ( 00:00 - 02:00 )
( C ) sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ғᴜɴ, ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ( 04:00 - 09:00 )
& closed.
( 18:00 - 23:00 ) sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ( Sᴀɪ ᴇ Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ )
( 00:00 - 02:00 ) sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ʙᴜʀsᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴡ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ? ( Fᴜɢᴇᴛᴛᴏ ᴇ Jᴏᴊᴏ )
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naruto uzumaki | ota | lockdown
LOCKDOWN
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04:00 - 09:00 | un: ramenkage
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TEXT | un: huntsman
we could hopefully organize the injured at the very least, though. those will need more protection, anyway, it'd make sense to have a single point of defense to keep ourselves from spreading too thin.
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network; un. hawkeye
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joseph joestar | 00:00 - 02:00 | ota
[There are also much bigger, more immediate concerns to contend with. Mostly, this means Joseph needs to stay on the move because he's attracted attention from the infected that's taking him nearly from one end of the mall to the other. If one were to ask him, he would assure them that this was entirely planned. After all, this is an old secret Joestar technique. Unfortunately, there's no time for that sort of explanation. And it seems highly unlikely that someone would take the time to ask that question in the first place because the infected sure as hell aren't going to pause and politely allow for some brief discussion between the un-infected to commence.]
[What there is time for, however, is an invitation to use the technique.]
Don't just stand there! Run!
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...almost get totally bowled over by a guy who is actually bigger and buffer than he is.]
Hey! Would you watch where y--
[Oh. Oh. The crowd slowing down's only added a couple more not-quite-zombies to their numbers. Jin's eyes widen, and he takes a couple of tentative steps away before taking off like a shot right after Jojo, catching up to him in a couple of long strides.]
You know you can't run forever, right?!
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Pannacotta Fugo; ota + closed prompts
ota!
To everyone else stuck in this shitheel mall, if you've got the time and aren't being attacked by ravenous infected please fill out this survey. Trying to get a headcount of everyone who's here and idea of what we're doing.
1) Are you here by yourself, or did you come in a group? Did you get separated/part ways from your group?
2) Briefly describe your skillset and what your plans are.
3) Are you with any civilians? What's the injury count looking like? Note: I don't really care who's been bitten or not, I just want to know if there's anybody hurt near where you are.
I'm going to try and collect some medical supplies from employee first aid kits. If you've got injured people with you, let me know and I'll swing by your location. I'll have the stuff & can perform emergency first aid.
[LOCKDOWN; scavenge]
[Fugo travels light. He's wearing a dark hooded jacket, hood drawn over his face, and and a backpack slung over one bony shoulder. He is also wearing a pair of designer (for the '90s) sunglasses "borrowed" from Giorno because the fluorescent lighting was giving him a headache before all hell broke loose. One person can't do everything. And Fugo has decided that what he's going to do is he's going to do is collect and redistribute supplies--in particular, medical supplies. Because if he tries to do anything with the infected, he knows that "I will kill someone" will turn from a "probably" into a "certainly".
He's got a handle on it. He's got a handle on it because he has to have a handle on it, or people are going to die. And-- he didn't come out here to kill anyone. He came out to the mall because Giorno took him by the hands and talked him into it. To eat some terrible American junk food. Pick a few pockets, both because it's always good to have extra cash and to show off a little to Jin. Watch Giorno hold up fashionably tacky clothes to his chest and sigh, dramatically and despondently, before buying them anyway.]
[Fugo can be spotted throughout the mall popping in and of various storefronts, his body language tight, wary, and dangerously calm. He pointedly doesn't approach or try to engage any infected; rather he avoids them whenever possible, either by stealth or by temporarily holing himself up behind locked doors or behind grates that they can't get past. Locked doors and locks in general... are not really a problem for him! Whenever he finds one, as long as the coast is clear, he can be found industriously going at it with a bobby pin (from a handful supplied by Giorno) and a small flathead screwdriver.
Inside the stores himself, Fugo is on the lookout for the following things: employee first aid kits, pre-packaged food and water, and cash registers. Because there sure is no one stopping him from hitting the no sale button and snagging the cash out of them if they haven't already been robbed.]
[00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS; worry intensifies]
[One of the things Fugo has come to terms with since falling through a hole out of his universe and into the multiverse at large is that Giorno Giovanna is, in a word ... clingy. Possessive is a good second. Especially when he's stressed, especially when he's worried about Fugo's personal safety. They aren't always together, but Giorno likes Fugo to be with him and, when they're apart, likes to know where he's going and when they're going to meet up again.
So he's very surprised and somewhat alarmed when, after they briefly part ways so Giorno can help a young man with a badly sprained ankle and Fugo can work on getting a grate unlocked a few stores down, Giorno just-- disappears. Into thin air, maybe? Or more likely another one of the stores. But the point is that he didn't say anything and, when Fugo tries to get a hold of him using the magitech, he's not saying anything there either.
It's going to be fine, though. He's just going to continue doing what he's doing. And. You know, just add "finding Giorno" to his itinerary. And maybe something to eat? He's not hungry, but Giorno probably is. It's. Going to be fine. ]
[That being said. It doesn't matter if he recognized you or not. If you look remotely healthy and Fugo spots you, he'll carefully approach. He is notable in appearance both in that he's a little scuffed up from his various misadventures and the huge dark circles under his eyes. He's surprisingly alert for the time of night, but he's obviously seen better days. At this point of the night, he's also just... not bothering with his more perfect, accent-free English.]
Hey. Have you seen someone around my age-- [He shuffles his bag, before sharply gesturing with one hand above his head.] my height? He's got blonde hair and it's. [Fugo frowns-- or, more accurately, his worried frown becomes a little bit deeper-- before using the same hand to sketch three circles over his forehead.] He's got it pinned in three rolls on his forehead.
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[Feel free to hit me with your own starter! Fugo's going to be pretty much all over the place stealing supplies and getting them to people who need them and generally just keep moving because if he keeps moving there's no way exhaustion and anxiety will catch up with him!! Haha!!!]
closed; giogio
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Ban - OTA - In Lockdown
[Not every business owner managed to get through and return to open up for the festivities. Taking advantage of the local security guards' priority to watch for the infected, Ban found little to no interest in him pushing open the door to a Teppenyaki grill that shouldn't have been unlocked. He strolled in, humming to himself with a bottle of bourbon held between his knuckles.
He had been to the restaurant before and liked it. Picking a few more locks, he found his way to the food supplies and stationed himself at a flat stove table to begin cooking for himself. The doors, wide open, were largely ignored as most people weren't interested in wandering off alone and were much more distracted by the sales and choir.
Rarely, someone would pass by and look in curiously before leaving--most figuring that Ban was supposed to be there. The food Ban made got stuffed into little styrofoam containers, stacked up on another table to the side.]
18:00 - 23:00 Lockdown
[The matter of Woodhurst's infected drew very little concern from Ban regarding his safety. The reservoirs he used to possess of self-preservation instincts had been depleted a long time ago, bone dry and considered modestly dry as far as wastelands went. When the call for fleeing and screaming had come, he put down his utensils and left the restaurant, walking past panic-stricken people. He let out a cool sigh and came face to face with a massive and burly man who lunged at him, clawing and biting for purchase.
Like a wall, Ban bore the brunt of the blow with no recoil and looked down curiously as teeth sunk into his forearm and made their best effort to tear away from him. Blood ran down the burly madman's mouth before he went still--Ban snapping his palm against the back of his neck with some considerable restraint.
His teeth didn't release. Ban, sighing, snaked a finger in the man's mouth and loosened his jaw to get him off his arm, tossing him to the ground without a second thought. The disease coursing through him didn't register even for a moment as his body simply ignored it. Ban flexed his fingers as his arm repaired itself with only a few holes in his sleeve acting as proof that it happened--until he waved one hand over them and they knitted themselves shut immediately.]
Alright... [He muttered, looking from the frenzying infected to the frenzying people fleeing.]
Who to deal with first?
lockdown
Even more interesting than the way the natives seem to have lost their minds collectively, is what he happens to catch as he rounds the corner. A man who appears human, yet stands taller than even Thor, and the easy way he handles the diseased. Or, perhaps, not human? Loki's brow arches sharply as he watches the way both skin and fabric are healed.
He steps forward; it is rare indeed that he feels short since he'd left Asgard. It is not a sensation he's sure he likes. ]
Should you not be concerned about yourself? You were bitten, after all.
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Undyne | ota
[ LOCKDOWN ]
[ Don't ask how Undyne got Dogberry in here, because she's not going to tell you. (She hid him in an employee area with a dog bed and food and water and some toys. If anyone saw him, they didn't have the gall to complain. She's been doing this since day one...) But as soon as the mall gets locked down, she fetches him and he sticks by her side.
It's a tough decision to not use her spears to help things along where she can. Instead, she arms herself with a pole that was in the middle of being used as a clothing rack. She can return it later, self defense is a little more important than a couple of shirts that will do fine jammed together on one rack. ]
Come on boy, let's go.
[ She likes to think that as she makes her way down the hall towards the food court, that she kind of looks cool... even if this really isn't the time for it. ]
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[ Undyne is still armed with the clothing rack, that looks a little worse for wear. Needless to say, it's been used to crack a few shins and cause a couple of movement-inhibiting injuries. She regrets it, but it'll heal. She didn't have a better way to defend herself that wouldn't end in even more damage.
As the infected start to increase in number, and become increasingly aggressive, she questions her ability to keep them at bay without using her powers, and decides that it's not worth letting someone get hurt in order to shelter them. If ALASTAIR wanted them to keep a perfect cover, they shouldn't have sent them on such a dangerous mission.
She doesn't know if the innocents nearby are ALASTAIR or not, but a wave of infected are approaching all of them; Dogberry barks, but it doesn't do much to slow their movements. So instead, a wall of spears, glowing a soft blue, jab up from the ground in front of them, enough to stop them in their tracks, at least for the moment, though they start scrabbling at the spears trying to wedge themselves through the cracks.
Undyne yells over her shoulder, to whoever's still there. ]
You start running, I'll catch up! Dogberry, go with them!
[ Dogberry barks in compliance, and runs back to the other party, looking up at them expectantly. ]
Loki (mcu) | ota
[ Honestly, he has no idea what it is he's doing here. He had stopped in briefly out of curiosity, but the large crowds were loud and unruly--and grew only more-so as panic began to spread. Loki finds a quiet corner to watch, absently eating from the packet of fries he had snagged off an abandoned tray.
If an infected runs past him, he might reach a foot out to trip them up, but does, otherwise, stay out of the path of chaos. Ironically. ]
II. ANY OTHER TIME
[ He sticks to strolling around, mostly staying to the shadows. It isn't as though he's particularly afraid of the infected, but being caught would be an annoyance he isn't particularly interested in dealing with. Any of the infected that attack him are swept aside or, more unfortunately for a few of them, beheaded. Though he's mostly careful to do so out of sight of any watching Audentes. ]
III. wildcard
[ idk hit me up ]
ii.
He's been careful to avoid any deaths himself, trying his best to take the general consensus of the other Audentes into consideration for reasons that are still a little beyond him. It doesn't mean he isn't amused by the sight of someone else flouting those collective morals, however.]
Having fun?
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wylan van eck | ota!
[The whole mall, an unfamiliar place that Wylan was just beginning to properly explore, seemed to turn to complete chaos with the loudspeaker’s blaring announcement. The threat of the infected suddenly became very real, as Wylan realized he was trapped inside with them. Yet, this was a scenario Wylan had become increasingly familiar with. He scans the crowd for a moment, as if looking for someone. (He won’t find them. Jesper and Kaz hadn’t joined him on his outing).
He shakes his head after a moment, forcing himself into action, as a group of infected making their way towards him catches his eye. He reaches into his satchel to unearth a small flash bomb from the bottom of his bag. He clutches it in his hand, while he waves any fellow uninfected ALASTAIR members or civilians towards him, yelling out directions he can only hope they'll listen to.]
Close your eyes!
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[Wylan has skills with explosives, but he’s not a fighter, not really. He finds himself holed up in a store with others, finding himself a quiet corner in which to sit and think and hope for a plan to surface. The ever present supply of explosives in his bag is dwindling, he used more than he wanted to escorting others to safety. He nows he has to use the rest wisely if he wants to get himself and others out safely.
As the night wears on, the barricade seems to be weakening, the number of infected expanding. They need a plan. But Kaz and the others aren’t here to lead him and Wylan doubts his ability to get them out of this mess on his own. As the tiredness and worry begin to take over, he can’t help but look for someone who looks like they know what to do. It’s very likely that someone is you if you happen to be taking refuge in the same store.]
Do we have a plan yet?
Wildcard!
[Follow your heart and create a starter of your choosing!]
Post-Escape: Closed to Kaz and Jesper
[It’s late morning by the time Wylan stumbles home from the ordeal at the mall. He’s completely exhausted, and it takes him an inordinately long time to dig the key to the apartment he shares with Kaz and Jesper out of his satchel. It takes him even longer to successfully use the key. So long that Kaz and Jesper might hear his clumsy attempts at unlocking the door before he manages to let himself inside.]
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Well, in general, try not to die. [Fugo's hands still over his bag and he frowns. Wow, that's a pretty shitty and non-specific plan.] More specifically, I'm trying to meet up again with the people I came here with. And I was thinking of going downstairs to see if I can't find some food in the kiosks or a vending machine.
[Fugo's not exactly hungry himself, even though he knows he should eat. He knows his own nerves and the way they clamp down on his appetite. Even so-- the food's not for him. It's for Giorno.]
I believe the overall plan is to try and contain the infected as much as we can. But I'm not the best person for that. [He goes back to repacking his bag.] I'm better at opening things up than creating closed, secure spaces.
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